Authors note: Oh look, I updated! Um read review and enjoy. I have to get to class but I hope that you enjoy. Yay drama.

Mistake

"I don't think this is a good idea," Near whispered grasping for purchase on the back of Mello's motorcycle as the blond revved it several times most likely to scare the wits out of his compassion. It was working, which was for sure. The white haired boy was shaking as if he were doused with freezing cold water but Mello paid no mind. If he didn't hang on properly then when he pulled off Near would fall off. He smiled, maybe that would kill him. Oh, he could only hope but instead when he pulled off Near's grip tightened to an almost painful claw and he climbed half way up Mello's back crying something awful. Mello just continued on his merry little way. The brat had a helmet on, he would be fine.

For the sake of cruelty he took the long way to the house listed on the papers as the Jeevas household, or what was once the Jeevas household. He slowed down breaching into gang territory. If he was noticed here in a place that he wasn't meant to be then it could possibly mean something less than amicable for himself and Near but luckily a quick glance around showed that this was one of his neighborhoods. A shootout with Near clinging to him didn't sound ideal.

Slowly he pulled up on the side of the sidewalk barely glancing at the men sitting around. In retrospect they did the same to him instead focusing on Near that stumbled off the side of the bike. The group burst into laughter but Near was too occupied with checking himself to make sure Mello hadn't murdered him on the road. He took corners too close. He ran yellow lights and sometimes red. He decided it was a good idea to go between cars and drift with his leg no doubt he learned from Matt on a good day.

"Yo, Mello what are you doing here?" One of the men standing around flashing the blond a carefree smile but he still seemed worried that Mello had just shown up in their neighborhood. Usually that mean someone was about to either be pulled out their bed in the middle of the night or worse. He shuttered at the idea that it could be someone that he knew but instead Mello just pointed to his bike. The man wanted him to watch his bike and he nodded dutifully. Though he didn't look like it the blond had to be packing. He always was packing.

"You ready N?" Mello said aloud looking back at the young white haired boy that winced slightly. He glanced up at Mello but he didn't look like he had been crying which was pretty good considering the intent he had to not fall off the bike.

The boy nodded tugging at his sleeves in either annoyance or fear. He kept his gaze locked down the street before shifting when Mello turned back to the group.

"Which one of these houses was the Jeevas house?" Mello talked like he expected an answer. The group exchanged several looks before pointing towards a dilapidated house down the street from where they sat. "Good, make sure no one touches my stuff." The group watched silently as Mello stalked off down the street with Near not too far behind.

The grass in front of the house was untrimmed with several articles strewn across the yard. It was clear that no one had lived here for years. The windows were shattered, the door slightly unhinged and crossed with a large red X in paint. Mello wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean but he crossed himself anyway. The shrubs were long dead like everything else around here seemed to be. He was sure back in Juliet and Emilliano's days this was a good respectable neighborhood to raise children in. They had even painted the house a now faded light blue color with lavender shutters. Even now he could picture it how they had it and that made him swallow, hard.

Mello pushed the door open taking care that it didn't give and fall on him. It was already hanging haphazardly to the side. Near moved past him most likely taking advantage of the space before Mello let it go and possibly hit him. The house smelled of decay, water and urine and Mello's nose wrinkled accordingly. If Near could smell it he gave absolutely no hint that it was bothering him in anyway.

The entrance hallway spread out before him with lackluster wallpaper that had faded years ago. This place was beginning to depress him. He shook his head taking the few steps forward until he reached the living room that didn't hold much beside an old overturned couch that had been ripped from front to back, discarded newspapers and broken glass. He could only imagine how Matt could have felt coming here alone. He could have asked him to come along, he wouldn't have refused him. Most likely he would have just been annoyed by it but either way he would have come here. Seeing your family home like this had to be traumatizing.

"Matt's parents were found further in the house," Near whispered as Mello nodded surging forward.

~*xXx*~

He knew that. His mother had been dead for years but he hadn't expected to be able to come here and see any part of her. Seeing his mother for the first time in years made his knees weak. He whined inwardly taking several steps towards where he saw her. He couldn't remember his father as well as he could her but he wasn't sure why. He did have a father, his outline was there with his mother's. He smiled sadly turning towards the bedrooms in the back of the house.

The first bedroom he came to seemed to be the master. It was large and mostly empty aside from a few discarded beer cans and bottles that didn't look as if they had been touched in a very long time. He stepped in wondering if it would trigger another memory, something that would help him see his mother again or maybe his father but nothing happened. He simply felt suppressed. Something or someone was pulling him away from this room and further down the hallway but he could feel something in this room. He walked halfway in his eyes gliding over the floor before glancing towards the closet. It seemed more familiar than distant but he didn't dare go any closer to it. No, that seemed like that would bring something that he wasn't ready for yet. Maybe later. He stepped backwards slowly until he stood at the door again before moving on down the hallway.

~*xXx*~

"The report said Matt's father was found in here." Mello mumbled keeping his eyes leveled as best he could. He was sure at one oint this place must have been cozy but now it was just a dump.

Near stood beside him shaking his hands awkwardly at his sides, "We don't know that the man was Matt's father. He could have been adopted or…"

"Shut up Near." Mello hissed resisting the urge to shove him into the wall and just continue without him. "Like I said Matt's father was found dead here of a supposed self-inflicted gunshot wound which we now know to be false."

Near shrugged, "Not necessarily. You are aware that he could just be lying about killing his own parents, right?" He felt Mello give him a dark look.

Mello sighed, "As true as that may be Matt's father was supposedly killed hours after his mother was. Why would he kill his wife and then wait eight hours to kill himself and if that were true where was Matt the whole time?" He glanced over at the white haired boy who didn't look like he was going to consider that Mello could say something plausible to him. "If what M said was true it would make sense. He killed his mother early in the day and then waited for his father after work."

Near sighed, "I would suppose that could be true." He gestured down the hallway. "Matt's room must be the one with the door shut."

~*xXx*~

Matt slowed as he reached the bedroom that must have been his at one point. Slowly, gently he crept around the corner and paused. For a second everything was new. The Mario themed boarder on the wall in pristine condition, toys scattered across the wooden floor, the walls painted a gentle aquamarine. His bed was made and his toy box sat opened at the end of the bed. It all looked so familiar.

He reached forward before a startling scream broke through. He nearly stumbled out of the room but he was alone in the house. Where could it have come from? Again the voice screamed sending him backing against the wall. He nearly slipped and looked down paling. Blood, there was blood everywhere and something he couldn't place. He wanted to say brain matter but he had never seen that before so how could he say? He shook violently turning away attempting to get away from the blood that was covering the wall in artistic spray. He nearly screamed his eyes panning frantically before a vision of a woman appeared. She crouched desperately on the floor her shoulder bleeding.

"Mail." She whispered in what should have been silence. "Mail, please stop it. Give mommy the gun." Matt was back against the wall again before remembering the blood. Quickly he turned the find the wall now clean and his eyes widened.

He was going insane. Shaking he turned towards the woman again who was still begging. He still couldn't see her face and at this point he didn't want to. Then the second gunshot echoed and he nearly ducked. The sound of a body hitting the ground made him want to vomit, the sheer weight of it dropping to the floor sent him in a panic. He looked down and screamed high pitched and terrified.

It was his mother with half her face blown off. One green eye remained visible as matter oozed from her head and blood glittered against the wall. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't see as he stumbled blindly and desperately from the room. He gasped his throat burning in stark pain. He had to get out. He had to get out. He had to leave this place.

~*xXx*~

Mello paused at the closed bedroom door and glanced at Near. He had to admit Near was doing well without all his bodyguards but then again Mello was a walking army.

"Mello." Near breathed.

Mello barely had a chance to look back before the door opened on its own. "You should have known better than to stick your nose where it doesn't belong." M hissed shoving the blond roughly.

th it.