Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of the characters from Death Note. What a happy little bird I'd be if I did.
Mello had hated Near, since the first time he laid eyes on the boy. He was small and petite, flawless like a doll. Mello, unlike Near, had flaws, like any other normal human being. It made Mello infuriated to see a boy, barely two years younger than him, be so superior.
Mello envied Near in almost every way possible. Near's snowy white hair, black blue eyes and petite and pale complexion was so different from Mello's. Mello's corn silk hair was cut into a bob at about his shoulders, his eyes were a turquoise blue and his skin was slightly tanned. But appearance wasn't the only thing Mello envied. Mello was smart, don't get me wrong (actually he had had the highest scores), but Near was number one now.
Mello found pleasure in tormenting the albino. It made him feel good. It made him feel like he was finally winning.
Near, on the other hand, did not hate Mello. In fact, he very much like him. But no matter how hard the young boy tried, Mello still hated him. And this bothered Near.
Mello found himself constantly watching Near, studying him. Near noticed after a while, watching Mello watch him from the corner of his eye. Near knew what Mello was doing. Looking for Near's weakness. Not watching Near because he liked him or anything. It made Near sad (not that he'd ever show it).
A few months before L's death and Mello's departure, Near found thoughts of Mello constantly running through his head and the feeling of wanting Mello was strong. Face it, Near. You love Mello. But Mello would never return these feelings.
But actually, Mello was in denial. Denying his true feelings for Near...
AN: I know this is also short... But I wrote it on notepad on my iPhone at like 3 am when I couldn't sleep...