I'm warning you now that this chapter is sad. It's about when Mello left Wammy's. And then chapter two will be about this theory of mine... which has to do with L. Enjoy the chapter, and I'm sorry if I make you cry.

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Near: she no own death note

"Near should be L's successor! He won't let his emotions get into things!" Mello exclaimed.

"Mello, you two should work together," Roger insisted.

"You know what? I'm almost fifteen! I'm leaving. It's time I started living my own life," Mello decided. He marched out and slammed the door. Near didn't even look up from his puzzle.

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"What are you doing!" Matt demanded as he saw Mello shoving his bellongings into a duffle bag.

"I'm leaving. I'm done with this place," Mello said.

"You can't be serious," Matt sighed.

"Dead serious," Mello said as he shoved some underwear into his bag.

"What happened?" Matt asked. He set down his game on his bedside table and stood up.

"Nothing," Mello said.

"Something happened,"

"I'm just leaving. It's time I got out of this shit hole," Mello said bitterly. Matt grabbed Mello by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. Mello was honestly shocked, since his best friend was never this aggressive.

"Tell me!" Matt yelled. "Why are you leaving! I know something happened! You need to just stop and think before you go overreacting!"

"Let go of me, Matt," Mello said. He was glaring back at his red headed friend. "It's nothing you need to worry about."

"If you're leaving then I'm going to be worried. You're my best friend!" Matt demanded.

"Don't guilt trip me Matthew!" Mello yelled.

"Then tell me what the hell is going on," Matt demanded.

"Okay, fine! L is dead! Are you fucking happy now Matt? He's dead," Mello screamed. Matt stopped. L was dead... He felt like he was going to throw up. He didn't believe him. No way in hell was L dead, he couldn't be!

He let go of Mello's shirt and looked confused.

"He's freaking dead," Mello said, holding tears behind his eyes.

"There's something else though," Matt noticed.

"Jesus Matt, just drop it okay?" Mello said, his voice choking up.

"He chose Near, didn't he?" Matt asked. He wasn't expecting Mello to punch him across the jaw. He stumbled backwards, holding his face and gaping at his friend.

"DAFUQ WAS THAT FOR!" Matt yelled.

"He didn't choose," Mello stated quietly. "Not that it matters. Near is going to succeed L because he's number one. He doesn't let his emotions get in the way. He doesn't care about anything. He isn't even sad that L's dead."

"Of course he's sad. We all loved L," Matt said.

"Do you know what he said! He said that L had failed because he hadn't caught Kira. He said that L wasn't good enough! What kind of a bastard..."

"He's coping. He doesn't show his emotions, how did you expect him to respond?"

"I expected him to for once in his life act fucking normal!" Mello declared.

"He's never going to be normal," Matt said.

Just then Near walked in. He looked somewhat solemn even with his face being blank as it usually was. Matt gave Mello a look that said "TOLD YOU!" and Mello turned back to his packing. He was officially ticked at both of his roommates.

He finished packing and zipped up his duffle bag. He hefted it onto his shoulder and walked to his bedroom door. He stopped there, not looking up from the floor but wanting to say something to his friends before he left.

He didn't have to. "You're really leaving then?" Near asked. He wasn't looking up either.

"Yea, I'm leaving," Mello responded.

Matt walked up to him and wrapped him in a big bear hug.

"Good luck out there bro," Matt said, patting his friend on the back. He really didn't want him to leave. "Stay in touch, okay?"

"Okay," Mello promised.

Near walked over to Mello.

"We could work together, you know," Near offered.

"No way in hell," Mello said.

"If you change your mind I know you'll find me. And if I need you, I'll track you down," Near said.

"Whatever," Mello rolled his eyes. He jumped when Near hugged him around his waste. "Eep!"

"L loved all of us," Near said. "Don't forget those times when we were younger, okay?"

"Ya, sure," Mello said. Near let go. He didn't say anything, he just nodded and walked back to his part of the room. Mello shrugged, smiled slightly at Matt, and walked out of the bedroom door. Down the steps. Right out the front door. Maybe he'd wanted Roger to try and stop him, but Roger just let him leave. That made him a little bit sad, but also determined. He made himself believe that Wammy's didn't care about him, and that made it easier to walk away.

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Shit, I'm crying now. Why do I torture myself? Because I had to write this before I wrote chapter two. I have a twist for this which cooresponds with my theory. {Theory: L isn't dead} Okay, maybe it's more like a dream that a theory, but honestly. L would not die so easily! He is out there I promise you!