My first Death Note fic... This will be greatly entertaining. :P Very much so, in fact, that you will fave me and all of my stories for life. -subliminal messages-
Also, for those of you who are awaiting the next chapter of The Empty Cage, forgive me, but my Death Note obsession has overcome my Ouran addiction. --;; I'm half finished with the chapter, but don't expect it anytime soon. Thank you for your patience.
All reviews will be answered at the end of each respective chapter. Please enjoy. :)
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Wulfi does not own Death Note. If she did, well, it would probably be the same storyline, but better. :D
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Revisit the Issue at Hand
By Wulfi-chan
Full summary: Emotion has always been a distant companion to Near. When death by water seems eminent, an unexpected hero leaps into action. Near is left shivering and helpless. Will Mello take this opportunity to bite the apple? Or will the snake's venom not be enough to coax out what feelings Near has buried within his subconscious? Though poison has a tendency to either be quick or sluggish, its outcome should be constant; the victim will become drunk under this spell. Love, hatred, bewilderment, and so on could arise. Expect the unexpected, for results are subject to change...
Pairing: MelloNear, with slight hints of MelloMatt.
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Prologue: Recollection
He was cold.
The air around him nipped at every possible patch of exposed skin on his trembling, ghastly pale body. A white, damp towel clung for life to his shoulders as his teeth lightly chattered together out of human habit when one was chilled to the bone. He hugged the cloth around his frail body as his once moonlight-colored hair dripped on all sides of his face. The thick hair was now a deep silvery color, thick with lake water, and the waves of hair had become kinked and formed into tight curls in some places. His deep eyes had begun to slowly return to their usual state; the pupils covered most of the irises from lack of sunlight for the most part. Bits of ice blue could be seen in his eyes, but one would not be able to notice that from a distance.
His tender, no longer virgin lips quivered ever so slightly as he seemed lost in thought, mind leaving the body behind as it recollected on the days events and certain outcomes that could have been predicted, as well as avoided.
Sitting on his bed with nothing more than dour powder blue boxer briefs and a moist towel around his body, he was prime material for a vicious cold. Why did they turn the air conditioning up so high in the orphanage, anyway? Understandable that the separate heat from each individual could prove troublesome in the summer weather if an assembly occurred, but his floor was so damn cold... The thin layer of liquid and innumerable droplets were also culprits in this chilling crime.
Despite these given conditions, he thought not of snaking his way under his covers. Instead, he remained in a sitting position with his fair legs cast over the edge of the bed. His head drooped as his train of thought arrived at its favored destination; one hour and fifteen minutes ago...
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There were people who thrived on the sunlight and others who feared it. Somewhere caught in between, there were those who longed for it, but couldn't have those beautiful rays of warmth no matter how much they craved them. Life is full of joys and possesses handfuls of hurt, but it is not without its teases.
Near placed a hand on a front window in the common room which looked out into the open yard and gates of the Wammy House. The children were being loaded onto four different busses, yet he was to remain inside and absent from this event. As his hand glided softly down the glass, he softly sniffled. No, he was not crying; not in the least would he shed a tear for missing out on a social expedition. He was recovering from a cold he had most likely received from some ratty girl who kept pestering him last week. If memory served him dutifully at that moment, he believed the girl was Linda yet again, though he kept his dark eyes focused on his beloved puzzle and hardly paid any mind to her at all.
It had been three days since he had recovered. Why on earth couldn't he go? He'd never been to a lake before and if what he read from various documents was indeed true, the environment would be something to savor. Pausing to think, his eyes drifting off from the window a tad, he came to the conclusion that the chances of a relapse were quite slim. 92.5 percent told him to go without fear of falling ill again. The remaining 7.5 percent told him to forget about the others and rest for one more day.
And so it was decided.
He rushed upstairs and slipped on his sneakers, then proceeded back to the ground floor in a hurry as well. He threw open the right front door and ran out, ignoring the various stares and murmuring from his fellow orphans. The 13-year-old scampered up to Roger, who was helping the younger children board as well as discussing matters with the driver for the front bus, and tugged childishly on the sleeve of his beige suit. Roger looked down with all expectations set on finding another youngster, but found the teenager instead.
"Near? Why are you outside right now? The sun is awfully harsh today, so this must be important." His tone was one of authority, yet at the same time, it was lightly glazed with concern. Near gave him one of his signature blank looks, only this time, determination burned in the back of his shrinking pupils.
"Roger, I request permission to join the others." His monotone was laced with the same emotion that flared in the depths of his eyes. The addressed sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. After a short pause, he replied.
"Another day of rest surely would do you good."
"So would fresh air."
The elder looked down at the albino boy, contemplating. "Very well, but stay in the shade. The August sun is rather harsh today, so put on some sunscreen as well."
Near flashed a small smile at him and nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Roger." And with that, he boarded the second bus.
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T'is all for the prologue. I might post the next chapter if I get the chance tonight. I'm headed for Reno, Nevada tomorrow morning to visit Dad and my older sister. If I had a laptop, I'd write more, but alas...
I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this. I enjoyed writing it. :) Please review!! All flames will be used to burn your houses down (mwahaha)! Critics allowed, as long as your comments are constructive.
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