Bonus Chapter: Bonding Time

Matt was drunk, yet again, but tonight for a completely different reason. He and Mello had gotten into a fight. It hadn't been exactly the verbal kind of fight, more like the one where punches were thrown and as a result, Matt had a black eye, and Mello stormed out of the apartment with a bloody nose.

After two hours of the blond still missing, Matt had become bored and started rifling through their refrigerator. There were only two more bottles of beer. The redhead shrugged, swiping them and retreating to the bedroom. He'd been hesitant about drinking since that last...incident but he was curious if it would happen again. So an hour more later, Matt was lying on the bed with his head hanging off the edge, the two bottles of beer standing empty on the bedside table.

It wasn't long before Matt found a very interesting spot on the wall to look at. He stared off into space for a full minute until he felt someone hitting his leg.

Matt groaned, sitting up.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing upside down?" Mello asked, blowing on his nails.

"M-Mello?" Matt grunted, rubbing his forehead.

"No, you're just having another hallucination," Not-Mello said. "Hey Affectionate, pass me the red bottle of nail polish, please."

On the floor beside the bed, a hand came up and placed a bottle on the comforter.

"Thanks hun," Gay said, reaching down and patting the other Mello's hair.

Affectionate purred.

"You guys again?" Matt said exasperatedly.

Gay rolled his eyes. "As if you hadn't gotten drunk just to see us again," he said, smiling knowingly. He took Matt's hand, examining it. "Hm, I think red would really compliment your skin tone. Don't you think, Affectionate?"

"So where are the others?" Matt was getting a little used to them. "And wait! You're absolutely not going to paint my nails!"

"Bossy took Lust and Emo with him for groceries. We locked Trigger-Happy up in a closet after he shot the TV and we had to replace it. So it's only me, Affectionate, Smartass, and Innocent present." Gay shook the bottle. "And of course you're getting your nails painted!" he exclaimed.

Matt wiggled away but only ended up sprawled on the floor. Affectionate giggled, nuzzling against him.

"Fine," Gay said resignedly. "Can we at least put some cover-up on that black eye? It looks disgusting." Without waiting for an answer, he set the bottle down, stood, and helped Matt up. "Okay, Affectionate, you'll be in charge of taming that rat's nest of hair he's got."

"Hey!" Matt protested as he was forcefully sat on a chair in front of the mirror.

The door opened and in walked Smartass. He smirked when he saw Matt. "Nice of you to visit us," he said, grinning.

Then Innocent came in. His eyes widened when he saw the redhead. "Matty!" he exclaimed, running forward and hugging him. "You came back."

"Hey." Affectionate pushed him away. "I'm trying to do his hair here."

Innocent, once again beaten by the other, pouted and sat down on the floor beside Matt's chair, playing with his fingers.

"Great timing, you two!" Gay chirped. "Smartass, you can help me with his make up."

"Make up?" Matt said incredulously.

The four Mello's ignored him.

"I have to admit, I do like embarrassing other people," Smartass mused, picking up a lipstick case.

"You guys!" Matt complained. He was about to say more but Affectionate yanked at his hair, making him hiss in pain.

"Heh, sorry Matt," Affectionate apologized, kissing the gamer's cheek. "Your hair's just so...unruly."

"Tch. You got that right," Gay mumbled, holding a tiny container of cover-up in his hand. He studied Matt's black eye criticizingly. "All right, so a little bit of this..." He dabbed some of the cream under Matt's eye, making Matt wince.

Smartass, on the other hand, began applying some blush on Matt's cheeks.

Affectionate ruthlessly combed Matt's hair, occasionally patting Matt's shoulders as an apology for the pain.

Innocent was doing something, but with Smartass and Gay in the way(heh, that rhymed, Matt mused), he couldn't see him.

Matt sighed and allowed himself to drown out the busy Mello's, wondering if doing this against might have been the brightest idea.

An hour later(an hour! For god's sake, an hour!) Matt sensed everyone withdrawing. He opened his eyes tiredly, only to find that someone was covering them. "Ready to see the new you?" Gay said excitedly.

"Sure," Matt mumbled.

"Ta-da!" Gay lifted his hands away, and Matt got a full view of his reflection.

He...he was pretty, to say the least. Some of his longer bangs were pinned in place by hairpains so they weren't as messy. His goggles had been removed, his vulnerable eyes taken advantage of. Both of his eyelids were coated in light green eyeshadow, making his blue eyes 'pop out'. His black eye was longer visible, to Matt's amazement. His cheek's were lightly dusted pink and his lips a faint red.

"You look amazing!" Gay gushed. "I'd date you if I wasn't a hallucination!"

"Technically, you are screwing him," Smartass said pointedly. "I mean, we're all Mello after all, and he and Mello copulate every night."

Matt turned beet red, looking down. He saw Innocent smiling at him proudly, gesturing at his nails.

So Matt lifted his hand into the air, taking note of the red polish that covered his nails...

He looked back down to scold Innocent, but the Mello was looking at him with big teary eyes, and Matt just couldn't do it. Who could say no to that face?

Mello sighed, checking his cell phone. It had been five hours since his dramatic exit back at their apartment. He'd mostly cooled down, he could probably go back home now.

Pocketing his phone, Mello climbed onto his motorcycle, revved the engine, and sped off.

"Uno!" Bossy said triumphantly, raising his single card into the air, proudly showing off his red four. "I win!" It was thirty minutes after Matt's makeover, and the three other sides of Mello had come home.

"You don't win until you put down the last card," Smartass said, rolling his eyes. "But thanks for showing us your card anyway."

"I never win," Emo said sadly, putting his chin down. Affectionate patted his back.

"At least you're doing better than Matt," he snickered at the redhead. He took a bite out of his chocolate bar.

Pouting, Matt said, "I only have seventeen cards! That's not so bad!" It was his turn, so he put down a card on the middle pile.

"I don't know how to play this game," Innocent said, putting down a yellow six on top of Matt's blue three.

"That's an invalid move," Lust said. "Here, why don't you show me your cards and I can help you?"

"Cheater!" Gay yelled, slamming his fist down the table. "Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater!"

"It's not nice to cheat," Innocent decided to put in.

Bossy slapped his last card down. "There! Why don't we just say that I win and start a new game?"

"No!" Five voices chorused. Immediately, all eight(except Innocent) began arguing loudly.

"You win every time! It's not fair!"

"Life's not fair Emo, so why don't you go back to cutting yourself!"

"Hey! Don't encourage his suicidal tendencies or else I'll cut off your genitals!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Stop laughing, Lust, I'm serious!"

"Bang bang!" someone cackled from the supply closet, followed by two gunshots.

Everyone froze.

"Shit, who gave him the fucking gun?" Bossy demanded.

"I'm sorry," Innocent peeped, burrowing himself into Matt's side. "He promised not to shoot anything."

Gay sighed. "Innocent! You know that you should never trust Trigger-Happy!"

Innocent's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry!" he repeated, burying his face into Matt's chest.

Matt, unsure of what to do, patted his back comfortingly.

"Well, somebody's got to get in there and get the gun from him," Smartass said.

"As much as I would like my life to end," Emo said dramatically, "I don't find being shot to death very pleasant."

"I'm too pretty," Gay scoffed.

"Hey, we can send Affectionate in!" Lust suggested. "He can give Trigger-Happy a hug or some shit like that to distract him, then take the gun."

They began arguing again while Trigger-Happy went on laughing maniacally, shooting off more rounds.

In the midst of all the chaos, Innocent looked up at Matt. And suddenly, the shy, timid Mello slapped him.

"Wha'?" Matt was jolted back to reality, his head snapping forward slightly, connecting his lips with someone else's.

After a few seconds, Mello pulled away, smirking. "So, does this mean you forgive me for the black eye?"

Matt took a moment to get his bearings. He was back in his bedroom. "Smartass?" he asked Mello.

Mello looked at him worriedly. "That's the second time you've done that now." He felt Matt's forehead. "Listen, I found some fliers for an available therapist at half price. If you want, I can call the number and you can talk-"

"I don't need help!" Matt exclaimed, sitting up. He groaned, rubbing his head with one hand and inspecting his other. His nails were clean.

"Aw, too bad," Gay suddenly seemed to materialize beside him. "Innocent worked real hard on them." Then he was gone.

Mello was looking at Matt with concern in his eyes.

"Yeah..." Matt mumbled, reconsidering. "Let me see that flier..."

So there's an extra chapter, because people were suggesting more chapters and stuff... However, don't be expecting me to be writing more! This one was merely for the nice people who reviewed for the original chapter. ^^