Every Wammy's Boys fanfiction I have found w/ Mello and Near in it has focused on how much they hate each other. I set out to change this. I do not disagree that the two boys do not get along. In fact, it is obvious that they dislike each other very much. This seems to be centered around Mello being jealous that Near is ahead of him and acting mean to him, which of course gives Near reason to dislike Mello right back. But they are still "brothers" through Wammy's and they grew up together- so here it is. My story. Hope you like it.
Oh yea, I do realize that in the anime L is supposed to be 25, but I never placed him as 25. In my mind he was always 19 (haha). So, for this purposes, since I imagined him as 19 in the anime, that means that two years prior to this he was 17. I don't know yet if L will be appearing in this fanfiction, but if he does, he's 17.
Near is 11, Mello is 12, Matt(if he appears, idk) is 12.
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Near was walking down the road back to Wammy's House. He'd spent the last few hours at the library absorbing information like a sponge. He had a back pack on his back filled with books he planned to study at home. It wouldn't be long before he'd have to go to the library again.
Mello and Matt were on their way to the corner store. Mello had a few dollars and was craving chocolate. Matt was simply dragged along with his friend, never once pausing his Super Mario game.
Near had a book open in front of him and was reading as he walked down the street. He came to an ally, that if he took it, would take him straight back to Wammy's. Even though Roger had always advised them to avoid ally ways for their own safety, Near didn't see the harm in cutting a simple corner. It would make his trip a lot shorter. Near paused in front of the ally, considering this. What could happen in the minute it took him to travel through the ally? He shrugged, considering it safe, and changed his route.
With his nose in his book, Near didn't see when a few older boys from the nearby neighborhood stepped out from behind a dumpster. He didn't see them until it was too late.
The boys were about fourteen, maybe fifteen years old. They knew about the "freak show" kids that lived at Wammy's, and figured Near was one of them. Who else would walk down the street reading a book bigger than themselves? Had to be a Wammy's nerd.
Near looked curiosly at the older boy- who was much taller than he was, as he plucked the book out of Nears hands.
"Can I help you?" Near asked calmly, keeping his large, gray eyes transfixed on the boys.
The teens burst out laughing. The one through Near's book across the ally. It splattered in the mud. Near looked sadly down at it, wondering how to explain the damage.
"You're one of those Wammy kids, ain't ya?" the one sneered. Near sighed at his bad grammar and nodded.
"You're one of them genius kids then!" the other exclaimed. Near stared at him silently for a moment, then tried to walk around them, going to retreave his book. The two boys, much taller than Near, blocked his way.
"You ain't going anywhere," the one kid said. Soon they ripped Near's back pack off of him. One began to savagely dump everything out of it and kick the books around, while the other attacked Near.
He pinned Near to the wall of the ally and started pounding on him. Near didn't scream, but he tried to fight back. It didn't go very well. Besides the fact that the older boy was much bigger than little Near, Near had to admit he'd never been a great fighter. That was one thing he knew Mello would be able to beat him at (though Near would never say so outloud).
Near struggled to escape the boy's grasp. If he could just get out of this damned ally, he thought. If he could just make it to the road in front of Wammy's, he might be able to scream for help. Maybe L would hear him and come save him. Near made a point of never screaming though, not until the other boy got sick of beating up Near's back pack and started helping his buddy.
Near could practically feel his stomach bleeding. While one boy held back Near's arms, the other beat him silly. It hadn't been so bad when he could block, but now he was completely helpless. Near started to cry. Warm, salty tears traveled down his cheeks as he called out in pain. He gave it three more hits before he threw up.
"Oh, he's crying! Cry to your dead mommy, boy!" one boy screamed at Near, who was crumpling in his captor's arms.
Mello stopped short causing Matt to run straight into his back. The red head cursed and the game over music could be heard from his gameboy, meaning Mario had just died again. Mello couldn't help but staring down the ally way, where he saw something he'd never expected. He saw two boys, a few years older than himself, beating the life out of Near. Mello smirked inwardly. What had the little freak done to tick those guys off?
His smirk soon faded, and Mello found himself feeling confused. Mello felt a bit hurt, and this weird feeling crept into his stomach. He was supposed to be happy to see some one beating up his arch rival! But for some reason, he felt bad, like he should do something. That's crazy! Mello told himself. Let them do it! But that doesn't explain why Mello found himself running down the ally and throwing a rock at the one boy's head as hard as he could.
Mello felt anger growing in him as he heard what the idiots were saying about Wammy's. A few comments about being orphans and freaks made Mello want to rip out their throats. He cursed himself as his first rock flew over all of their heads. He picked up another and chucked it as hard as he could. It hit the boy who was punching Near right in the back of the head.
The teenager whizzed around and glared at Mello. He screamed, "You want some of this! Get lost!"
By this time Matt had caught up with Mello, and was looking at the scene in front of him confused. Near hung limply in the boy's hold, barely conscious. He had a black eye, his nose was bleeding, and he looked ready to throw up and die.
"Let him go!" Mello screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Oh look, another little kid wants to play!" One of the boys cheered in mock friendliness.
"You from Wammy's too, kid?" one boy sneered.
"None of your business where I'm from!" hissed Mello.
"Didn't know that place had gays too!" That insult really hit home with Mello. People could make fun of him for being a genius, for being an orphan, even for being second best to Near, but call him a gay and insult his style and bitch, you're going down.
Mello was fast as he landed a punch straight across idiot number one's face. He kneed him quickly in the groin (of course Mello fights dirty xD) and sent him down in a few more hits. Near was able to rip free of the other kid's hold and looked ready to try and fight, but Mello knocked him on his butt with a silent order to "stay down you idiot!"
Mello started fighting with the kid who'd held Near. He punctuated hits with insults and battle cries.
"You lousy peice of shit!" "Leave Wammy's kids alone!" "Take that bitch!" Mello found a beatle's song creep into his head and decided to have some fun with a battle cry. "I am the walrus!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
It was a full fight as Matt joined in to fight the boy who Mello had kicked in the balls. He'd managed to compose himself and stood, looking for revenge. Matt wasn't about to let anybody attack his best friend. He fought fiercely, like on of the characters in his more violent games.
The fight didn't last long though, as somebody cut in. A raven haired boy- also from Wammy's, who was a few years older than any of the boys there grabbed both Matt and Mello by the back of their shirts and pulled them back, out of reach.
"Hey!" one of the hooligans protested.
"This isn't your fight freak! Go mind your own business!" the other yelled.
"Oh but it is my business," L said calmly. "You were just fighting with my little brothers. I would like it if you could please just leave now, so I can take them home. There has been enough trouble already."
"Hell no!" one screamed.
"So you're a Wammy's freak too, huh!"
"There is a ninety nine percent chance that one of you will feel quite nauseous if you don't leave in the next five seconds," L stated simply.
"Bring it!" one kid screamed. Mello and Matt sat back calmly, knowing better than to do anything with L standing right there. Near was leaning against the wall, studying his bloody hands sadly and looking close to vomiting.
Kid number one charged at L with a fist, and L retaliated with a powerful kick right to the boy's stomach. The boy flew across the ally and landed a good place away from L. He got to his knees, held his stomach, and threw up. L smirked. He'd warned him- 99%.
The other kid looked wide eyed at L. L raised an eyebrow as if to ask "you need to be kicked to, or you just gonna leave?" The kid took off running. He grabbed his friend and hauled him to his feet, and the two stumbled away together. L sighed and turned back to his brothers.
Mello expected L to be angry. He expected to be screamed at. He hunched his shoulders slightly and hid his eyes behind his blonde bangs. He gasped in shock as the raven headed boy grabbed him and Matt in a quick bear hug.
He let them go, and Mello looked at him- confused.
"I never expected to see you fighting for Near," L said. Then he looked, a bit sadly, down the ally way. "Could you boys please help gather those books?" L guestured to Near's library books, which had been dropped and kicked and trampled, and to his back pack which had gone through the same.
Mello sighed, feeling he'd done enough for the white haired freak today, but did as L asked anyways. Matt lugged the back pack home while L carried Near on his back and Mello walked behind them all a bit slowly.
Mello felt confused about what he'd just done. He hated Near, with a passion. Near was a know it all, goody two shoes who always had to be better than Mello at everything. He seemed certain that he was the best, even though all he ever seemed to do was play with his stupid toys. Besides that, Near never got in trouble, where as Mello always did. Mello was skilled at getting his butt beat. He'd probably set a Wammy house record.
But still, Mello had trouble understanding how he'd felt when he threw the rocks, when he pushed Near down and jumped in to fight. He'd felt protective, as if he was the only one who could make fun of Near and hit him. He felt mad that anyone would dare attack someone like that. He was also fueled with anger over the insults they were throwing. Mello decided that as soon as he saw the boys, he hated them even more than he hated Near, which was why he fought. He may despise Near, but they were brothers. They shared a room and a history at Wammy's. That apparently counted for something.
L carried Near to the boy's room and tucked him into bed. He then went to get Roger, so the older man could take a look at Near and help fix him up. Mello and Matt retired quietly to the living room. Matt lost himself in another video game.
"You wanna play, Mello?" Matt asked, offering a controller. For the first time in a while, Mello agreed, even though he knew he should be studying. He still wanted to beat Near, after all. But Mello agreed and played along. He reached to his pocket for a chocolate bar, and when he didn't find one, remembered he'd never made it to the store.
"Dammnit, Near," he cursed under his breath (since L was sitting at a computer just a few feet away). Mello added this insident to his list of reasons to be mad at Near, and found it hard to keep focused on the game without chocolate to distract his mouth.
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Whatcha think? Review and rate... please? This was just an idea for the Wammy boys that popped into my head and floated around before I released it through my fingers and keyboard. I thought it was pretty good, but that's up to you to decide. I'll be publishing more about death note, I just know it. And atleast one more story (in progress) featuring Mello, Near, and Matt.
Any advice on the characters would be greatly appreciated, since I don't know those three very well.