It was growing bigger and bigger. Surely the biggest he had ever made. It was so tall that he had to climb on his chair to be able to reach the top. It was truly a masterpiece. Since he had started, one month ago, he had past all his hours doing it. It was flawless. Every part of it was perfectly calculated so that it could be perfect. Each move he had made was so prudent that to place only one piece would take 15 minutes. And in fact, the similarity was perfect to. It was almost better than the original. Truly his masterpiece. An Eiffel Tower 6 feet tall. He had barely eaten since the beginning, but he didn't cared, this had to be done. It was almost finished.
Suddenly, he questioned himself: "What will I do once it's done?" It was true. Would he glue it so it can stay like that forever? No, bad idea, it would make an awful mess. Well, he couldn't just destroy it. No, that was clear in his mind, it would never move, not even an inch. Well, just letting it there would not be enough, because the chances that it would broke were high. Maybe he could just place a glass box over it, but it would be far too big to enter the room, and building one in the room was too dangerous. He really had no ideas.
Has he was thinking, near haven't noticed that there was only 20 dices left to place, and the Eiffel Tower all made of dices would be completed. But these were the hardest. He had to stay balanced on his chair and place the dice carefully on the top, adding to the fact that he didn't really liked highs. But it was to be made, his greatest masterpiece. Near haven't touched his toys since he had started. They were all on the floor, waiting for him. In fact, he didn't really remembered how it al started. He had bought thousands of dices, and he had just started, without really thinking. Since then, no one has entered his room. Surely the others were starting to worry, but he didn't cared.
Only 10 dices left. After all this work, he was almost done. He was so concentrated that he had not noticed the eyes angrily looking at him trough the lock of the door. The door was not locked. You could see in these eyes that they were not preparing something good. Only 5 dices. Near was feeling all the sweat on his forehead, but he was staying minded on his work. The world would be about to explode and he would continue his construction. That's it, the last dice. The top of the tower. Suddenly, he felt both happiness and sadness. Happiness because ha was almost finished, and sadness because he would not be able to continue his work. He hesitated a second, than placed the dice. "I DID IT, I DID IT!!!" He had never felt happier. Most of the time he wasn't feeling things at all, but this was truly joy.
It all happened very fast. The door opened and Mello was behind it. He only had time to think: "Not him again", that Mello was running toward the tower. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO, don't!" … It was too late.
All that was remaining was Mello laughing, and the dices on the grounds. Now that was real sadness. For what was probably all lot of minutes, Near was standing on his chair, with his zombie face, and Mello was rolling on floor of laughing. " DADDYYYYYYYY!!!!!" He was now crying, probably for the first time since a long time.
L arrived after some time, and he understood right away was as happened. "Mello, what you did was bad, go in your bedroom!" "Sure dad" Near jumped in L arms, and he stayed there, crying, since he as felt asleep. L than placed Near in his bed, and return eating his cupcakes, will Mello was preparing his next joke.