Inspired by Youtube video "Near&Mello vs Light- It ends tonight" and special shout out to 'I LiKe 2 Grawrr Fer Ya' because reviews make me happy, happy= story, so Review!
Prologue
He blinks, still in disbelief. How can it happen? Of all the places…Angry, annoyed, repulsed? He contemplated on what he should be feeling, using the emotions he was most familiar with when associating with this specific person as the nearest reference. Somehow those didn't fit what was taking place, he was actually happy, well, happy in the most negative way possible.
The blonde leaped, a straight fall from a literally deadly height, making a not so subtle appearance in front of a small looking boy. This boy, however, only reached a finger up and begun twirling a lock of his angelic white hair, not the least bit fazed.
"So, what did you give?" Mello jumped right ahead with his question, not bothering with introductions, the two being acquainted well enough with each other. Near looked right into the other's stark blue eyes, still playing with his hair, saying absolutely nothing. The blonde twitched at the younger's ever present disregard (what he feels as disregard, that is) for him, silence is definitely not a virtue.
"Well, are you going to answer me?" his voice raised just a little, laced with aggravation. Two large black orbs stared at him blankly, a pale finger tugging quite harshly at the tightly wound curl, for a moment, he looked like he was actually going to answer, or at least speak, that notion was quickly buried, and he made a small move to shake his head, such a very small move that only Mello's meticulous attitude towards Near could detect.
"And why not?" He almost wanted to shout, glaring at the shorter, leather squeaking as he clenched his fist with an iron grip at his sides. Near merely blinked quickly twice, his stare unwavering. His eyes looked so blank, one would think there was nothing going through that head of white curls, but of course, Mello knew better, in his own way that is. "Darn you," the blonde hissed, narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth, yanking on the boy's collar, their reunion already taking a toll down hill.
He was about to shake the little thing like a rag doll when he suddenly let go of the boy, his expression cold then into one of incredulity. "You gave your voice," he said with a certainty, Near slowly nodded once, averting his gaze to nowhere in particular.
"You idiot!" He grabbed the boy by his shirt again, making darkened eyes return to him, "Why'd you give something valuable like that?" The blonde couldn't believe Near could be such a dope, giving up his voice, sure he didn't have the most melodious sweet voice in the world, and most times everything that came out of those pale lips make him want to rip the boy's throat out but it was a tool for speaking, communicating, conveying ideas, it was vital for survival, it would've been better if the boy had given up an arm or leg.
Huffing crossly, he pushed the boy back, making Near stumble for balance. A gloved hand ran itself through his silky blonde locks, and he turned swiftly, back facing Near, taking a few steps forward. "Come on," Mello ushered, the exasperation prominent in his voice as he glanced over his shoulder at the stationary boy. Just as he lifts a socked foot to begin walking, a loud horn sounds, emitting everywhere in the empty deserted land, but the source was nowhere to be pinpoint. The ground heated up abruptly, making the normally composed Near almost jumped.
"Crap!" The blonde cursed, rushing over to the boy, carrying the light-weight easily in his arms, "Why can't you ever put on some shoes?" he scolded before swiftly leaping once again, gracefully yet with so much force they went ten feet off the burning ground. If he still had his voice, he would have probably gush with surprise and started a train of inquiries, maybe even demand to be let down, but of course he didn't, so he clung like a leech to the blonde for dear life, hoping that this was just one big crazy dream.
A dull looking eye peeked at the blonde, his flaxen hair swishing fiercely in the background of chaotic fire and sulphur, his suntanned skin radiant and perfect, not a single mark of the previous scar it once wore, his blue eyes almost soft as the leather-clad teen steals glances down at the boy cradled in his arms.
It's just a dream, he tells himself.
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Wow, this is short, seriously, sorry guys, I tried my best, I haven't written in a long time, but I think it's sufficient as a prologue and I'm quite happy with it, if you like it, please let me know!...This is sort of a spur-on story, so I'm not sure of what I'll do with it, I'm trying to focus on my old stories and finish them, and control the new ideas...but it's difficult I tell ya ...Anyway the review button is just down there, click on it if you wanna know what happens to the two in desolation...