A/N: Hello, my love-ducklings! Ahm, so this is angsty yaoi, and maybe lemony, in later chapters. Matt/Mello Muahaha! R&R Babies!

Axel: For the most part, she's nice. Except when she doesn't buy me Cheetos and kicks me in the shins.
Me: You secretly have a burning passion for pain that you cannot deny.
Axel: *grumps in his emo corner*

Me: Ax, will you do the Disclaimer? *makes pouty face*
Axel: MUST...RESIST….*sighs in defeat* Greendaylegacy does not own Death Note, but she does own my body.
Me: *blushes madly* ONWARD!

Chapter One: Bitches and Hoes

I leaned back against the wall, cleaning my nails with my hunting knife.
A nervous henchman approached me, his eyes lowered.
"Boss."
I raised an eyebrow, calculating. "Who'd you kill this time?"
The mobster rubbed the side of his neck, and I slid the knife into the strap holster on my thigh.
"He's...not dead. Yet. He is, however, riddled with bullets. He claimed to know you, Boss." There was a strange tug in my gut. Who could it possibly be?
"He's in the quack house." He said, affectionately referring to the infirmary.
I nodded and dismissed him, striding towards the quack house. The little tug in my gut was more insistent, and I knew some shit was about to hit the proverbial fan
. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the double doors open. "Boss!" The physician said, jumping up from a chair beside the gurney.
"Well?" I demanded. "Why are you just sitting there? Show me who it is!" The man gulped.
"B-but, sir, the man's in surgery right now. All those bullets will do even more harm if left in his body." I rolled my eyes.
"Where is this all-god-important man? Shit! Just let me see him!"
The man led me to an occupied surgery room, where I pushed around and through the doctors.
My heart stopped as I looked down. Tortured green eyes gazed back up at me, and I went numb. This…this was impossible.
"M-mello?" Matt whined, the pain in his voice evident.
His red hair was matted with blood, and one of the lenses in his goggles was cracked.
I dropped to my knees and cradled his face in my hands.
"Mattie?" I whispered, hardly believing it. "You…you were dead!"
Matt grinned. "Not dead, Mels. Just sleepin'."
I laughed brokenly, running my thumb over his bruised cheek.
He bit his lip when one of the masked doctors searched for his vein with a needle.
"Boss, you have to leave. He's in a lot of pain." I found my senses again, and stood, nodding.
Matt's eyes went wide. "Mels?" He whimpered, trying to get up.
The doctors pushed him down again, and all I could do was stand there.
"Mello, Mello! Want Mello!" Matt yelled angrily, punching one of the doctors.
"Boss, leave! He's hysterical because of you!" The man nearest me said. Normally, I would have shot him for demanding I do what he said. But I just left.

-asdfghjk Matt's POV-

It was weird, watching the doctors dig the bullets out of my body. Even weirder that I couldn't feel any of it.
"Want Mello." I murmured again.
"You'll see him soon, Matt." One of the doctors said, mopping the blood off my torso and stitching me up. "We're almost done."
I grumped unhappily. It was bad enough that I'd been shot up, and now the bastards had the nerve to tell me I couldn't see Mello?
"Blasphemy." I grumbled, my tongue feeling three times its regular size. The doctor tied the last stitch with a flourish.
"I'll make him come to you. You're not walking for at least another three days."
I huffed and tried to scratch my butt, becoming irritated when the pain flared, as if echoing the doctors' statement.
As I lay there waiting, the thoughts and memories of the past festered in my mind.
Was it still the same between Mello and I? Such thoughts worried me.
I sat up, ignoring the pain and gritting my teeth. I was not useless, and it pissed me off that I'd been reduced to an ICU bitch.
Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I set my feet on the floor to stand.
The IV in my arm tugged, and i yanked it out, hissing. Putting my weight on one leg, I unfolded myself and leaned on the machine for support.
I waited for the flashes of pain to fade, and when they did, I hobbled to the door.
"Dammit." I growled, my torso aching.
"Shit, Matt! What the hell are you doing?" Mello caught me before I hit the floor.
I looked up into his impossibly blue eyes and disgruntled expression.
"Walking, idiot. What's it look like?" I said, burying my face in his neck. He sighed.
"Matt, the doctor counted twenty-three bullets in your body. You shouldn't be able to sit up, much less walk." I scoffed.
"I'm perfectly fine. Seriously. You don't need to worry about me, Mels."
He raised an eyebrow, looking down at me and my many bandages.
"Yeah. Okay." He stood and began walking away from that hospital-place with me in his arms.
"Where have you been, Matt?" He said quietly. I peeked up at him.
"There was a bounty on my head. I had to take care of it." His eyes flashed.
"Who made the bounty, and what for?" His voice was rough and angry, and I hid in his neck again.
"I was doing a job for a friend. Hack into the guys' system, get the floorplan and the passcode to the safe room, and get out. It was the wrong guy to hack, and I learned some things I shouldn't have."
Mello growled. "That was careless. You shouldn't have done it, it was dangerous, and you could have been-"
"And being a Russian mob boss isn't dangerous either? I'm not supposed to worry about that?"
He kicked open a door and walked inside, setting me down on a large bed and rubbing his temples.
"Dammit, Matt, we're not talking about me." He said, his voice strained.
"Well, Mello, we sure as hell aren't talking about me. You act like I can't take care of myself."
With that, I rolled on my side and huffed grumpily, giving Mello my back. I need a cigarette, I thought to myself.

-jhytd Mello's POV-

I ran a hand through my hair, and looked at Matt.
He'd wrapped himself in my blankets and buried his face in my pillow, giving an irritable 'hmph' now and then.
Exasperated, I sat in my chair. He was an adorable pain in my ass, I thought, gazing at his tiny figure.
"Missed you, Mattie." I murmured, scooting the chair up to the bed. He gave a world-ending sigh.
"I missed you too, Mels." He turned around and looked at me sleepily.
"Come 'ere." He said, holding his arms out and pouting.
"You just got out of surgery." I said firmly, shaking my head.
Matt's eyes widened, and he gave a hurt whimper. "But...I'm COLD!"
He made a sad, pouty face, and I caved. "Fine. But you have to tell me if I hurt you."
I kicked off my boots and slid into the blankets behind him.
Immediately, he curled around me and sighed happily.
"Spoiled rotten." I murmured, smiling and burying my face in his red hair.
He giggled and cuddled into my chest. His breathing changed and I knew he was asleep. Pretty soon, I followed him.

A/N: WOOT! CHAPTER ONE IS FINISHED! HUFFAH!

Axel: *snores in my lap, having fallen asleep*

Me: *giggles, whispering* Oke, so this was the cute chapter. Angst shall ensue soon. BTW, SnowKat1996 helped me, even if she did it while being a pain in my left buttock.

Lavi: Nuuu! No make funs of Snokitty!

SnowKat1996: Awe, *huggles*

Me: O.o *runs away with Axel, mortified* AHM TAKIN' A NAP.