A/N Yay my first fanfiction that I've actually typed up! I have them all written up in one of my two notebooks, some unfinished. Well this one is about Mello and Near (mainly Mello) Near doesn't do much. I don't think he even talks in this. Having typed this up it looks really short. T_T
Anyway enjoy!
2000, Aug 1st, 23:35
"Part of the uniform for girls is skirts you know? Why are you wearing shorts?" Teased one of the boys from the year above.
"Because I'm not a girl!" I shouted back
"Then do something about your girly hair and cat more like a boy."
"I…um," Need to think of a comeback! Why isn't anyone standing up for me? Why do they hate me, tease me on any fault they find? Call me a teacher's pet just because I'm smart? I hate this school so much!
"I'll….I'll tell the teacher on you!" Lame!
"Oooh, the teacher's pet scares me so much! We're going to get a detention." Said a girl with long brown hair tied back, sarcastically.
"You soo need to think of better comebacks if you ever want to try and stand up to us," Sneered her friend, a tall girl with short curly blond hair. That was unfortunately true. All of my last comebacks made me look even worse.
This goes on for the whole day, picking on me whenever they can. And at the end of the day the two girls stop me at the gate with a crowd gathering to see what will happen.
"You look so desperate to go home," One said in a teasingly sweet voice.
"Yeah! You going to cry home to your mum!" The brown haired girl laughed.
"Oh! She's sorry! We forgot you don't have any parents, forgive us Mello."
That was it! I pushed past them, running out the school gates as fast as I could…
1998
"Hay Near, can you finish my homework, I'm too tired?"
"He shuts himself up so much I don't think he can even hear you"
"He can hear me. Just doesn't like talking. Let's see if I can make him." The boy kicked over the perfect card tower Near had just made. But the white boy just looked up and stared, without a word.
"Don't bother with him. Near's such a loner I bet he plays chess with himself," Said a black dressed, blond haired boy standing by the door, as he took a bite out of a chocolate bar.
2000, Aug 2nd, morning
Mello writ on an old ace of diamonds card and threw it across the room where a small white haired boy picked it up.
'Sorry'
"The game's on. I'll play fair but prepare to lose," Mello said before leaving the room.
'Look at your life. See what your own moral is. Everyone can learn a lesson, no matter who you are, even me.'
_A/N I hope you liked it! By the way if you don't get the layout I'll explain. The fist section is Mello's DREAM, go look at the time I put. The second part was a flashback. And the last part the day after Mello had the dream. Review?