Childhood Innocence: Past Haunting (A MelloxReader Fanfic)

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Me: Hey there! In case you don't know, you can call me Misseh, and this would be my second fanfic, so go easy on me! This fanfiction is actually a sequel to one of my previous stories, Childhood Innocence, so if you haven't read that, DO NOT READ THIS!!! Also, if you don't see it at the top, this is a MelloxReader, so if you're looking to get some let's say...L action, you've come to the wrong place. And now, to do the disclaimer....

Mello: What the- Where the hell am I?!

Matt: W-Wait, don't tell me.....

Me: MUHAHAHAHAA!

Mello: OH WTF THIS AGAIN?!?

Me: YES! For the sequel, it's only proper you guys do the disclaimer since you did such a good job the last time! ^^ Just like old times!

Matt: *tears* I THOUGHT WE WERE FINALLY FREE!

Me: TOO BAD. Now do the disclaimer!

Mello: Go to he-

Matt: Misseh does not own Death Note or its characters! Also, she does not own Cry for You by September. Thanks! ^^

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Act One: Life after Tragedy

Forever and ever, life is now or never

Forever never comes around

People love and let go

Forever and ever, life is now or never

Forever's gonna slow you down.

You stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel of the car tightly. This morning's commute was no different than the countless others you had taken to work. You still had road rage, you still screamed at the many idiots on the road who cut you off, and, no matter how many times Near would scold you to learn your lesson, you were still late.

However, as you listened to the pop song that ran through the speakers of your car, you felt as though your insides were twisting. You almost flinched each time the word "forever" was mentioned. It was amazing how relevant the lyrics were to…well, just about anything that had ever mattered to you.

You'll never see me again

So now who's gonna cry for you?

You'll never see me again

No matter what you do.

You hit the brakes swiftly; nearly running a red light after your mind became a haze. Ha…Forever… you thought, tugging as the crucifix around your neck.

Forever…what a joke.

You sighed, engulfed in bitter thoughts and cursed by the songs of the mainstream radio. You turned to the SPK headquarters, ready for another day of work.

It's been two years, Harmony, you told yourself. Get yourself together. It's just another day…

Today's date was January 26, 2012.

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You pushed the doors to the main investigation room, out of breathe, to many faces of disapproval. You were over three hours late due to heavy traffic, and you were expecting pure hell from your co-workers. One familiar face stared at you with disinterest, pale-gray eyes watching your every move.

"Nice of you to finally decide to join us, Harmony," Near said with heavy sarcasm. You scratched the back of your head nervously, uncomfortable underneath all the glares on you.

"U-Um, I know you've heard this so many times before, Near, but once again…I'm sorry I'm late, it won't happen again, I pro-"

"Oh, don't bother, Harmony. Just sit down and get to work," Halle said. It was always like her to be straight to the point, and, though sometimes it seemed harsh and uncaring, you became used to it; perhaps she even grew on you.

You took a seat at your cluttered desk, skimming through many files. "So…what's today's case? Is it the one with the murdered mother of two found on-"

"That one was solved last week, Miss Harmony," Near interrupted.

"Um, okay….What about the kidnapping of-"

"Solved on Thursday."

"The rape and killing of-"

"Over a month ago."

"The serial killer-"

"This morning."

"Jesus, Near, is there anything you didn't solve yet?" you said, crossing your arms impatiently. Near smiled a little smugly.

"Well, it's not my fault if you don't ever come in on time. Besides, you should know better that all the cases after Kira became far too simple."

You sighed, leaning back in your chair and resting your feet on your desk. "Well, if there's nothing to do, why are we still here?"

Near pulled out one of his toy robots from within his desk, holding it to his chest. "Well, you have a point there, Miss Harmony. Dismissed, everyone."

With that, everyone filed out of the room with short goodbyes. When you got up to leave, Near pulled on your sleeve. "Except you."

You groaned, falling back into your chair again. "Near, I told you I was sorry! Can't I just go home?"

Near pushed some buttons on his robot, causing lights to flicker in different colors. "That wouldn't be fair, would it? As punishment, you're not only going to organize your files, but everyone else's as well."

Your jaw dropped in horror. "What?! But that will mean I'll have to pull an all-nighter!"

Near smirked, pushing buttons on his toy again. "Well, I guess so, Miss Harmony."

You scowled at the small albino. "I'm leaving, Near." Near pulled on your sleeve again, his smirk faded.

"What's the rush, Miss Harmony? Do you have someone to rush home to?"

"……Bastard…," you cursed under your breathe stomping to your desk. You threw the files to the floor, clearing it completely, and began to get to work.

"You know, Near, if you just needed someone to stay with your pitiful, lonely self, you should've just told me," you said through gritted teeth.

"I don't really want to surround myself with pissy subordinates."

"I'm taller."

"I'm smarter."

"You're too pale."

"You're too plain."

"He didn't think-"

You immediately stopped yourself, slowly turning back to the files on the floor. You knelt down, preoccupying your mind with different arrangements for each case. Perhaps by murders, kidnappings, and unidentified? But where would that leave mysterious suicides? No, maybe this would work…

"Miss Harmony."

Near's voice of monotone interrupted your thoughts, and your eyes traveled slowly to his seat.

"I know what today is."

"……….."

"Would you care to air con-"

"Vent, Near. I vent my feelings, I air condition the room," you said, smiling lightly.

Near smiled back. "Nonetheless, the same question still stands."

You sighed, scooting over to sit next to him. Near slid out of his chair onto the floor, sitting beside you.

"…It's the anniversary…."

"Yes, I'm aware."

"……"

Near twirled his hair, staring for any reaction in your face. "How do you feel?"

You tugged once again on your rosary. Twirling the crucifix in your fingers, you smiled warily to yourself.

"It's silly, isn't it? After two years, I still….." You fell silent, unable to think of anything more to say.

"….He was a good person…."

You got up slowly, taking your bags with you.

"Good night, Miss Harmony."

"Bye, Near."

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You tossed your bags onto the floor when you arrived back home in that all too familiar Motel room. On that day…you remember how much you hated the place, how all the memories were so painful to recall. However, when you tried to leave, you couldn't bear to leave them behind.

You sat down, leaning against the back of your old couch. Feeling under the cushions, you pulled out a small red game system delicately, pressing the power button. Then, just like you would do ritually every night, you began to play Pokemon until you would later pass out from exhaustion.

Maybe this is why you are late every day, your conscience told you. You ignored it, however, as you had a tendency to. You had to play it every night. You weren't just obligated to, but you were under some unknown command to play. It had become a necessity, especially on this day. You had to keep those memories….their legacy….alive.

Hours later, your eyelids were becoming so heavy that they covered half your eyes. Mountains of heavy coffee cups surrounded you; your attempts at staying awake had seemed futile.

But, just before you closed your eyes, you swore you saw a dark silhouette, almost looking over your shoulder, at the game held limply in your hands.