Alright everyone, this is my new story!
It details how everything came to be with Mello, Near and Matt at Wammy's House before Mello and Near were introduced into the Death Note series. The details will include Mello's anger towards Near, and Near's emotionless state. And others, but I won't tell you those, you'll have to wait for then.
**Please note that this isn't the real story of how everything came to be, it is just another Death Note FanFiction**
It starts off as MelloxNear, but will eventually progress to be MelloxMatt. But thats all the secrets I is telling! If you want to know more, I guess you're just going to have to read it, aren't you? (Gee, what a shame? XD)
Don't like it, don't read it. It's as simple as that.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. But if I did... *stares off into space, dreaming of all the possibilities*
Chapter One: Arrival
"Morning, Near," I smile at my best friend cheerfully, as I walk down the corridor towards the breakfast hall.
"Hey, Mello," he replies.
Life at Wammy's House isn't ideal I guess, but it's better then the life I used to have. I have friends here - well, one friend, and we are closer then that anyway.
"I take it you had a goodnight's sleep?" Near asks me.
"Of course I did," I reply a little sheepishly, but grin all the same.
We don't talk about our relationship in public, because nobody knows we are even in a relationship. The people here are smart enough that they have probably guessed by now, but even then, we don't take the risk.
On the surface, Near and I are best friends. We do everything together, and we are relatively at the same level of smartness. Although Near usually beats me on the tests by like 0.1%, I don't really care. Beating Near isn't something I concern myself with.
Behind closed doors, myself and Near are somewhat... involved. We have both excepted the fact that we are gay. I know I love Near, and I'm fairly sure he feels the same way as me, but then who really knows what goes on under that crop of beautiful white hair on his head? After all these years, the mind of Near is still a mystery to me.
But like I said, I'm fairly sure Near loves me just as much as I love him. He's all but proved it on many occasions.
We enter the breakfast hall, take our seats, and under the table where no one can see, clutch our hands together.
I look at him, and he looks at me. He smiles, and I pretty much melt.
"Man, that test was so easy, it's not funny!" I complain to Near as I plonk myself down on my bed.
"Tell me about it. I bet I'll beat you again though..." he teases, and lies down next to me.
Near and I actually are supposed to be in separate rooms next door to each other. But we spend time with each other in one of the rooms until lights out. And then when lights go out and everyone thinks we're asleep, he creeps back into my room and... well we won't go into that.
"Pfft, yeah right. I'm totally going to top you this time, you'll see," I tease right back. I know he's joking. Neither of us cares if one beats the other. But for some reason he always beats me. That, or we draw.
I turn on my side and face him. Near is still staring up at the roof. I reach out a hand and start playing with his hair.
He turns over to face me, but I don't move my hand away and so it ends up moving across his cheek and over his nose. I move to take it away, but at the last second, Near grabs it and kisses it.
His lips on my skin... man, when I first experienced it I didn't think it could get any better.
Except it did.
At the same time, we sat up and leaned in towards each other. Our lips meet and fuse together. My hand reaches up and grabs a fist full of his hair, pulling him closer to me. His hand presses against the small of my back, making me bow to him. But I don't mind.
I let my mind go blank to just enjoy the sensation of Near and me. Together.
Near nurtures something in me. I don't know what it is. It's not lust - it's way deeper then that.
Suddenly, he flips me over and then I'm on my back, and he's on top of me. I stare into his eyes and see the need thats there. I know what he wants. And I am more then happy to oblige.
He brings his lips down and relaxes into my embrace.
The next morning, Near has to creep back into his room at the crack of dawn before we're expected to go down to the breakfast hall. I wish we could be more open about our relationship sometimes, but Near doesn't think it's a good idea. People could see it as a threat to their chances of becoming the next L - not that any of these hopeless fools have a chance anyway. They might think we have teamed up for strategy. But to be honest, when I first admitted to Near that I was gay and had feelings for him, that was the furtherest thing from my mind.
I approached Near's door slowly, a little nervous, and knocked.
"Come in," he confirmed. I took several steps in. He was making a dice tower. "Oh hi, Mello. What can I do for you?"
"Um... I'm not sure. I guess... gee, this is awkward." Near was looking up at me with a puzzled yet adorable expression.
"Are you okay?" he asked, a little worried.
"Yeah... I'm fine, Near. I'm just going to go now. Sorry for troubling you." I turned to leave, but Near had gotten up and ran over to the door, blocking my exit.
"You aren't fine, I can see it in your eyes. What's wrong Mello?" he asked, really worried now.
"Nothing you need to worry about," I answered quickly.
"Mello, you're my best friend. Of course it's something I need to worry about. If you are in trouble, or you're hurt..."
"No! It's nothing really like that!" I did regret saying that so harshly, because for a second Near's face was a little wounded.
"Well, what is it then?" He asked after he had recovered.
"It's none of your concern," I tried again.
"Don't give me that bullshit Mello, you wouldn't be here if that were true."
"Look, will you let me leave? I was wrong to come here."
"I'm not letting you go until you explain to me what's up. Wrong or not, you did come here and that's why I want to know."
Near could be so stubborn sometimes. And Near being stubborn pissed me off.
"Look, I'm gay alright? There, it's out, can I go now?" I reeled.
He blinked, taken aback. I instantly regretted the way I said it, not to mention the fact that I'd said it at all.
But nevertheless, Near stepped aside, realising I needed space. I stormed out into my room, slammed my door shut and then sank against it.
What had I done?
These days I smiled at that memory. I was so silly back then, so blind.
I had been sulking in my room, on my bed, for about half an hour when someone knocked on the door.
"Near, if that's you, get lost," I growled, but I was really annoyed at how pathetic my voice sounded.
He ignored me, and came into the room anyway.
I looked up.
"I told you to leave me alone," I mumbled.
"And the tone in your voice told me otherwise, Mello. What's the matter?"
"Like you would care."
He came over and sat on the edge of my bed.
"Believe it or not, Mello, I do actually care about you. You're my friend."
"You're mine too. Which is why I don't want to tell you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"If I tell you it'd ruin our friendship." I inwardly cursed. Of course Near would make the connection, he wasn't not the second in line to L for nothing.
"You have feelings for me?" he asked, curiously.
"Something like that," I mumbled, expecting the worst. I expected him to call me names, scream at me, reject me, and push me out onto my own.
But none of that happened.
What did happen, I didn't expect.
Near moved over beside me, and hesitantly kissed me. I was really shocked - I didn't know what to do.
I broke the kiss and moved as far as I could from him. But I regretted it, because he looked so hurt.
"I'm... I'm sorry," he apologised, moving to leave.
"No! Wait," I called out.
He stopped, halfway between the door and my bed.
"What?" he asked. I immediately hated myself - he was more hurt then he had earlier let on.
I walked up behind him, turned him around, and bent down to kiss him. Forcefully. But I wasn't to strong for him, because he met my challenge head on. His hand reached up and grabbed my hair, pulling me closer to him. I trailed my tongue along his lower lip, asking for entrance.
But I didn't get it that time.
"Let's... just take things a little slower. This is my first relationship," Near admitted.
"Yeah, mine too. But for a first timer, you're a bloody good kisser, Near," I smiled.
"I could say the same to you. And it's Nate by the way."
I felt ecstatic. He'd just told me his real name!
"Mihael," I said softly.
He smiled up at me, and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"We're going to be late for dinner," he replied, surprised that I had forgotten.
"Oh yeah..." I chuckled.
Remembering now how scared I was about the truth, I laugh. It was so ridiculous. I can't picture my life now without Near with me.
"What's so funny?" Near asks when I meet up with him in the hallway. I was still dwelling on our first kiss.
"I was just remembering the first time you kissed me..."
"Hmm. I don't get what so funny about it," he says, a little puzzled.
"Don't worry then," I dismiss it, and we head down to the classroom. My hand brushes his, and he squeezes it briefly.
During our lunch break, Near stays in class to do some extra studying. I can't be bothered to, and while I miss him, I know that it won't do us any good to be together outside anyway, because there won't be anyway for us to be... together like that. Not out in the open.
A lot of kids at Wammy's play outside during lunch. There are some of us that don't, like Near, but those that do often play around near the gates. There is a hopscotch game drawn up around there, a basketball ring, and a nice big oak tree that I like to climb up to get away from the world.
This is where I am right now.
It's so high up here... I feel almost like a bird. When I'm up here I can do anything I want to. My dreams seem so much more possible. Everything is so different. More enhanced. So naturally, when I'm up here and I fantasize about Near I can get a little carried away. Okay, maybe more then a little, but we won't go there.
I've never taken Near up here. I've thought about it, but as much as I love him, this is my special place. A place where my hope is born. A place where I can get away, where I reflect on everything.
For some reason, I'm the only person who climbs this tree. Everyone stays clear of it, like it's some kind of bad omen. I don't understand this. It's a wonderful place. I mean, don't take me wrong, I'm glad that they do because it means I get it all to myself but I still don't understand it.
Suddenly, the noise below picks up. I peer through the leaves (I'm actually quite high up) and look down. There is a crowd of kids all around the gates. Strange. I find the gates very uninteresting.
But, not wanting to miss what all the fuss is about, I climb down the tree and try to squeeze past a bunch of kids.
"What's going on?" I ask the nearest one, who turns out to be a brunette girl named Kirsty.
"There's a new kid," She explains to me, then runs off to try and get in from a different angle.
A new kid? We haven't had one of those for a while.
I continue to push past kids. A couple have a go at me, but I ignore them and go to get a look at the new guy.
I arrive just at the front, and when I see him.
The kid is odd. Really. He has no fashion sense whatsoever. He wears a striped shirt, with orange goggles around his eyes. He has blue jeans on, and wears black gloves. He has brown hair. A total mismatch.
He's really weird, but for some reason the style suits him. I don't know why.
The gates creak open, and he steps inside.
"I am expected," is all he says.
"Who are you?" I growl a little. To be honest, I'm a little shocked. I'm not usually hostile.
"My name is Matt." The kid shrugs.
I hope that was alright for the first chapter guys!
Oh yeah, the whole story is going to be written in Mello's perspective. Sorry if this disappoints you!
I might have a couple of bits in there that are Matt or Near, but I'm pretty sure that the story will stay with Mello. He is the central piece in this story after all.
If I get enough reviews from people saying they want it, I might add in a couple of Mello's tree fantasies. But they won't be too bad I promise. There shall be no lemons in this story. A few almost ones perhaps, but no actual lemons.
Please please please review! This is my first gay fanfic and I would like to know how you think I went! :)