Full Summary: Matt learns that some secrets are perhaps, better left as secrets. He, Mello and Near are pulled into a sinister plot full of murder, kidnapping and lies. But Matt just couldn't seem to regret anything, no matter how it ended up. Future yaoi.

-Mind you the rating is for the entire fic and all of its parts.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note

AN: Yay it's finally here, I actually started this while in the process of posting Choices chapter 20 and writing The Silent Place. Go me? So here is the prologue.... I hope that you all enjoy it.... (I decided to post it early as I was bored……)

Special thank to DiabolicaJeevas for doing an edit for this :)

Suggested Listening: Welcome To The World (Feat. Rick Ross) by Kevin Rudolf

Prologue: In the Interest of Easing Boredom

The room was dark, the only real light coming from a laptop on a bed; the air was slightly musty which suggested that the occupant of the room rarely left the door or window open.

There was a muffled groan followed by a large and breathy sigh.

The site had, once again, frozen and caused him to loose all of his progress. With a frown the red haired boy pushed the orange goggles to the top of his head, the screens light no longer reflecting off the surface of the lenses.

He rubbed tiredly at his eyes and blinked at the blurry images in front of him before he replaced the goggles over his eyes; his hair flopped back into place with the too long fringe drooping just over his eyes. With his usual form of entertainment gone, the boy known only as Matt, cracked his fingers and donned a wicked grin.

If he couldn't play his preferred online game at the moment, then he would just have to turn to hacking for some entertainment. It was fun, and so long as he never got caught Mr. Wammy didn't care.

Though that stick in the mud Roger was always on his back about it. Matt rolled his eyes and forced thoughts of Roger from his mind. He had to deal with the Wammys House caretaker enough during the day without thinking of him while on his own time.

He loved to hack; it was something he was good at. He had been good at it even before Wammys, though not nearly good enough as it was what had landed him at Wammys in the first place.

He had accidentally found his way inside Wammys server while he had still been living with his parents, but it was only after he'd been forced into a hole-in-the-wall orphanage, shortly after his parents had died, that he had been found by Mr. Wammy.

His first year there he had constantly been in trouble with Roger for hacking things, as Roger or even L himself had caught him. But by now he was good enough where he was only caught by L if it were something he monitored frequently.

Though lately L had been busy with cases and had left it to Roger to make sure he wasn't getting into trouble, though Matt liked to think he'd gotten better. Technology was his area of expertise after all.

Wammys House had been created for the sole purpose of finding the next L, should the current one die early or retire. Though it was also known as an ordinary orphanage.

The rules were strict, though that was mainly because of Roger, and the class work bogged down many of them to the point of having no free time. Competition was encouraged, though the students did most of the work on their own to create a pressure cooker environment.

Matt honestly wanted no part of it, and really had no motivation to become the next L, though he was currently ranked first.

It was rare that children were brought to Wammys House, as Matt supposed there weren't too many genius orphans out there, but he hoped a few more might come in hopes of taking his position.

Though he couldn't just drop spots as everyone there would know he had faked things. No one there was at his level and it left him feeling bored most of the time. He never did any of his work either. There was no point as the only things that actually mattered were the tests.

Though there were many classes to take, and some extra that didn't count towards ones weekly score, there was only one main test at the end of the week. There was only one version of the test and everyone had to take it.

Matt grinned as he exited the FBI's mainframe and wondered how pissed off people would become. He hadn't seriously tampered with anything, simply created a glitch that would make it appear that a massive amount of files had been deleted, when in reality they were merely 'hidden'.

The glitch was on a time release and once a week was up the files would 'magically' reappear in their system. Damn it was fun to mess with them.

He tried his game site again but the server was still frozen. He wondered why he didn't just hack it and fix the errors but figured it was simply not his job to do all their work for them. He was about to sign into one of his various non Wammy e-mails, as Wammys House had its own server along with inner house e-mail for class updates and such, when he spotted an article about a Russian Mafiya bosses murder a few days before.

It vaguely piqued his interest so he clicked on the article. It wasn't as though he had anything else to do. Apparently it had been a planned hit and the guys' entire family had been murdered; save for one survivor.

Who also happened to be the sole heir to the Mafiya. Though it was stated that the teen had disappeared and no traces of his whereabouts were known. The boy had apparently been a genius.

Matt figured that the boy had simply found a way to hide himself, and it definitely seemed like a good idea if what happened to his family was anything to go by.

He thought nothing more on it and entered his e-mail where he had notifications about various games having been updated or beta testing trials. He stayed online until the very early hours of the morning before passing out before the sun ever came up.

Matt woke to an incessant knocking on his door, though it sounded more along the lines of banging, and his goggles having been pressed uncomfortably into his face. "It's open!" he mumbled and stuffed his face further into his pillow despite the aching caused by the goggles.

"Matt- when was the last time you cleaned?!" Roger's voice boomed from the open doorway; light spilled in from the hallway though Matt noted sunlight probably would have been lighting his room had he not put up the blinds and blackout curtains.

He blurrily looked across the room and noted the random articles of clothing that littered his side of the floor as well as well as the empty soda cans, games and other oddities strewn about. He honestly couldn't remember when he'd last cleaned. Things were probably growing mold and mutating under his bed as they spoke.

Come to think of it... what was under his bed?

"Get this pigsty cleaned up. And open those damn curtains, you have a new roommate and I'm ashamed to have him see this, as you should be as well." Matt blinked as Roger's words infiltrated his mind.

"Then perhaps you should have informed me I was getting a roommate. Your bad, not mine." Matt mumbled though he made no move to get up. The older man sighed heavily and spoke to someone who stood behind him in the doorway.

"This is Mello and I expect you to show him around." Roger left after giving him another nasty glare which left 'Mello' to stand in the doorway alone.

As Matt took in the form of his new roommate he grinned. He would either be a pushover, in which case Matt could continue his rather boring way of life. Or he would a complete pain in the ass.

Either way, things had finally changed.

-End Prologue-

AN: So what does everyone think of this so far?

Also, Mafiya, isn't a type. For the Russian Mafiya/Mafia it can be typed either way. Google it.

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