"You're Number One to me. Isn't that good enough?"

This wasn't some Beauty and the Beast fairytale. Mello didn't fall in love with the redhead, and the redhead wasn't trying to warm the blonde's heart. In fact, the blonde never even learned the redhead's name, but... he was special.

Imagine that your next breath is your last. Imagine that your next move could save your life, or end another. Don't lose focus. And don't trust anyone. There are no friends here, and allies are only temporary.

Because, of all the things I could have said, nothing could have been more satisfying than the fact that you need me. -ONESHOT. Matt's POV. [Rated for Language.]

Never the perfect son or student or brother, Raphael does the unthinkable. Away from the lair and into an allegiance with Shredder, honor is replaced by his pronounced desire for validation. [HIATUS? DISCONTINUED?]

Sometimes, love is displayed by moral execution. Brutality becomes a mask; the goggles are merely a security factor to strengthen his resolve. [GORE-PRONE MATT-CENTRIC!]

They'd been a dynamic duo for as long as they'd known each other, always helping each other with whatever was needed. But now, only Mello can do the helping. He'll take Matt's trembling hands and remind him how to live. [RATED FOR SUBJECT SENSITIVITY AND LANGUAGE]

Mello and Matt, co-workers who hardly see eye to eye, find themselves stranded on a deserted island. Survival skills and hijinks abound.

Matt is a creature enthralled and empowered by mortal Sin, and Mello is a temptation he can't avoid. -Matt's POV