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"What the hell was that?" Matt repeated, raising his eyebrows.

"Nothing," Mello shook his head quickly. He shrugged his shoulders, trying to look casual. "You know. Salesman."

"Uh-huh," Matt nodded, disbelief etched in his features. "And why did you just shout 'near'?"

"Oh, that. He was uh… standing awfully close. You know how I am about my personal space. Heh." He gave a weak chuckle. "So uh…"

Change the subject, he thought desperately. "Uh…" Change the subject, change the subject! "It's kinda cloudy outside."

If he could have smacked himself on the head without Matt noticing, he would have. That was the worst subject change of all time.

"It's cloudy outside?" Matt repeated incredulously. Mello nodded. "Outside, where the …salesman you just slammed the door on is."


"Okay." Matt made a move to unpause his video game before saying, "You're the weirdest fucking guy I know, Mello."

"What else is new?" Mello muttered as he peeled himself away from the door. Maybe if I just ignore him, he'll go away. Deciding that was probably his best course of action, Mello turned to go to the kitchen. He was fairly certain some of the dishes in the sink were working on growing new life forms.

"So what was he selling?"

Mello froze. "Huh?"

"The salesman." Matt's eyes never left the TV. "Just curious."

"Um…. Knives?"

"Knives?" Matt let out a short laugh. "I'm surprised you didn't jump all over that."

"Just didn't feel like talking today," Mello replied. "In fact," he added under his breath, "I don't really feel like talking to him ever again."


There was a slight creak that Mello could identify as Matt vacating his spot on his couch. Wow, that's sad, he thought, I even know what he's doing without looking. I need a life… or a Matt to magically stop being straight.

"Nothing. Oh hey, I'm gonna stop by the store tonight after work. Is there anything you-" The question died on his lips as he heard the front door being opened. For a moment he stood frozen, and then the sound of Matt saying starting to talk snapped him back to reality. "Shit. Shit, shit, shit." He made a very undignified scramble for the living room. Maybe I still have a chance. Maybe I saw wrong, and it's not him at all. Maybe-

No, it was definitely him. Mello came to halt a few feet back from the door, which was now open to fully reveal the one person in the world he really, really didn't want to see right now. Or ever.

"Mello." Mello stood; jaw clenched tight, as the familiar voice said, "Aren't you glad to see me?"

"Oh yeah," Mello managed to find the sarcastic switch and flip it on full-force. "Just thrilled." He moved quickly to the door and grabbed it, attempting to shut it on the visitor once again. "So glad you stopped by, but we're just really busy right now. Try again later."

"Mello." Matt, who had been standing to the side, looking mostly bemused by the events, caught the edge of the door and pushed it back. "Mind explaining? I mean, I know you're not the most polite guy in the world, but this is a new low even for you."

Mello took a deep breath, before spitting out through gritted teeth. "Fine. Matt, meet Near. My younger brother."

"Really?" Matt looked taken aback. Mello wasn't surprised. Near was small, thin and his hair was so blonde it was practically blinding. Mello on the other hand was tall, lanky but still with a bit of a build to him, and his hair was the more common golden variety of blonde.

"Really," Mello sighed. He turned his attention back to Near. "What are you doing here, Near?"

Near's familiar tenor, the one that made Mello want to grab the nearest fork and stab his eye out with it, answered. "What, can't a person just stop by to see their only sibling?"

"No. Not when it's you, they can't"

Near made a small tsk-tsk sound with his tongue. "Temper, Mello, temper. You've always had such a vicious one. Guess that's why the business never worked out for you."

"The business?" Matt interjected with a curious tone.

"Don't," Mello said sharply in reply to Near. Then, turning to Matt, "Maybe you should…"

Matt held up his hands, backing away, "Hey, it's cool, I get it. I'm sensing some very unresolved family tension here anyways. I'll be in my room if you need me."

"Well," Near raised his eyebrows at Mello. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Not even one tiny bit," Mello smiled coldly. Damn, he thought, I could be watching Matt's ass as he walked away, but instead I get to stare at this ugly fucker. Life is just a bitch.

"Don't you want to know why I'm here?"


"Mello, I-"

"Oh my god," Mello started laughing, the stress of the situation getting the better of him. "It's hilarious," he said between chuckles, "How you think I give about a damn about anything that you have to say after all the shit you've pulled."

"I only did what-"

"Yeah, yeah," Mello waved his hand, ignoring Near's remark. "You only did what was right for the business. Well how fucking noble of you," he spat out, not laughing anymore. "So no, I don't care why you're here, I don't care that you found me, because really what were the chances you wouldn't? I don't care about you Near. So if you could kindly get the hell away from me now, that would be great."

Near sighed. "It's sad, really," he said. "You had so much potential. But that's not why I'm here. I need something."

"Go buy it. I'm sure you've got enough money."

"Something I can only get from you."

Mello snorted. "What could I possibly give you that you couldn't get on your own. Look around," he indicated his apartment with a sweeping gesture. "I work my ass off and barely make minimum wage."

"I need a place to stay."

Mello's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

"You heard me."

"I know, but I still repeat, what? Like I said, you've got money. If you need a place to stay go stay at a hotel." He paused. "Or better yet, why don't you go buy a hotel. Dad would be so proud."

"I can't stay in a hotel this time and I don't really have the time to explain it right now either. Can I stay here or not."

Mello pretended to take a moment to consider it. "Not."

"Hmm." Near shrugged his shoulders a bit. "That's too bad. And I was looking forward to meeting your roommate too. What's his name… Matt was it?"

Mello's eyes narrowed. "What are you- Don't you even think-"

"And Matt… he's aware of your… preferences, right?

"You wouldn't-"

"So," Near flashed a smile that didn't quite make it to his eyes. "I guess you won't have any problem helping your brother out then. Right?"

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