A – Addicted
Everything about him sucks you in. It's easy to get addicted to his albino skin and hair, all as soft and cold and colorless as snow. You want to get away from him, because he's dangerous in his own childish way, and yet you can't. You get caught up in his slow movements and silky voice and blank stares, hoping that you'll catch a hint of emotion that no one else can. He's a lot like L, and yet so much more addicting. Anyone could like L. But almost everyone could love Near.
His chosen name is ironic to me. It's like you want him near you, but you know you can't. Any addiction is impossible to break, and he knows that. Near knows that I can't leave him alone, no matter how hard I try to drift apart from him and distract my mind. I took a liking to milk and dark chocolate to avoid thinking of him, and his skin and mouth so similar to white chocolate. White chocolate is deadly, one of the most addicting things in the world. You can get high or sick (or both) off of it, and Near is aware of this. He can feel my addiction to him, and he uses it against me.
Somehow, this makes him all the more alluring.
The fact that he's as clever as I am and quicker than I am with his problem-solving skills adds to the effect. I become more addicted, all because competing with him is as addicting as he is. I get a rush when I find a new clue, stumble across more evidence, or figure something out. Usually he has one or all of these things before me, but that's half the fun; it would be a shame if I was actually better than him. If I was, then there would be competition, you see?
We go around and around in circles, Near and I, and I enjoy every second of it. I like it best when we indulge in the bitter, twisted passion of both fierce abuse on my part and defiance on his. It can be any sort of abuse, like victory over failing, verbal words that hurt worse than a hundred bee stings, or even as far as a slap in the face or tug on hair.
Violent.
Balanced.
Extreme.
Deep.
We're polar opposites. I'm rough; he's soft. I'm tactless; he has everything planned. I take things to the nth degree; he tries to level each encounter and occurrence fairly. Our rivalry runs deeper than out blood, and yet our love runs deeper still. I do love him, in a sick way, and he does love me, in his own nonchalant way.
He wants us closer; I try to pry us apart. Throughout this repeating cycle, I catch myself obsessing over him, which leads me right back to him (like he wants), in the end.
I used to think the word 'addicted to' made you an addict. I used to think that only fools took up an addiction. And even though I try to feed mine with chocolate instead of Near, it doesn't seem to work.
A/N: So I made a poll not too long ago. It had the title, 'If I do an alphabet-themed collection of drabbles, what pairing/category should I do it for?' There were 52 choices, but only about seven were picked. Getting restless and bored, I cut it off and chose four out of those seven. Oddly, all the choices we either vague or gay, so the four I picked out were MelloXNear (Death Note gayness), AllenXLavi (D. Gray-Man gayness), NaruGaa (Naruto gayness), and SatoDai (D. N. Angel gayness).
I already picked out what each letter will be for all of the pairings, which makes 104 planned drabbles that I have to write. No pressure, eh?