A/N: First Death Note fanfic, and yes I know it's not very good or up to par:( It's just, the idea came to me so I wrote it. Please don't flame.
Near's Favorite Color
It wasn't white, never white. Near hated white. It had no passion, no purpose that came with being a color.
But pink, like the color of people's cheeks… he didn't like that color much either. He couldn't create that color himself, and therefore hated seeing it on others.
Black… that was a color he liked. Of course, underneath the black there was always golden skin. Black, the color Mello had always worn. Perhaps that's why Near could stand the color. The darkness wasn't always comforting, but when Mello carried it, it was bearable, even liked.
I suppose, Near favored yellow the most. The color of the sun he never saw because he never went outside. The color of the human sun, warming him without heat. The color Mello always radiated, angry or not. Near could always bear the black darkness Mello had shrouded himself in, if only to get a glimpse of the yellow sun burning beneath his darkness.