Authors note: So everything's about to get crazy. A war just began in the last chapter and only one person is going to be able to stay standing at the end. So it's Mello and Near VS Other Matt, Other Matt VS Matt, Other Matt VS Mello and Everyone against Kira. Things are just getting started. Look at this chapter as the beginning to an end.

End of the semester chapter FTW! Almost Christmas break guise! It's gonna be awesome! Anyway be looking out for new stories, chapters and fun upcoming. Read, review and enjoy!

Where you don't belong

Mello hadn't spoken in hours since Matt had left again. No, that wasn't Matt. It was his other half; Matt still hadn't come back yet. The conversation the group had still hung darkly in the air. He would rather destroy Matt then have Matt find out that he was hiding something from him. The idea sent chills down his spine. He closed his eyes thinking, racking his mind for a solution that would never come. He was right on that account. They couldn't stop him from destroying Matt. That was something that scared him and he was pretty sure the idea scared Near also.

Near still sat in the middle of the floor, unmoving. He was almost as deep in thought at Mello. Finally he glanced up, "We must find out what it is that M is hiding from Matt." He said quietly moving to stand up. "If we can find out what he's hiding then maybe we can figure out a way to shield Matt even if he were to find out. Currently M is nothing but a ticking bomb. Anything that he does wrong or he perceives that he does wrong can trigger him to cut his losses and let go." Mello nodded at the others ideas. "I can find out about Matt's past from Roger but it's going to take more than just that. We have to actually…"

"Go there." He replied softly. He nodded, "We do. I know." Mello took a bite of chocolate keeping his gaze rested squarely on the wall. If he kept looking there he could forget that he was speaking to Near. This would be more than just him. It would take the both of them to be able to possibly save Matt. The idea irked him. Not only because Near was involved but because it was only a possibility. There was no definitive way that they could save the red head unless they were able to bring his personality back together but it had been fractured for years. "Then you get on the phone with Roger and have him send Matt's file. You are his boss."

Near nodded, "Yes but that was L's place. I'm not sure if L may have put a hold on Matt's files because if we've noticed that Matt had something going on inside of him as young children there's no doubt that Wammy and L noticed it also."

"Are you saying that Matt was a test?" Mello questioned shifting in his chair.

Near shook his head, "No, I'm saying that Matt is a genius like no other."

~*xXx*~

Matt glanced down at his phone for what had to be the third time since arriving. He had actually sat in his car down the street for nearly two hours unsure if he should be doing this. He hadn't told Mello exactly where he was going just that it was important and that he needed to go. Usually the blond would have questioned it but not this time. He had barely been home in recent days and Matt had been flying way under his radar when it came to Kira and the Mafia which in this case was good. If Mello knew what he was doing Mello would certainly want to come thinking that he was going through some kind of mental breakdown but he wasn't too sure that he wasn't going to do that. What he did know is that he needed to come back here. He's always known that he needed to come back here.

Eventually he gained enough courage to get out of the car and make his way down the street covered in litter and shady looking individuals. He took note to faces. If he came back and his tires were missing someone was going to go missing. He ignored the jeers and calling across the street glancing down at the paper that held the address written in his own scrawled writing. He stopped firmly in front of a home he didn't remember. Due to the maintenance of the rest of the neighborhood it didn't look like it could have possibly been renovated. It didn't look like much of anything.

It was larger than the other houses on the block but empty anyway. The door had been opened sometime recently leaving Matt to believe that maybe homeless people could be staying on the inside. He wasn't sure but something was tugging him in.

"Yo, what are you doing?" A boy maybe a few years older than Matt said from the house next door.

Matt shrugged, "Does anyone live here or can I go in?" He questioned.

The boy shrugged lightly. "I don't know why you want to go in there. It's haunted." He whispered folding his arms. "A man killed his wife and then himself in there. No one goes in there except stupid and crazy people. Which one are you?"

Matt shrugged pushing the door open, "I don't know. I'll tell you when I get back out."

~*xXx*~

"Matt's fucking folder is like ten times larger than either of ours." Mello mumbled shuffling through the papers that had been delivered only moments prior. "Why?"

Near shrugged lightly looking over the pages. He was actually standing straight for once; Mello didn't even know how tall he was until now. Everything before had just been an estimate. "There's a lot here to go through. It seems that L and Watari did know about M."

Mello nodded, that would make sense. L and Watari weren't stupid, they were brilliant and talented individuals. Of course they would notice that Matt acted differently on some days than others. What bothered him is how he had never noticed it until just recently. He thought back. Maybe he had noticed some time ago and just didn't chalk it up to anything.

"What's that?" Mello questioned leaning forward and picking up a CD. "They recorded some of Matt's therapy sessions?" He questioned and Near shrugged still shuffling papers around.

It only took a few minutes to pop it into the player. A voice from the past resounded around the room leaving both Mello and Matt in momentary awe. L. His voice, deep and blank as he spoke sent both of the Wammy house Alums looking at their hands like back in their Wammy house days.

"Matt, are you enjoying your time at Wammy house?" L asked quietly from somewhere behind the camera. Sitting in the lone chair staring into the distance was a very young Matt. Mello hadn't seen him like that for years. It brought a long forgotten smile to his face. That was the Matt of a time before, a time before everything became complicated. A time where they were still closer than anything he could think of. A time where they were nothing but friends and it was okay.

Matt shrugged lightly, "Fine, I guess." He whispered softly unsure of what to say to the man behind the camera. All of his nervous habits were there. He twitched his thumbs like he was playing a game, his eyes darted unsurely, and everything about this Matt was familiar. "Why wouldn't it be?"

L joined Matt slouching slightly against a side wall. Matt didn't look at him but maintained his stare at his hands. "How is Mail enjoying his time here?" The red head shrugged slightly. "If you don't talk to us about him then we'll just keep asking." L mused softly a small smile playing on his lips. "Or we can talk to Mello and ask him if he's talked to Mail before."

Matt jumped, "I'm fine. We're fine. What do you want? Don't tell Mello." His voice wavered slightly. "He's just starting to like me."

L nodded, "Mello is your only friend here so far?" The red head shrugged again. "I see. I want to talk to you about that night; you know which I'm talking about right?" Matt shook his head finally looking at the man staring him down. "The night that your mother and father…"

"Stop it." Matt shifted slightly in his chair. His legs folded and his gaze became slightly darker. "If you wanted to talk to me all you had to do was ask. I'm prone to fits of kindness in some cases."

"I see. You're a lot different from Matt. You seem a lot older also." Matt shifted slightly at the words. "Why don't you tell me about that night then? All we have is what the police report says."

Matt frowned, "I couldn't save her. Juliet, I couldn't save her." He looked down at his hands for a few seconds. "I could only do what I did for Mail." He whispered more to himself than L. "I took care of what needed taking care of." He folded his arms. "That's all you need to know."

"And what if Matt wants to know what happened to his mother?" He questioned aloud.

He sniggered, "Well we can't have that happening now can we?" He replied giving the other a slight glance. "Matt is under my care until I am unneeded."

L frowned, "Let me phrase it differently, who killed Juliet?"

"Emillianio." He replied instantly.

Their mentor shook his head, "Emilliano was seen in a bar downtown at the time that Juliet was killed in her own home. Emilliano Jeevas was killed afterwards upon arriving home. Who killed Juliet?"

The smirk twitched slightly into a dark grin. "Oh no did you figure it out?" He sang as their mentors face darkened. "If you must know I killed Juliet and Emilliano Jeevas." He frowned, "They were worthless anyway. Juliet was weak always allowing her husband back into their lives. I was tired of it. He would never change. It all started the same. He would come home drunk and begin with her and wind up beating Matt. Weak bitch, I gave her chances and then can you believe that she thought I was the trouble? That I was more dangerous to Matt than her drunk of a husband and her own stupidity." He snorted. "So I removed them from Matt's life."

The CD froze but neither Mello or Near moved.

"Fuck! That's what he's hiding." Mello hissed running his fingers through his hair. Near had paled significantly. "He killed his fucking parents. Oh my fucking God." Mello crossed himself muttering a prayer under his breath.

"This is bigger than us Mello." Near whispered quietly. "This was bigger than L and Watari from the beginning."

Mello couldn't help but nod. He turned away from the white haired boy that had put his head down on the table with the papers spread across it. Mello clenched his fingers fighting back the tears that threatening to break free. He had always been close to losing his best friend and he never knew. Now that he did there was certainly no way to go back and worse he wasn't sure he could save him from something like this.