Ok you guys! I finally got off my lazy ass and finished off the first chapter of my brand new.. sequel... Yay? ^^' Anyway, I apologise for this taking so long, but I had absolutely zero inspiration... But now I'm back! And hopefully I'll fall back into the pattern of updating on the weekends? That'd be nice, wouldn't it ^_^

But yes. Here, my dearest readers, is the newest installment! .. That's overdramatic :D Anyway, onwards!

Warnings - erm.. language? Half naked Mello? That kinda stuffles?

Disclaimer - I still don't own Death Note... But I DO own Techono Rejump and Breathe Electronica :D

Enjoy~!

Hey there. You might remember me; I'm Matt Jeevas. Or I suppose, Matt Yagami? No, I'm never gonna go by that. Anyway, allow me to recap my life so far.

My dad died when I was young, and my mum ran off with another guy; Light's dad. I lived with Light for ten long years, and then I was forced to take dance lessons, where I met the man who is currently the love of my life. Mello. Light kicked me out a little while later, and I went to live with said blond bombshell.

After that, a lot went chaotically wrong… We had a few quarrels, I got kidnapped, and Light and Misa died. And Near managed to get me a creepy-ass councillor along the line too.

But now, just when the dust was settling… Here's my mum. And her new husband, aka the guy she ran off with all those years ago. And here I am, on the couch, half naked but hiding this fact under a large blanket I didn't even know Mello owned, while he stands in front of them with only a towel on. And I'm assuming I'm bright red in the face.

So there you are. My short, rather tedious history. And now, here we are, in the present.

"Mum… Soichiro?"

Mello looks around at me as I speak, as do both the adults. I can see my mum struggling to match my face with that of the young boy she'd abandoned all those years ago. Eventually it seems to click in her head, and she quickly pushes past my half naked lover.

"Matt? Oh, how you've changed, my dear…"

I can only assume my expression must've been quite hostile, since she trails off, leaving behind a pretty fucking awkward silence. She sighs a little, as Soichiro joins her in front of me, leaving Mello to close the door and mumble something about getting dressed and making tea.

I look vaguely panicked as he leaves the room, not expected to be left on my own with my… parents. Weird to have the plural there. I'm not sure I like Light's dad much. But that might just be because he spawned Light.

"It must be a bit of a surprise to see us… A nice man called Ryuuzaki gave us directions to here. We actually came here for Light's funeral, but he suggested maybe we ought to come and see you."

I'm not sure about this 'Ryuuzaki' character…

Moments later, Mello reappears wearing a pair of baggy jeans I recognise as my own – and not much else, I might add – and mouths "L" across the room before moving into the kitchen to fetch the tea he'd spoken about.

I sigh a little, and they obviously misinterpret this, since two voices are immediately reassuring me.

"Oh, dear, I didn't mean to bring it up again… Of course you must've been upset about him passing…"

I genuinely almost snort at that. Yeah, I'm so upset my asshole 'brother' died. I mean, I know I ought to be at least a little upset… But I've got Mello. Plus… I don't care.

They take my silence to mean that I must be still grieving… And leave pretty soon after that, thanking Mello for the tea they didn't even touch.

Once they're gone, Mello joins me on the couch, stroking my hair gently.

"So… Why do you even hate Light so badly, Firehead?"

I sigh and lean against him. I didn't realise how much I missed his stupid pet name up until… well, right now, actually. He pats my forehead lightly when I don't answer him immediately, and I pull a face, wondering how exactly to answer this.

"I suppose… He was never nice to me. Well that sounds shit. But he wasn't a great brother. He didn't stick up for… He actually usually took the side of the kids that didn't like me so much. I pretty much had to fend for myself after my dad died, so I guess it was sort of shit. Didn't know love and all that crap…" I trail off slightly awkwardly, but he gestures to me to continue, so I take a small breath, trying to figure out where to go next.

"I suppose… He hated me, so I hated him? I just wasn't good enough, I suppose. Doesn't bother me much now, but it affected me a lot when I was a kid. He hit me a lot too…" It takes me a moment to realise I'd said that in a vaguely reminiscent way… A moment that involves Mello giving me a really weird look.

"O-oh, shit… I don't mean like I miss it or anyth-"

"You're a masochist, Matt?"

Trust him to take it that way. So, naturally, I scowl and put on my best 'shut-the-fuck-up-asshole' expression on. Which, incidentally, really isn't all that great. At all. And of course, the fact that he's smirking his sexy, evil smirk means that my cheeks heat right up, turning what I assume must be a pretty fucked up shade of pink. Damn.

"A-anyway… I just hate him, ok? He was never any good as a big brother. We didn't get on."

Mello's still smirking over his little masochist comment though… Which is pretty irritating. He'd better not try anything…

In a lame attempt to avoid anything he may or may not be up to, I decide to go and take a shower, making sure to double check that the door is definitely locked. It's not that I'm mistrustful… I'm just a little worried about what he's plotting with the whole thing about me being a masochist… Which by the way isn't fucking true.

Once I'm done showering, I redress – for safety's sake, duh – before making my way out into the danger zone; anywhere Mello happens to be. I realise pretty quick that he's not actually ambling about or anything… How long was I in the shower anyway? Glancing at the time, I realise it's actually a whole lot later than I originally thought, much to my dismay. Well bugger. So naturally, I head towards the bedroom.

...

I can't say I expected to wander in while Mello was butt-naked, going through his drawers to find boxers. Or, that's what I'm hoping he's looking for, and not some shit to attack me with. Of course, I'm not entirely sure if I ought to announce myself or whatever, and by the time I'm through worrying, he's already turned round with a smirk on his face.

"Hey, babe," is all he says as he saunters over and flops down on the bed, rolling about and scrabbling in a weirdly graceful way until he's under the covers. "Hurry up and get changed, I'm tired and I'm not gonna get any sleep if you don't get your noisy ass to bed too."

I snort, half expecting to be groped at any moment as I switch out of my stripes and jeans into… Well, stripes and boxers. Yeah, I'm that awesome. Pft.

He smiles in a rather cute way as I move underneath the covers, almost immediately latching onto me and hugging tightly.

"Hey!"

"Oh, shut up."

And yeah, that was about all the conversation, because… Well, he fell asleep almost instantly as soon as I stopped struggling, and I guess I followed soon after.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed and the sound of mugs being moved around the kitchen. Muttering incoherently and raking my fingers through my hair, I sit up, yawning quietly. I can just about hear Mello humming to myself, and I grin, happy to know he's in an alright mood.

Glancing at the clock, I realise I'm actually up pretty late; this is made clearer when I try to stretch and find my neck aching slightly from lying awkwardly on it for far longer than normal, for me anyway.

Sighing, I haul my ass out of bed and slump in the general direction of the kitchen, hoping maybe Mello had some drink with a high caffeine content ready for me. And as per usual, said blond lover of mine has in fact been an angel and made me coffee. Which is Matty's 1-UP Mushroom right now, seriously. And yes, I am allowed to refer to myself in third person, there's nothing wrong with that, damnit!

I grab hold of the mug, diving for the couch with it, flicking the TV on as I went. Mello just chuckled, making his slightly more dignified way to sit beside me, ruffling up my hair in what I assume was an affectionate manner, snagging the remote control while I almost burn the inside on my mouth on boiling coffee.

Squeaking loudly, I ignore Mello as he smirks and chuckles at my stupidity.

"Fuuuuuck! OW! Mello!" Ok, so maybe it's uncalled for to blame him… but still. It's his fault. I mean… He made the coffee, not me. Shut up, it's not my fault, ok? Yeah. That's what I fucking thought.

Either way, my blond boyfriend seems to find this hilarious, unable to stop laughing at me while I swear loudly and colourfully, slamming my mug down onto the table and lunging at him, tongue hanging out of my mouth in an attempt to cool it down… Also having the effect of making me look like a total and complete nutter. And unsurprisingly, Mello finds this even more amusing, practically pissing himself as he raises a foot to defend himself from my frenzied attacking. Well, I say attacking, I mean pointlessly flailing. I never was much of a fighter. So naturally, a foot against my chest and fingers tickling me pretty much disable me, and I topple off the sofa.

And manage to smack my head on the carpeted floor.

Cursing even more loudly, I sit up, shooting a not-so-deathly glare at Mello, who simply does his best – not – to restrain a loud bark of laughter, waving a hand in a way I assume is dismissive. "You really ought to go and get dressed, Matty."

Muttering, I do pretty much exactly what he says, stomping into our shared room to seek out some jeans and a simple striped sweater. Because I'm a lazy sod when I'm staying home, y'know.

Once I'm done getting myself clothed properly, I return to the couch, settling myself down and picking up my slightly cooler coffee, sipping it experimentally first to make sure I wasn't about to fry my taste buds, before gulping it down quickly, happy to finally be able to get my much-needed morning caffeine boost.

And then, while I bask in the hyperactivity that's making my body shake a tiny bit – L.O.V.E. – there's a loud knock at the door, and the oh-so-familiar call of 'Matt? Are you there?".

Ah, my parents. And at this time in the morning no less… Well, ok, so it's around eleven-ish now. But still.

I can't even imagine what the hell they might want now.

Ok, so this has been all... not beta-ed. Should I have mentioned that before? Maybe :D Either way, I checked through it just now, so with any luck, there won't be too many mistakes... feel free to tell me if there are :D Because then I can make them all better ^_^

I'd like to say a big thanks to a few lovely reviewers; LawlietKeehl, for being the Mello for... most of the entirety of TR :) I should've thanked her, then, but instead it's all going here! ShinigamiMailJeevas, for beta-ing occasionally for me, and generally being epic :) The same goes for Haruka'sLoveChild [it's not your account name anymore, is it..? I'm so useless :O] xxStrawberryMassacrexx and xxFlutterStutterBOOMBOOMxx for being two lovely people that actually inspired me to finish TR and begin this! And last but not least, ThornLeaf, the one who gave me the much needed creative-kick-up-the-ass to get this chapter finished and uploaded! Lots of love to all you guys :D

As per usual, reviews will [hopefully] inspire the creativity within me, making me warm and fluffly! :D

Speaking of nothing in particular, I now own a bento box :3 I don't think I've mentioned this before :D But it's lovely, and it's got a little blue panda bear on the front ^_^ I love it :D Damn my mouth feels funny :O Pointless subject change, I know XD I've eaten like... half a packet of mentos in about twenty minutes... is that normal? I need to stop rambling, I get the feeling no-one ever reads these anyway XD

Have a nice day/evening/morning/night~!

~Diabolica