Mello sat on the wooden chair, nibbling on a bar of chocolate, staring hatefully at the white haired boy on the floor, carefully putting jigsaw pieces into their places.
"You know why your in here.." the boy muttered,
"Yeah, and it's your fault." Mello replied.
"It's not my fault you thought Cain stole your chocolate, so you beat him up.." the boy said, not looking at the older boy once.
"Near, shut up." Mello grunted, turning to the left in his seat.
Finally, Roger walked in, after taking care of the boy called Cain's bleeding nose.
"Mello, your in here for two reasons: You know the first, and secondly.." Roger began,
"I didn't steal your wallet, Roger!" Mello hissed, standing up and facing the old man.
"I know, I know," Roger nodded, "But, I want you to get on with Near more."
Mello's mouth hung open. As his head slowly turned around to look at the white haired boy, his eye twitched.
"The two top students in Wammy's House should get along. You'll be in here at lunch every day for a week with Near. That is all." Roger smiled, turning to walk out of the room.
"Oh and Mello," Roger said, "Try to behave."
"Hmph." the blonde haired male sat down on the same wooden seat, staring thoughtfully at Near.
A few minutes passed before Near lifted his head to face Mello, "Where's the last piece?" the boy asked, putting out his pale hand.
Mello shrugged, smiling contently.
"Fine," Near muttered, standing up and going over to the large wooden cabinet in the corner. He rustled around for a while, but finally walked back to where he was sitting.
"Thanks." Near said, showing Mello the spare jigsaw piece.
Mello's eye twitched again as he stood up, swiped the piece from the younger boy's hand and forcefully threw it at the window.
"The window's not open, Mello." Near said in the same monotone voice, walking over and picking up the piece.
"Damn it." Mello muttered, sitting down again.
Near gracefully put the piece in it's place, and then put the puzzle back in it's box, and finally, back in it's little space in the cabinet.
"So," Near began, sitting down on the exact space on the floor again, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Nothing." Mello grunted, biting a chunk out of his chocolate bar.
"Why don't you like anyone here at Wammy's, Mello?" Near asked.
"Because," the blonde said, "Your all stuck up and think your perfect."
"Maybe you're the stuck up one, Mello. Maybe you think your perfect and everyone else isn't.."
"I don't want to talk about this!" Mello shouted.
"No need to shout.." Near replied.
"So, why don't you have any friends, Nate?" Mello asked, grinning.
"Don't call me Nate, Mihael." Near warned him.
Mello breathed deeply through his nose, his eye twitching more than it ever has before, "Answer the question," he managed to say through his teeth,
"My purpose in this world is to take over L's position once heā¦passes. L never needed friends in his life, so why should I?"
"Whatever." Mello sighed, "What do you do for fun in here?"
"Puzzles?" Near suggested, twisting a lock of his white hair on his finger.
"Let's see what you got, then.." Mello rolled his eyes, walking over to the huge cabinet.
Mello stood behind Near, looking at the mountains of puzzles, games and toys.
"So what ty--" Near began, turning around. Shockingly, the boy never noticed Mello was behind him and accidentally bumped into him.
Mello suddenly reached out and grabbed Near behind the back, and his right hand, preventing him from hitting his head of the cabinet.
"S-Sorry.." Near smiled, blushing.
Mello's eyes widened. Never has he seen this boy express any emotion, never mind blush in front of him!
"S'okay.." Mello muttered, letting go of him whenever Near was able to stand up straight.
"B-Be right back.." Near said, grabbing a hold of a lock of his hair, heading for the door.
Mello sat back down on his chair, pulling out another bar of chocolate, "What a weird kid.." he muttered, opening the wrapper and biting into the chocolate.
