Sorry for the wait, guys. Had to work 11 hours last night. Urg. But anywho, here ya go!

He was staring at me. I stared back. His lips were lightly parted, eyes wide.

"You... you do?" I gently took my arm back and pulled my sleeve over my hand, holding the end of it tightly in my fist. I nodded, looking down. I slid off the ground and walked to the sink, running water over my forearm and hissing at the sharp pain that went through me. It was good though, I deserved it... "Hurts, doesn't it asshole?" asked Mello from the doorway. His voice was off, not quite as strong as it usually was. I looked over at him, watching as his breath caught and he sighed, leaning against the wall beside the sink. He bit into a chocolate bar, his stress-reliever. Where the hell did he get that?

"I'm sorry I put you through this. I can move to another room if you want." I mumbled. He gave me a weird look.

"What are you talking about? You're my best friend Matt." I was confused.

"But I'm-"

"I don't care if you're gay. You're still Matt. And besides-" he stepped a little closer and turned off the water, holding his chocolate in his mouth and running a towel across my arm. We watched together as blood stained the towel, my eyes with no emotion, his only filled with sadness. He placed the towel on the sink and took the chocolate out of his mouth, placing it beside the towel. "I need to figure a few things out myself." He whispered, looking into my eyes. We stared at each other, until Mello suddenly put his arms around my waist, hiding his face against my chest. "What the fuck Matt? Why would you fucking do that? You scared the shit out of me." Hesitantly, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"I'm sorry."

"Jesus, Matt." He moved to look at my eyes again, smirking a bit. "Didn't you remember that I'm supposed to die first?"

"Mail, Mommy loves you Mail."Mommy was crouched in front of me, holding my shoulders. Her hair was like mine, but her eyes were different. They were brown.

"M-mommy?"

"Hey, baby. How's my baby? Sorry Mommy was gone so long." She was talking slow, her voice rich and comforting, like Mommies are supposed to be.

"Where's Daddy? He's gonna be mad that I woke you up."

"No, no." Laughed Mommy. "Today is just for you and me, Mail." She stroked my hair. "Mommy loves you, baby. Mommy loves you." Her voice turned all distorted and her face began to melt. Fear gripped at my heart.

"You're not my Mommy!" I shouted.

"But Mail," its voice was deep and wrong, sending shivers down my spine. "Mommy loves you." I screamed as its eyes plopped out of its head, mouth hanging open, bones cracking like mine did when Daddy threw me against the wall. It's hard, cold, inhuman fingers gripped at my skin, stinging me.

"No! NO!"

My eyes shot open. I was in bed. I was safe. I looked over and Mello was in his bed, facing me, sleeping peacefully. I sighed in relief and flipped onto my back, closing my eyes. It was silent for a moment, and then someone whispered right into my ear...

"Mommy loves you."

"AH!" I sat up in bed, nearly falling out, but someone grabbed the back of my shirt and tugged, pulling me to them and wrapping their arms around me.

"Shh. It's okay Matt." Murmured... Mello? "I've got you." He stroked a hand through my hair and down my neck, running it down my shoulder and waist until he had his arms around me again.

"M-Mello?" I whispered, just to make sure.

"Mmm...?" he mumbled back. I leaned against him, closing my eyes, relaxing.

"I love you, Mihael." I froze, realising what had just come out of my mouth. He tightened his arms, hugging me softly.

"I love you too Mail." He whispered, burying his face against the back of my neck. "Go to sleep, Angel." I smiled to myself, relaxing once again, and fell asleep with Mello's heart beating against my back.