AN: This is what came to mind when I saw the prompt. Please forgive me if Mello's OOC- I wrote this when I was still new to the characters. Written with a theme from 100Themes
15. Musically Inclined
It was raining outside. All of the children were stuck inside causing chaos for the adults. Near sat in his spot as usual. Someone had abandoned a set of bright colorful blocks, which he snagged. He kept trying to build something, but kids kept knocking the construction down in the enclosed space. With a look at the commotion, he bundled up the blocks into a large white bag and dragged it down the hall into the library. Technically that wasn't allowed, but all of the teachers were busy in the playroom. No one would come in the library.
Soon a multi-colored tower grew in front of the white-clad boy. Realizing that there was no more blocks, he placed the triangular prism in his hand on top and sat down. Now it was time to see how well he had studied architecture. Near started to take away the obvious looking supports. The building didn't even shake. As he went into the structure, the blocks piled up around him, a rainbow on a wooden floor. This is the last one. He plucked out the cylinder and the blocks finally fell down.
What was that? A note cut through the quiet. And again. Near ignored the noise and grabbed a rectangular prism. It wasn't until the blocks were stacked three feet high that the staccato notes switched to a melody, a flowing serpentine piece. Near placed one more block on the tower before following his ears out of the room. I didn't know someone played the violin… He frowned and shuffled down the hall, determined to make up for his previous lack of knowledge.
The music led him into the boys' section of Wammy's. Near found the door quickly, wondering if his hypothesis was wrong. Mentally shrugging, he opened the door to his and Mello's room.
Mello was standing in the middle of the room, eyes closed, violin held gently under the chin. A sudden realization caused him to let his arm drop, the bow making a squeak. The blonde's eyes shot open, too startled to be mad. Near simply stood in the threshold silently observing the flustered boy.
With flushed cheeks, Mello shoved the instrument into the open case and stormed out of the room. Near moved out of the way, watching the door slam shut. He went to pick up the music lying on the floor. It was sloppily handwritten, more shorthand than an actual score. Looking at the title, he smiled faintly and set it by the case, which he closed. The blocks in the library still need to be picked up… And Near left as well.