A Gray Moment
The Gray Moment is a short story written by myself. I've made this version for Death Note.
Disclaimer:
"I've never liked theater. At all. The performance was so bad that I left before it was over." – MelloxNear. Friendship.
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When I was fourteen, I went to the great theatre with my class to see the play "A Midsummer Night's Dream", based on the book written by Shakespeare. It was about some fairies, elves and a strange group of lovers. The story takes place at a fictional ancient Greece, with pagan gods, magical creatures and stuff.
I've never liked theatre at all. The performance was so bad that I left before it was over. I couldn't see Lysander (I think it is the name of the guy in that play) or Hel-something (Helena) acting like exasperated fools anymore. It was really boring. Love was so boring and distant to me… Not to mention that failed costumes, extremely ugly, for God's sake!
In spite of Roger's angry face (something like "you're in a big trouble, Mello"), I left my seat to walk outside. Farewell, Athens! Maybe I could find something interesting at the corridor. No. I went downstairs and I've stared at a boy touching a looking glass. It was Near. The first student, probably L's successor. I was number two. I never liked it. I never liked him so much. Until that day.
He was the kind of person you can imagine snooping your locker or your common room. It's written on his face, I thought. I asked if he did not like the performance either. I had never heard a single word from him before. It was the first time.
He's quiet and introvert at Wammy's. Pale, white haired and a little bit unexpressive. That's what you may think when you meet him. Perhaps, that's all he wants to show of himself. It seems that boy's hiding all of his secrets behind those gray eyes. Empty eyes, a looking glass and a small porcelain boy sitting on the floor. It's hard to forget such a beautiful composition.
I've told you I don't like theatre. Although, it was not a play. It was pure and silver poetry. Just like that Shakespeare book scenes. Each detail, no movements. Near was a riddle, just like the puzzle pieces he adored so much. A smile. For some reason, he smiled to me. The most simple and true thing he ever did, as I knew after that day. My new friend's (may I call Near like this?) first smile was more enjoyable than any theater performance. It was more real. And fantastical. It makes you want to clap your hands.
The End
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This oneshot was first written in 2010. English is not my first language, so forgive if I've made big grammar mistakes. Hope you've enjoyed.