Title
Sweeney Note
Contents
Death Note
Narration
Ominscent
Beta
None
Summary
crossover between Death Note and Sweeney Todd.
Disclaimer
I do not own Death Note or Sweeney Todd, but i think you've figured as much.
Warning
Yaoi. Graphic bloody violance. Smut
Enjoy

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"Where is he? Where is Kira?" Matt looked around, worried. He couldn't recconize anybody at the party, they were all in masks. They seemed to ignore him, almost like he was below them. Yes, he was invited to meet Kira. Here he would find out who Kira really was, bring the information back to Mello to be praised for his efforts. Not that Mello could love Matt anymore than he already did, but Matt would do anything if it meant Mello's happiness. He had been looking around the party for hours, no one knew where Kira was, as if they'd tell him. He begun to sip at the liquor avalible there out of stress. He thought how he should have worn a mask like these people all did. If Kira was here, he would have to need to hide his face. His googles were enough though, they hid his face well. He begun to doubt if Kira was even at the party. Of course Kira was, he watched Matt out of the corner of his eyes. He waited, waited until Matt was intoxicated enough to approach. He approached Matt at this chance, "Light Yagami.." He whispered in Matt's ear as two men grabbed his arms and held Matt strongly to the floor. Matt kicked and begun to panic, surely certain he was about to be killed. His wide eyes looked up at Kira, who begun to take off his pants. Matt screamed, knowing what was to happen. He looked around, screaming for help to those who just stood there and laughed at him. Kira lent over him, "You're beautiful.."

-Years later-

Mello stared off into the distance, his almost expressionless face glaring into the harbour of London's shore. He hated this place the most of any place he'd ever been too. "There's no place like London... So selfish, so pittiful, so black, dark, spiteful, dull, so malicious!" He gripped his hands into fists. He exited the boat, walking down the streets of London, stopping outside his old shop. Memories ran through his head of his old profession, barbering. Thought about his life before he was locked away, about his life with Matt. Oh how he missed Matt, the only one he would truely love in his life time. Mello saw how the shop was turned into bakery. Maybe here he could buy some chocolate, and calm his nerves.

He walked into the shop, seeing dust covering everything. The bell rung gently as he entered the door, looking around almost disgusted at the scenery. No one seemed to be here except the one behind the desk. The one he's hated for years, the one who stole his dream of becoming L's successor, the one who couldn't capture Kira.. Near. The one formly known as the boy in white. He still wore white, but it was faded just like the rest of the town. Near was flattening something when he walked in, more than likely baking. This whole place looked like it would fall over soon if not fixed up. Mello approached the counter, laying his hand on the desktop. Near perked up, the once emotionless boy smiling widely.

"A customer!" His voice was enthusiatic, strange from when they were younger. "Come, sit! Sit! A cookie? A piece of cake? Anything you'd like sir?"

Mello looked strangly at Near, "...A bar of chocolate." He answered. Near nodded quickly and rushed over with a bar of chocolate. Mello looked at the chocolate oddly, almost scared to take a bite.

"Ah sir, do mind if the chocolate isn't good.." Near leaned on the table, his cheecks laying on his hands. "I try sir, but nobody seems to enjoy the goods I make. They come out hard, stale, crusty, gritty.. Flour's pretty hard to come by, sugar is beyond my payroll. Time's is hard. Very hard for lil' ol' me's shop. The only thing I care to advertise is my cake, but it's sogging over sir. My jam is not well, I stir it everyday and make it myself. I still don't seem to understand why people don't eat here... Ah I can hardly blame them, these are probably the worst sweets in london."

Mello rose an eyebrow at the chocolate, it wasn't even the color chocolate should be. It simply LOOKED greasy, never mind him having tasted it yet. Mello bit into the chocolate in polietness, why he cared about Near's hospitality was beyond him. Quickly he spit out the chocolate, making the worst face in the world at Near. "You ruined it! How could you ruin chocolate!?"

Near smiled. Smiled. Near hadn't smiled in years, didn't think he was able to since Mello left. Near smiled and placed a tot of ale in front of Mello, "Drink this. It might help with the taste in your mouth."'

Mello glared at Near, still upset that he had ruined chocolate. That... That was something you just didn't do. And to feed it to Mello was a crime. He took the tot and sipped from the rim, closing his eyes. At least the ale was better than the food. "If time's are so hard..." Mello looked to Near, smiling. "Rent out the top floor."

Near shook his head, "No sir, no. I'd never do such a thing." Mello looked at him strangely. "Why not?" Near stood, brushing off the dust from his shirt. "There was horrible dealings up there, there was. They say, and I vow being there to witness it, that there was a hitman and his pet... Pretty thing he was, the hitman's pet."

"A hitman?" Mello asked. "Aye sir.. A hitman. But he wasn't always a hitman, you see. He was once the second best of a prestigous academy for orphans. His whole life was deicated to becoming L's successor..." Near leaned in, still a few feet away. Mello looked down and away, facial expression filled with hurt. "He had his chance, his chance was right there, in front of his face... But jealousy took over sir.. He couldn't work along side the one who would treat him better than the one he chose.."

Mello grunted, "And how would you know?" Near closed his eyes slightly and knealt down beside Mello. "Because his pet he chose was not just his... He didn't wait for his hitman to come home, instead he would run off and try to help him... He only wanted to do good, but he was doing more trouble than good.. He got himself into a bit of trouble he did, and almost all the information he got he had a price to pay for it.."

Mello grit his teeth, "A price?" He asked. "Aye sir... He'd accompany other men on outtings.. Of course he didn't go so far my good sir.. But he was no saint.. One man, told him who kira was. Foolish lil pet he was, he believed the man. So he went to the address the man had written on the back of a paper napkin... He looked around, calling for kira. Foolish.. Poor thing.. His price for knowing who kira was, was-"

"Enough!" Mello stood up and screamed. "I wish not to know why he left me.." Near stood and took Mello's arm tenderly, "Come with me Mr. Kheel.. I have something for you.."

Near lead Mello up the stairs around the back way, to the room upstairs. Near knealt down on the floor, lifting up one of the panels, taking out a box. He blew the dust off the top, and opened it revealing the silver pistole. "I hid it when they came to take the rest of your belongings.. I could of sold it, but I didn't.." Mello picked up his gun, eyes wide. He smiled in amazement, remembering what it was like to hold his gun.

"My friend.." He stood, holding it sideways as he used to. He pointed it first at the skylight window on the roof, then to the floor. He pulled the gun in close to him and ran a finger or two over the barrel. Near watched as Mello struck every old pose, retaining from the old days before his leave. Near crawled a step towards Mello, "I'm your friend too, Mr. Kheel.." Mello smirked as his pistole sparkled in the twilight,

"AT LAST!" Mello announced. "My arm is complete!"

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First fiction of Death Note (thats complete at least)

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