A/N: Hello, everyone! I have a new story for all of you! YAY~! :)
I've had this idea for a long while, and all I needed to do was plan it out. I really hope you like it~ (:
REVIEW! ...please :3
"Vroom!"
Near was sprawled out on the floor, endless amounts of toys surrounding him, encasing him in a whole new world: his own world. His own world, where there's emotion, where there's no Kira or criminals, and where L never dies. Yes, wouldn't that be the perfect world?
He pushed toy cars down ramps and raced them across the many square feet of slick flooring, predicting which one would most likely win and cross the finish line first.
Moments later, Near heard the doors slide open and footsteps rush into the room, pounding on the opaque flooring. He didn't need to look over his shoulder to see who it was, because it was pretty easy to assume that it was Commander Rester.
Rester stopped a few feet behind the albino and his toy-filled world, momentarily placing his hands on his knees and bending over to catch his breath.
"Near," he began, gulping down one last breath of air before continuing, "I have news."
"Good or bad?" Near asked in his usual expressionless tone. He was currently engaging two robots in a very amusing, very unnecessary wrestling match; he liked to keep himself entertained during the investigation. No one seemed to mind anyway.
Rester paused for a moment. "It depends."
It depends.
It depends?
This time, Near stopped what he was doing and peeked over his shoulder at the commander. He didn't ask why it depended all of a sudden. He didn't say anything. He just waited in silence for him to continue.
"Ah, right!" Rester cleared his throat and stood up straighter, taller. At first he didn't know how to announce it, so he just decided to let it tumble out of his mouth any way it liked.
"Near, Mello's dead."
Clank.
Near let hands go limp and the toys he was holding plummeted to the floor, banging around for a few seconds before stopping altogether. Near cast his eyes down, and let his mind wander to a certain area of time back at Wammy's House...
"Near, you brat!"
Near looked up from his toys he was playing with on the blacktop outside Wammy's doors. He saw a certain hot-headed blonde storming right up to him. Near didn't try to run, he just sat there looking with plain coal-colored eyes.
Mello reached him and grabbed the collar of his white pyjama shirt, lifting him up with surprising strength and staring right into those emotionless eyes. This time, Near cringed. His feet dangled inches above the pavement.
"First again!" Mello screamed at him. "Always first, huh? No matter how hard I try! I try and try and try, but you, you stupid brat, always have to beat me!"
Orphans began to gather around, giving a little shriek and scuttling away when Mello gave them all an angry snarl.
"I study all night every night, and all those nights my eyeballs feel like they're going to drop out of their sockets because of you. Being second kills. I hate being second to you. But one day you're going to regret it. I will beat you one day, and you will be on your knees begging for my mercy."
Near didn't know why Mello was so worked up. He'd always been second to Near, and today was the day he'd decided to snap? Had he finally had enough?
Mello threw him to the ground. Near gave a tiny squeal of pain when he landed on top of his toys. He gazed up at Mello, who had his teeth bared and his eyes burned pure hatred. Near had to fight the urge to look away.
"I hate you so much!" the blonde hissed. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you..." He screamed that over his shoulder as he stomped away.
Near gathered himself and rubbed his back. He picked up his toys and placed them back on the blacktop, making sure they were standing straight. He sighed quietly. He didn't want to be hated by Mello. And even though he was, and was constantly picked on by him, he still thought of Mello as a friend. But he also knew Mello didn't feel the same. And it constantly killed him inside, tearing his heart to pieces. That's why he was always emotionless and kept to himself. And his heart continued to break and shatter when he thought of Mello as more than a friend...
Near shook the flashback away, making sure all of it was out of his mind, no bits of it lingering. The feelings then hit him, the feelings where his heart was breaking and how he thought of Mello as more than a friend... More than a friend... Could he afford to think that way?
Mello is dead.
Mello is dead.
Mello is dead.
Near stayed silent. Before he could stop them, the thoughts and images came rushing into his mind. Images of silky-soft, golden locks, eyes that flickered like blue fire, a smile that seemed like it was sent down by heaven...
Although Mello never smiled. Never smiled around Near, anyway. Near's always seen him smile and snicker and laugh around Matt. What great friends they were. Sticking together like the brothers they wanted to be. Near knew he never had a chance.
He held up one of his finger puppets, staring at it with eyes that were filling with remorse. The finger puppet was Mello, with the angelic blonde hair, sapphire eyes, a determined smile and a large scar that stretched down the left portion of his face.
Near swallowed, almost choking on the despairing feeling that came after. "How did it happen?" Near asked, still managing to keep himself under control and still gazing at the finger puppet. He held up the finger puppet of his own self, pressing the two puppets together. He sighed.
"We don't know for sure," Rester explained. "but it seemed like he died while driving the truck he kidnapped Takada in. He drove it into a building and it suddenly set fire. Takada died as well, and the police went to check out the scene and found a body that was badly burned. The other, in the back of the truck, completely disinigrated. He could've died from the fire, but... the flames didn't quite get to him. I feel like there's more to his death, but I can't quite put my finger on it..."
"And Matt?"
Rester blinked before answering, "He was shot and killed by Takada's bodyguards, who are Kira worshippers."
Near merely nodded once. His eyes were staring at the floor. "Thank you for the information."
Mello...
Near blinked back tears that were prodding at him to let them flow down his pale cheeks. He just couldn't believe Mello was gone. Dead. Dead and gone.
I'm not sure what to do anymore...
He brushed the Mello puppet against his lips.
You will surely be missed...
A/N: Do you like it so far? Is it good? Is it bad? In between? Alright? Meh? Suckish? Anything? Review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome.
I'll try to update as frequently as I can.
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