Mello stood outside a hotel with his sunglasses on and his red leather jacket on, the snow fell around him collecting at his feet for he had been there for a while. His hood pulled up and his leather gloved hands with a chocolate bar hanging from his mouth. He took a bite and walked into the hotel. The hotel was huge and very tall, he didn't know how many stories nor did he care, he was called here for a mission. It was to catch a killer, not Kira… Kira was missing no one knew where he went or who he was.
But this is a different story.
They called him the Executioner. The press and the public did, at least. He stripped his victims, forced them to their knees and shackled their wrists to their ankles. He made them bend forward, resting their forehead on some type of podest - a small stool, a stack of books, a stone, whatever he could find. He tortured them, carving up their skin and using a hot marking iron to brand a roman number into the back of their necks. When he was finished, he beheaded them, earning him the title of 'Executioner'. Twelve young girls and boys, all of them still in their teens and with similar appearance, had fallen victim to his insanity until he had finally been caught and put to justice.
That had been two years ago. The very day after he had committed suicide in prison, a 13th victim died in exactly the same manner as the Executioner used to kill. Three more followed in the week after, and soon word spread of a copy-cat killer having taken up the Executioner's mantle - the odd thing about the killings was the lack of evidence. No fingerprints. No hair left at the scene. No signs of forceful entrance. No witnesses. In fact, two of the murders had occurred in locked rooms, with no sign of an intruder having been present. The police was stumped. There were no leads. It was as if the victims had been completely alone when they died.
{Yes a little spin off of LA BB murder case}
Mello walked up to the front desk with his sunglasses and hood still up, the killer could be anywhere and he couldn't get caught. "I am here for the case." He told the man standing behind the counter and he just nodded and handed him a room key. "Enjoy your stay." The man said and Mello turned to walk off but he stopped and saw something white.
It was him, Near why was he here? This case wasn't with the Wammys House, or was it maybe they were testing Mello. He had to be on top again, he could beat Near he knew he could the kid was a few years younger than him. Near looked down at the ground while walking staying UN noticed and Mello just stood where he was. "Mello." Near voice said in monotone tone and Mello didn't response he just headed from the elevators. But they were all at the top so Near caught up with him in no rush with his body guards with him protecting him.
Mello stepped into it and so did Near, thou a bunch of others stepped into the close space and Mello and Near were pushed to the back on different sides. Mello looked over at Near who was twirling his hair now staring at the ground looking a bit nervous and wanting to get out. Mello found this amusing and could use this against him and get back to being number one. He hated Near, and he always made it seem it was because of him stealing his number one spot. No, it was the fact that he did indeed still it but that Mello let himself get so caught up in Near that his worked spilled. He was in love with Near, but he would never tell him that or so it. He hated him for making Mello love him, and he wanted Near to fall in love with him so that he would know how it felt and he could take his rightful spot back as number one.
But he knew that may never happen, but with now Near working on this mission as well he could try and get him to love him, he could get him alone and just do things to him and get what he wanted from Near and get him hooked on Mello. He didn't see why the other didn't love him in the first place he was one of the most social able Wammys kids and hottest for sure so why didn't Near like him? He wasn't looking at girls might as well look at the guys in the Wammy house.
The people started to come out of the small space on different floors and saw Near relaxing more and more, until they were alone. "Where are your body guards?" Mello asked looking forward his mirror glasses staring forward hiding his eyes if the other looked his way. "There is no need for them, not when I will be in this hotel all the time." Near said monotony not twirling his hair anymore. The doors opened and it was the top floor and they both walked down the hallway thou Mello ahead by a few steps, he took out his key and slide it in the door way. He opened the door and walked in. A young girl greeted him and he smirked at her looking her up and down knowing he could use her for some fun times if needed. She took Mello's coat for the room was warm and a good comfort of course of Near. Near walked into the room and didn't need to take anything off but his shoes he had to wear when going outside other than that he wore socks. Mello looked over the room and the girl waiting for a command.