Author's Note: This is a sequel to Illogical Weakness, but it's not necessary to have read it before hand. Also, yes I know Near and Mello communicated through Halle. Mello's just a liar in this story. One of the lines in Illogical Weakness begged me to write more.

There will probably be one more chapter of this.

'In a matter of moments, Near's protective wall was no more than a pile of ruble surrounding him. Mello's face, still calm, smiled just a little. Near's walls, they were so easily broken.'- Illogical Weakness

Broken Walls

Years pass, children grow, and innocence is lost. Still, in the end, people never change. They remain as weak as they were the day they were born.

xX--Xx

:Near:

Blue eyes glistened in the dark. Near felt a knife against his throat. Still, he couldn't help but smile. It had been such a long time.

His captor growled, unpleased by the albino's happiness. "Any particular reason you're smiling?" he whispered in the dark, pushing the knife harder against snowy flesh, keeping his rival pinned to the wall with his free hand.

Near continued to smile even as his mind told him not to. But logic never can control emotions. Mello was proof of that. And as he continued to hold the knife to Near's neck he only proved that more.

"Why did you come?" Near's joy came out as cocky arrogance when he spoke. It didn't help he still had that demented looking smile on his face.

The blonde glared, eyes full of malice. He hated Near so much, he wanted to slit the boy's throat then and there. But he didn't come to kill the boy today, so he wouldn't. Hopefully.

Near's smile slowly disappeared upon seeing Mello so angry, and slumped, no longer exited or joyful of any sort. He frowned. "What are you doing here?" he said again, this time in his usual monotone.

Mello's glare faded, but he certainly hadn't calmed yet. "I…" why was he here again? Damn Near, if the freak hadn't made him angry he wouldn't have so much trouble answering the question. He shook it off. " I know you've been telling me things through Halle. I came to tell you I don't need your help."

Of course Mello knew this, he was doing the very same thing. Near supposed Mello just didn't want to be the one to admit they were cooperating first. They both knew they were working together, it was just a matter of who would admit it first.

Near's logic left him again as he answered. "I assumed you wanted to know what was going on in the case." Near shrugged, admitting his help. "But you tell me things through Halle as well, so I don't see what the problem is." That was a lie, Near knew exactly what the problem was. It was their dependency on each other.

Mello looked away for a moment, then looked Near in the eye. If looks could kill…

" I will never help you." So cold. That voice, is sounded so painfully truthful…

Near felt something sear inside him as Mello said those empty words. Those words that proved to the whole world that his rival felt nothing, not the slightest bit of humanity, towards him. Those words were far more fatal than the glare.

The blonde stepped back from Near, who seemed to be thinking. The albino's gaze was unfamiliar as it stayed locked with Mello's own. Mello pocketed his knife. His eyes gave nothing away. They were uncaring, angry, as always.

A minute passed, Near shook his head. " I do not need help," Near stated simply. The unfamiliar burning ache in his chest had no meaning, it wasn't as if he needed help. He was number one.

Mello fumed before composing himself as well. Suddenly, he smirked, leaning close to Near.

Number one fell against the wall.

Mello's smile could rival Satan's, sadistic as it was. " Of course you don't." He put a hand under Near's chin, making sure the albino could see his face. "You never need any help Near. I'm sure you'll be able to surpass any difficulties you encounter."

His tone of mocking left, and was filled with one of promise. "Just remember though, when you crumble like your little toy towers, I won't be there to help you." Mello's promise echoed through Near's head, itching at him. It made no sense, like an unsolvable puzzle.

Mello let go of the porcelain genius and gave one last life-shattering smile before turning for the door. "I'm leaving."

Near stared at his back. "Again."

Mello looked down, his tone as empty as he could make it as his emotions tried to take control of his mind. "I'm not coming back this time."

"You always do."

And this was the part where Mello would say 'I hate you, why would I come back?' But today, he said nothing. Simply walked out the door, not once looking back.

xX--Xx

Near stared at his doorway long after Mello had left.

The burning in his chest turned to ice as he felt himself go numb. "Something's not right." Near slid to the ground as the walls seemed to disappear.

He continued to look at the door, his mind somehow still seeming to hope Mello would come back, say something, anything more. Just so that he wouldn't feel so cold. So that Near would know that the blonde would come back another day.

He always came back, so when he strayed from his normal pattern Near knew something had changed.

Something bad had happened.

Renewed waves of fire lit up his skin as his mind realized Mello might've been telling the truth. That Mello might not really be coming back.

Water threatened to spill over colorless cheeks, logic the only thing holding them back. Near gasped, shaking his head frantically.

"He will come back." His lips trembled slightly. "He always does." Firm this time.

A thought of doubt broke through the logic. You know he won't. He meant it this time.

Near closed his eyes as tears slid down his face, no longer held back by thoughts.

His rival. Something about Mello made him interesting, irresistible. Perhaps it was because he was so unpredictable, confusing.

Near craved that confusion, that part of his life that would never become a monopoly. It was usually those days that Mello strayed from his patterns that the albino liked most. Those were the days he could almost feel the blonde's emotions radiating off of him in waves. All the anger and hate, the relief and smugness. Near relished those days.

Today had been different though. Today Mello had been different, but Near hadn't felt any irregular feelings coming from his rival. Maybe that meant he no longer cared that they were opponents in this game. Maybe that meant Mello really wasn't coming back this time.

The waves of dread pulled him under, Near knew he wasn't strong enough to fight back. He never had been good with emotions.

The colorless boy lay curled up on the floor, burning and breaking for unknown reasons, bleeding salty tears.

Only Mello could do this to him, make him shatter. No one else could make him feel so helpless and alone. So useless.

Near was number one in the world, in everyone's eyes. But not Mello's. Not anymore. Now he simply felt like a puddle of mud on the planet. A useless collection of filth that Mello would no longer pay any mind.

And that was all that mattered. How those blue eyes saw him. No one else mattered.

Near clutched his chest, wishing Mello hadn't come in the first place. It would've hurt less if Mello hadn't said anything, hadn't left on any note.

'Just remember though, when you crumble like your little toy towers, I won't be there to help you.'

Heh. Mello always seemed to be right when turmoil was involved.

Near finally looked away from the door, hugging his body tightly. There was no use, waiting for the door to open, Mello had already promised he wouldn't come.

Mello had known he would break over this, he'd known he wasn't coming back this time. Near knew this too as he lay curled up into himself, shaking. Near knew it, he didn't want to believe it. His entire being just wanted to reject the idea, crying and breaking because there was no choice in the matter.

Mello was gone for good.