I've never written any AU before, but I decided to give it a shot. I hope that it's not too bad. So, please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.
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Mello just stood there, in front of his apartment's door, staring at the daily newspaper. The twenty-five-blonde was angry, very angry. 'What the fuck's were written all over his face. He kept repeating one question in his brain.
WHO the hell is Near?
Oh, I forgot! Where was my manner? The said young man is Mihael Keehl (but he preferred to be called Mello): blonde, hot-headed, chocoholic, leather lover,... He was a quite popular, well-known private detective. People admired Mello for his intelligence, girls were head over heels for him because of his 'handsomeness' (seriously, with sun-liked hair and sapphire eyes, who wouldn't?), and criminal were afraid of Mello because of his appearance: he looked exactly like a gangster with the scar on his face, his tight leather attire and the gun. No one could tell who he was until he arrested someone.
Mello was the best detective in this town until last week. People and the press kept saying about a newbie: mysterious, talented, gifted,...things like that. Maybe young. He had solved some tough cases. Nobody knew his face or his real name or his age,...in short, his identity. Even his clients and the polices didn't know who he is because he always covered his face with black hoodie and surgical mask. All they knew that he called himself Near...
Mello didn't care about those informations. The real problem was this little twit. He suddenly came out of nowhere, took Mello's spot and his clients and his glory and...and...UGH! That fucking asshole. Mello didn't like being second best, no siree. He'd been working too hard for this position, he wouldn't give in. Mello had to find this twat and teach him a lesson, no matter what it takes.
But first, he needed some chocolate.
So, the blonde left his apartment, located in 21 Wammy Street, and head to his favourite cafe.
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Ah here is it, The Laura.
Mello walked into the small shop. He liked this place: cosy and quiet, especially on Sunday like today (the funny thing that Mello also liked screamo music). And the hot chocolate here was awesome. He sat at the small wooden table in the corner (his usual spot). A few minutes later, a young woman walked up to him.
"Hello Mello. Like usual, right?" She smiled kindly at the blonde.
"You know me too well, Laura." Mello smiled back at her. She took his order and left. Laura was thirty. She had long black hair and a motherlike smile. She's kind, gentle, indulgent and wise. Laura was back with Mello's hot chocolate and marshmallows. He nodded as a 'thank you' and silently took a sip. Laura stood there, watching him.
"So, what's wrong?" She broke the silence.
"What do you mean 'what's wrong'?" Mello scowled. He hated when Laura turned on the 'mother-mode'.
"Sweetie, you've never been silent like this since I knew you, even if it's because of some hard cases. So tell me, and don't lie, because if you do, I'll know."
"I..." Mello sighed and handed Laura the newspaper. "Just read this!" She took it.
"So what?"
"What the fuck! 'So what'! Laura, this dickhead snatched everything out of my hand, and I don't even know who he is. He took everything. I swear, if I-" Laura cut him off.
"Language, Mello. Honey, you are overreacting. I mean, you're a detective, he's a detective. What's the point in competing? You guys do this to save people's life, remember? Beside, you're 25, stop being immature." With that, Laura left. Mello just sitting there, thinking.
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The blonde came home after 2 hours, still frustrated. He saw some new furniture and a small boy, who was standing in front of the apartment opposite to his own.
The boy was short, small, around seventeen (Mello thought) and WHITE: white hair, white skin, white pyjamas, white socks, WHITE everything. He looked like a ghost. Mello approached him.
"Hey kid, you moving in, right?" The boy turned around and Mello was stunned.
His eyes: so grey, so deep, so wide, so bottomless, so...blank. Mello could feel those orbs looking straight into...no...through his very soul. The albino stared at him for a moment before replying in monotone.
"To answer your question: Yes, I'm moving in. And no, I'm not a kid. In fact, I'm twenty-three." Mello was surprised. Twenty-three? Had he reached his puberty? The younger male then twirled a white lock with his skinny index finger and thumb.
"You're Mihael Keehl." A statement. Mello wasn't surprised this time. He's popular, after all. But he must admit: this boy was bright. People often took a good amount of time to recognize him.
"Smartass. Not so talkative, are you?" The blonde smirked.
"..."
"Anyway, from this moment, call me Mello, okay? Nice to meet you." Mello extended his hand. Again, the white-haired boy stared in his extended hand before grabbed it and shook. Grey locked with blue.
"Nate River. Nice to meet you too, Mello."
Very interesting.
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A/N: chapter one, done. What do you think? Please leave some reviews, 'cause your opinion helps me to write better :)))
