A cry for help: Chapter 1-the Phone call
"I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill that little albino bastard!" a frustrated blonde yelled through a mouthful of chocolate as he stormed away from the weekly test scores. Once again, Mello was second to Near. But that was the last time he will be able to make me second best, he thought, getting closer and closer to the room in which the other successor resided.
Before he could turn the door handle, a scarlet haired boy, about the same age as Mello, came running after him. "Mello, you do this after every set of results is revealed- it's getting old now." He tried to convince the fuming boy to calm down. Even though it never worked, Matt didn't like to see his two friends fighting (and by that he meant Mello yelling at his opponent while Near continues to play with his toys and trying to explain to Mello why he 'lost').
"Shut up Matt! That little prick will regret this." The almost-fifteen year old said slightly sadistically.
"Mello, we'll all just get in trouble again" Ignoring his best friends pleads, Mello burst through the door, having no difficulty dislodging stacks of dice and mounds of toys, to find a small, pale skinned, white haired boy dressed in pure white pyjamas, building a tower of playing cards.
"Oh, good morning Mello, Matt. How are you?" attempting to delay Mello launching himself at him and knocking his card tower down, Near tried to make the small talk he often observed other residents of Wammy's House doing. Although he had little to no social skills or awareness to social law, Near found that he was able to replicate politeness he had seen in people and use this to gain information with less resistance or, in this case, prolong the time Mello's anger had to reduce and rationality to increase. Then again, Mello would probably have an outburst of shouting if he was stacking dice and minding his own business.
Mello couldn't stand it when Near acted like he didn't know what was going on, pretending that he just came in for a chat. The way he looked at him while he did it, mocking him somehow, made Mello want to pick him up by his throat and strangle the life out of the younger boy. "Quit the crap Near, you're gonna get it this time." Mello walked closer, clenching his fist while Near turned back to his tower and continued to add to it. "You know why I'm here"
"If you are talking about the exam results Mello then yes, I do know why you are here." The boy on the floor mused. If Mello was going to get angry at him Near might as well cause Mello to expel as much of his anger as he possibly could so these outbursts are less frequent. One time he tried to run away and Mello destroyed his toy plane collection. Unlike humans, pieces of wood and plastic do not regenerate and heal on their own.
"Have you seen them?" Mello growled. He was getting ever more irritated by the calmness in Near's face as if they were having a friendly conversation.
"I don't need to. Don't you think the results for the top students follow a certain pattern Mello? That pattern hasn't changed since my second week here. I-" The smaller boy was suddenly cut off by a strong force propelling him across his room, causing him to slide along the floor and hit his head on the corner of the small wooden bookshelf that was provided for every bedroom in the orphanage.
The smaller boy almost slipped into unconsciousness as he felt a sharp throbbing above his left eye and a pain on the back of his head. His vision was only just clear enough to see a terrified looking Mello pause to think about what to do and then run out of the doorway towards his own room. He directed his sight to the stunned redhead in the middle of the room. Near saw him say something, his words drowned out by the ringing in his ears, and run in the direction of the infirmary.
You hit me. Mello, you actually resorted to violence against another human being, a fellow successor. Near was surprised by Mello's abnormal reaction to his words.
Near fought the weight of sleep, pushing on his consciousness. He focussed on the way the cards from his destroyed tower were scattered across the floor, finding the hearts, diamonds, clubs, and spades in an attempt to keep himself awake. Listening to the fading footsteps of Mello and Matt, the darkness engulfed Near's vision and mind as the boy's pure white hair was slowly stained red.
Meanwhile, in Roger's office, a phone started to ring.
AN: Hello and welcome to my very first FanFiction story. I've never written FanFiction really before. I do plan to update this semi-regularly. Probably one chapter about this length every three to four weeks but I'm not promising anything. Please don't kill me if this doesn't turn out very good because this will be an experimental thingy. Also, I do not know every intricate detail about Death Note; don't sue me if I get something wrong.
Until next time my few readers. Lollylion out.