Near's POV
March the 6th. It actually happened.
Mello, my former "Rival" as people saw it, was in the garden playing with Matt, third ranking at our orphanage. Now Mello was one to pick a fight if he was in the mood too, and a good percentage of the time he won them. Or came out better at least.
Today, March the 5th, Mello had decided to be cocky - not really a suprise to me. But Mello...he had taken on one of the largest kids in the orphanage.
I sat there on the grass only meters away...in utter shock. It could even be seen on my normally emotionless face.
Five minutes after the fight had started and Mello was already on the floor with blood running down his face. What? Mello had actually lost a fight...?
Roger rushed over to inspect the damage and Matt was sat by his side smiling sadly and telling the blonde he'd done a good enough job. Stupid Matt. Mello had got himself into a no-win fight and of course, depicted by the title: had lost it. How could he just say he had done a "good enough" job?
Mello was taken to the infirmary, and I followed close by - despite being told by Mello to never follow him. It was creepy for me to do so according to him. I sat at the side of his bed in my normal sitting position, one leg hunched up to my chest and the other hanging down over the side of the chair. Matt was on the opposite side holding his hand. I'm suprised actually...Matt didn't even glare at me for being there.
It got dark quickly and we were sent out of the infirmary and off to dinner.
Mello soon appeared at the table but was complaining to Roger that he was exhausted from earlier and just wanted to go straight to bed and sleep. Even without having his chocolate bar. I, at the time, didn't notice anything strange about this...I didn't even notice his clue. Why was I so stupid Mello...?
The next morning I got up out of bed at 5:30am. The usual as I normally go for a shower this time. You can't have white hair and not shower daily - trust me.
As I was walking down the hall I had an unexplainable urge to go and check Mello's room. There he was. Sound asleep on his bed and without the covers over him. Silly blonde.
I got out of the shower at 6 and went to check on Mello again...normally he would be up be now?
When I got inside his room I stared at him and said his name fairly quietly so I wouldnt wake anyone else. "Mello...?" Nothing. Come on, he can't be that deep of a sleeper...he eats all that chocolate.
I repeated myself a bit louder. "...Mello? Wake up." Still nothing. Well this was strange.
I walked over to the side of his bed and sat down, holding his hand. Why was he so cold?
"Mello, come on...get up." Why wasn't he answering me? I started to panic and shook him slightly.
"Mello, it's not funny anymore, you can get up already." I was starting to raise my voice a bit now, from the shock. I checked his pulse. .
No. You're lying.
"MELLO GET UP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs - probably waking everyone up on the floor. I don't care.
"MELLO PLEASE...WAKE UP. GOD DAMNIT PLEASE!" Tears were slowly starting to form in the corners of my eyes and I didn't bother to wipe them away.
Matt heard my shouts and ran into the room. He saw me at the side of Mello's bed holding his hand and sobbing. What must he have thought?
"...Near? Near! W-What's wrong?!" he stuttered on the last part...I'm sure he had a good idea. I ignored him, continuing to shake Mello to try and get him to wake up.
"Mello, Please! Please wake up! I don't hate you, Mello. I love you!" And so the words finally managed to escape from my mouth. All these years...they had been locked away behind my monotonous voice and emotionless face. I had to wait until now. I had missed my chance...He would never know the truth.
Matt stared at me in shock - both from what I just said and from the realization of the scene. "...Mello? Is he..." The corners of Matt's eyes were welling up. Even the bright orange goggles couldn't hide his tears.
I simply sat there, tightly holding the blonde round the waist and crying into his chest. "He's gone Matt...I never got to tell him."
Matt ran out the room clutching his heart. I don't know which of the two reasons it was because.
Roger came rushing in, wide-eyed from all the screaming caused by me. "Near! What's wrong?!"
I just carried on sobbing and holding Mello. Why did this have to happen. Why to Mello? He didn't do anything to deserve it...
A week has passed since Mello's death...I feel responsible somehow. I've been refusing to eat - i'm just not in the mood, neither is Matt by the looks...he hasn't once touched his gameboy since it happened. And he isn't wearing his goggles...he swore that he wouldn't wear them again now. To be honest I didn't believe him...
"Near! Matt! Breakfast is ready!" God damnit Roger, why can't you see we just don't want to know?
I walk out of my bedroom and down the hall towards Mello's room. I don't know why but I need to.
I open the door and feel a slight breeze pass me as I walk in. "...Near." I recognise that voice...But.
I stare in shock at the person sat down on the bed and feel a single tear roll down my cheek. "...M-Mello...?"
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Cliffhangers~ Okay so this is my first fanfiction, I hope you like it! c: Reviews and comments will be THOROUGHLY appreciated! Next chapter will be out very soon!~ 3
~ xNear
