I... dunno how bad this chapter is. I know that pretty soon is when I got tired of myself, so I stopped proof-reading my own work. And I don't have a BETA 'cause I'm the kind of person who really hates asking for favours.... Point being, pretty soon my legibility will probably get less coherent. Grit and bear it, please :3

Also, sorry the first two paragraphs are kinda large. I had to re-type it because my dad turned off my computer... so the first draft was a bit better... but... sorry ^^;

No one belongs to me. Not even MikuMiku. And if you don't know MikuMiku (look to bottom notes) I recomend looking her up. And Kaito. And Kamui. And Rin and Len. And... you get the point.

I got an idea for... much... much later. But I don't feel like finishing the chapter I'm on. You lucky ducks don't have to deal with that for a while, since I've already typed up to chapter 9 x3

Ich liebe dich von ganzem Herzen,

kyo

I looked away from the starry sky to glance back at the computer geek lying side-ways across my bed on his back, with his head off the corner, leaned back, to stare at my tv screen that had Nazi-zombie blood all over the place. I imagine playing any game upside-down would be difficult, but Matt was managing quite fine. Lately he'd taken to sneaking into my room any time I left the house to play games on my TV - which was bigger than the one in the living room, and the practically ancient one in his room. I'd gotten only a few curt glances at what the inside of Matt's room looked like, though. As far as I could tell, his room was mainly for hand-held game consoles and computers. Three, as far as I could tell. If I had to guess, I'd say one was strictly business only, used for school work and school work alone. Everyone in Wammy's got a computer, and it was the only one we were supposed to have. It was blocked and protected from anything Wammy's didn't want us to know. Where Matt got the other two, I'd probably never know. But I'd say the second computer, on the opposite side of his room with tons of wires and add-ons around it, was his "outside sources" computer, the one that he's probably eliminated all the blocks on and has made sure is absolutely untraceable. Then there was a laptop that I've caught glances of it in it's case a few times in his room, propped up next to his Wammy's computer. The only reason I know for sure it exists, though, is because I've seen him bring it out into the living room a few times, playing games on it. So that's probably his gaming computer. Once, during one of Roger's routine visits to make sure we hadn't beaten each other up - Roger started doing that the first few weeks, but it's slowed considerably, since I guess he'd started to trust us - Matt had his laptop with him and Roger hadn't given it a second glance. Meaning, I suppose, that Roger is fully aware Matt possesses it and has probably inspected it, so it probably had all it's Wammy blocks on it. I had yet to figure out how Matt managed to get around Roger's annual room inspection - that Watari sometimes took over if Roger was in a foul mood and L didn't need his help himself.

I felt like a lot of time had passed since I'd moved in with Matt, and I'd start to forgot about my encounter with L sometimes. But once in a while, when Matt locked himself in his room and I could hear the tacking of the keyboard coming from the left side of his room - the "outside sources" side - and I found myself alone in the living room or my bedroom with a blank TV in front of me and maybe a game sitting on the floor, devoid it's console, which had found it's way to another part of the house, I'd have time to think about him. About his wide, dead-black eyes that had seen more than I could ever imagine. Had seen so much that simply knowing about it had (maybe) driven an individual to suicide. The dark rings under his eyes, trophies of sleepless nights due to the overpowering need to learn more, or the worry that he knew too much already. His slouched shoulders that carried the world. But before I could think too much, I'd hear Matt mumble an "I'm hungry" from his room and I'd make a bee-line for the kitchen to find cup ramen and set water to boil. If I heard him and got there first I'd have the pleasure of watching Matt enter the kitchen to make himself something before he saw me there. Every time, no matter how often it happened, he'd react the same way. He'd straighten out his posture and look at me as though he couldn't believe his eyes. That expression was so much fun that I had started to try and overhear the mumbled statement and beat him to the kitchen, and when I didn't and he came sauntering out of his room while I was still seated, I'd feel disappointed. Of course, watching Matt eat was just as fun, because his goggles would get fogged up, making it more and more difficult for him to find his mouth. So that became another mini-game in my daily life with Matt. Every time Matt sat himself down at the small, round kitchen table to eat I'd sit across from him and watch - which made him nervous and therefore made his mouth even more difficult to find. But when he'd take the cup with a mumbled thanks and slink back off to his room, I'd be disappointed again.

I wasn't sure if I'd gotten any closer to Matt in the time we'd been living together. He'd come to class, but only if I made sure to walk with him and made sure he got there. And sometimes he'd disappear after lunch and not come back for the rest of the day. But if I gave him my permission to smoke, he'd usually come back. That didn't garentee anything, though. A few times he had stood up right in the middle of a lesson, walked out the door mumbling something about getting a drink or going to the bathroom, then not come back for the rest of the day. I'd gotten him to come eat at the cafeteria a bit more often, but he was still twig-thin. I still felt like he'd draw away from me emotionally, but I'd learned to deal with it. Once in a while, when he was walking into a room he didn't expect me to be in, he'd halt and rock back on his heals before he let himself walk into the room, and that would piss me off. But I'd swallow down the feeling and ignored it.

"Matt?" I murmured. He paused his game and looked over like he'd just realized I was there.

"Yeah, Mello?" Ever since that time at Near's, Matt had never again called me "Mel," even though everyone else had taken up the habit. Once in a while I wanted to tell him it was fine to call me by a nickname, but it always stuck in my throat.

"How long have we been roommates?" I asked.

"How long? I don't know, a while I guess. I didn't mark it on my calender." I think he rolled his eyes at me, but it was hard to tell.

"You probably have a weird, computer themed calender." I tried to conger the image.

He puffed up his cheeks. "Mean. I have a MikuMiku* calender." I couldn't help but smile a bit. He smiled back. "Why?"

"I was thinking... remember when you said you'd do anything since I let you smoke?" His smile faded. "I've let you smoke a lot more, haven't I? I get a lot of stuff at this point, right?" I added. He started to frown, before he awkwardly shifted himself to a sitting position.

"Alright, what do you want?" He fidgeted.

I looked back outside my window. "Run away."

"What?"

"Not run away forever." I shook my head. "Just somewhere outside Wammy's gates. Just for a little while." I continued.

"Why?" He muttered.

"What do you mean "why?!" We never get to get out of here! Don't you want to get out?" I bit. He shook his head. "Can you even step foot out of this place? I've never seen you go outside, either!"

"Okay, okay, Mello, we'll sneak out if you want."

"You can call me Mel, you know! Everyone else has already decided to!"

"Breathe, Mello." He laughed. I frowned, realizing how dumb of a rant that had been. "Dress warm, okay? It's chilly."

"You'll really sneak out with me?" I blinked. I really wanted to ask if anyone actually still used the work "chilly," but I bit my tongue.

"Yeah, why not? I thought you'd make me take off my goggles." He grinned, slipping out my door. I ran after him, grabbing my jacket.

"Wait, I get more stuff! I want that one, too! Hey, Matt!" He went in his room, closing and locking the door. "Matt!" I yelled, wailing my fist against his door.

"Holy Christ, Mello!" He popped out, catching my fist that was ready for the second hit. "Shhhh! We'll get caught if you make such a racket! Calm down for a second." He chuckled. Did anyone say "racket," either?

"No." I bit. "Goggles. Off. Now." I ordered.

"I should have kept my mouth shut." He sighed.

"Do you sleep with them on or something? Or shower? At this point has the plastic become embedded in your skin?"

"Oh, that was kinda gross sounding." He grimaced as I tried to grab his goggles off his face. "C'mon, I'm sneaking you out. Isn't that good enough for tonight?"

"Then tomorrow?" I hoped.

He swallowed hard. "I dunno. Maybe."

"Why?" I huffed. "It's not like you've got anything to hide. Do you even know what colouris at this point?" He frowned at me before pulling me to the nearest window. "What's with your roadkill jacket?" I tugged at the hem of his beige vest with sheep skin lining as he stuck his head out to look down. He leaned back in to mentally calculate and write an equation in the air.

"The room just below us is empty." He decided. "Someone's moving into it next week. So, I'll jump down to that window sill, then the rest of the way should be easier."

"You want me to land on a little window sill?" I gave him a look.

"You can try if you want. But you don't have to. I'll already be down there, so I can catch you." He shrugged.

"That sounds even less pleasant." I assured.

"Suit yourself." He chuckled, slipping himself out the window and suddenly vanishing from my view. I threw myself at the window to look down. Matt had himself perched on the window sill one floor below us and was turning himself around to face the way he was going to jump. I definitely didn't think I could do that. Without a seconds hesitation, he jumped again, this time landing in the grass below with a soft thump. My hands were already trembling by the time he threw his head back to look up at me and nod a "come on" gesture. I was already second-guessing this plan. I mean, how were we getting back up? What if I totally killed myself trying to get down? If we got caught, we were dead meat. But I couldn't just call down a "I changed my mind" and leave him down there. He was still waiting, even though a few long seconds had passed. He looked so far away.

I shook my head and mouthed "I can't." I saw his shoulders sink from a sigh, before rising in a shrug and he turned his back to me and started to walk away. "Matt!" I whisper-called. He flicked his wrist to wave. "Matt! Get back here!" I panicked as I felt his presence getting farther away, so I started to climb through the window in a desperate attempt to get closer again. "Matt!"

He turned his head and a smile met his lips as he turned around and started back towards me. I looked down at the small window sill, completely doubting myself. He better have meant it when he said he would catch me. I waited until he was closer before closing my eyes and leaping from our window. "Oof!" Matt grunted, falling back. "Way to warn me." He chuckled, his voice way too close to my ear. He had successfully caught me, but it had knocked him on his ass, so I was sitting in his lap.

"I... I got down, didn't I?" I huffed, feeling dizzy.

"Yup. Now come on, we don't have all night. Or do you prefer sitting like this?" He rubbed his cheek against my arm teasingly. I jumped to my feet and smacked him up-side the head. He rubbed his red hair, shifting to his feet. "Okay, hurry." He took my hand and started to pull me through the courtyard.

*Hatsune Miku

And note this: I lurve Matt's roadkill jacket. I think it's the cutest :3