"...Mail!" Mihael called- sounding furious. "Mail, what did you give him!?"

"Mello knows Matt's name!?" Nate shrieked in horror. "Don't shout it so loud-!"

"What the hell!?" Mail came in. "Nate, I have the coffee."

He came over and brought a hot cup to the ivory-haired boy.

"Drink, hurry!" He pleaded.

"I don't drink coffee," Nate informed, eying Mail. He was still tense and looked extremely freaked out. "Matt knows that!"

He peered into the steaming cup, frowning.

"And I'm allergic to dairy," He commented, slowly. "There is cream in there... Matt, what is going on? Why are Mello and Matt acting so strange? Where am I?"

"He called me Mello again." Mihael frowned before he grabbed Mail- shaking his roughly and making the redhead spill the hot beverage. "What did you do!?"

"Stop!" Nate snapped, getting up and looking as if he would jump in, but holding back for some reason. "This isn't Matt's fault! He hasn't done anything to me!"

"Then what's this shit about calling me Mello and him Matt!?" Mello burst. "Or that you don't drink coffee!? You're acting weird!"

"Mello is the one acting weird!" Nate cried. "Mello knows I don't drink coffee!"

He winced a bit as he moved and the light from the kitchen hit his eyes.

"Where are my contacts?" He breathed. "I was wearing them!"

"You mean the ones that color you eyes?" Mail frowned. "You took them out after the shoot and left them with wardrobe."

"Shooting!?" Nate looked alarmed, turning toward Mail. "Who was shooting!? Was anyone hurt!?"

Mail and Mihael both looked at each other before looking back at Nate.

"...Case and point." Mihael sighed.

"If this is a trick Mello and Matt are playing, it isn't funny," Nate snapped, his eyes narrow. "Matt said to meet him in that closet, but he didn't show up! And then I tripped and hit my head... where are we anyways? And how did Mello and Matt find out my real name!?"

"...Oh my God!" Mail burst and pointed at Nate. "He thinks he's Near!"

A short silence followed these words before Nate snorted. "Of course I do. I am Near. It's no wonder Matt is third best..."

"Holy shit you're right, he does." Mihael blinked- looking worried. "And he thinks we're Mello and Matt."

"Who else would Mello and Matt be!?" 'Nate' snapped, glaring at them.