Just a Moth
He is a moth as far as I'm concerned. I am a bird, capable of snacking on such a bug. But, I didn't know that once I took a bite of his wing, I became obsessed with getting more. It took many years until I fully grew into a Swallow, but that moth stayed the same. Fluttering about when I didn't want him near. That's his name, you know; Near. He says I'm opposite of my own name, which is Mello. He said Tempest would have named me better. Why should I care for what he says?
He's just a moth, after all.
No, I'm mistaken. He is not just a moth, but a strangely addictive one. Probably poisonous. Coated with some drug. Designed to make me want to beat him at life. This is our relationship. He, always fluttering within my reach but out of it at the same time, and I, trying to snap my beak around him; to finally catch him in his own game. Remember when I said his name was Near? Far fits him better. He's the only thing I can't beat in my life.
Moths aren't supposed to be out of a swallow's reach; They are meant to be caught and eaten. So why can't I seem to get him?
My first Death Note fic. I don't know if I confused some people, but I hope not! Its Mello's perspective on Near. His crack. His strangely addictive rival.
Disclaimer: Death Note, Near, and Mello do not belong to me. If they did, I'd be suffocating Mello with my love.