~*~Tomorrow comes Today~*~ (Izar, Guilty & Oracle [MattFutureMelloMello] [nc17])

Matt had acknowleged the blonde's departure with a brief nod, his concentration already fully on the game on screen. Only the -clack- of the door made him look up a little. //Business as usual, eh ... shame ... I was just getting horny ...// An almost sad glance down at his crotch, then a shrug and the gamer was back in his element.

How many hours he spend gaming, he'd never know but he couldn't care less, never had. But after a while Matt couldn't quite fight of a strange feeling. He felt as if he was being watched, scrutinized even and it gave him chills. For a moment he pushed it away as a slight kind of paranoia but no matter how hard he concentrated on the movements on his screen the feeling wouldn't go away. Finally he gave up, throwing the controller away in exasperation and scrambled to his feet. Trying not to look like a paranoid freak he took a quick glance around but couldn't find any signs of stalkers or cameras or the like. //Am I going crazy?//

Still ... neither in the kitchen nor in the bathroom the strange feeling would go away. So Matt opted for the only thing that seemed logical. He took his PSP and hid in bed. //Stupid strange feelings ...//

Somewhere not far from the little flat someone smiled while lighting another cigarette and starting the engine of dark Mercedes, heading off in another direction ...

Mafia Thugee:

He was amazed himself that he hadn't dried out by the time his boss arrived in the facility. Now the two, the stranger and the ... boy, were staring each other down and he wished he could sneak out. But he couldn't and soon the attention would be back on him. So he already started to sort through the papers he would set down for Mello soon, show him, why he was here.

While he shuffled through the papers though a rough thud from the other side made him look up, and open the door a bit. His gaze immediatly met the end of a gun's barrel. He was ready to faint, as a voice, muffled by the fact that a cigarette still clung between lush lips, carried over to him, quite but sure. "Make a grunt and they can scrap your brains off the walls in a second ..."

Mello couldn't believe his own ears. This man ........something about him gave him shivers. It wasn't fear. It was the kind of feeling you have when you find something you know will bring trouble, something that will probly change your life. Biting his lower lip, he walked closer to thier 'guest', and, the closer he was to him, the weirdest the situation felt.

Interesting.

"I have no interest in your ass. For now", he answered, a bit amused with the other man words. They sounded so... like something he would say. ""But you may want to show me your face, because otherwise I'll have to do it myself and you won't like it".

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((Wow who's stalking Matt?? T___T))