Okay just so all you (awesome) people know this is a yaoi fic, meaning guy on guy action and pedophilic tendencies. Yes! Oh Holy Shit! Age is always questionable in yaoi; however Mello is around 11 or 12 (maybe younger if you're into that) and Near is 17. And yes Near is the Seme and Mello is the Uke. Slight OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note! Believe me you don't want to know what would happen if I did own Death Note….
A slice of Double Chocolate Fudge Pie with White Chocolate Curls on top to all that review. Do not expect a slice if you do not give me your address! Ha I so don't have to give you any of my pie now. Would you give ME your address? Didn't think so. (There are like four fragment sentences in those paragraphs, apparently Word doesn't acknowledge my awesomeness.). Please give me reviews which I should get if any of you want pie and want to be on my good side. Which believe me you do.
Socks: Want pie or to be on your good side?
Me: Do you want me to punch you?
Socks: I WILL kill you.
Me: Want pie?
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Mello's hair fell into his eyes as he took in the gruesome pictures before him.
His stomach churned, threatening to upturn his chocolate filled lunch.
Ugh he thought as he briefly wondered what color it would be.
His small hand trembled as it slammed shut the case file.
Creak. (The door, in case anyone needs help connecting the dots.)
Mello froze.
He could feel his heart strum in his chest and knew it was probably audible.
His highly developed mind rationalized who it could be standing in the doorway currently.
Why aren't they moving? Is it Wabari? Oh crap, I'm soo dead.
Thoughts raced through his head and he felt the adrenaline start to kick in.
And trust me he had very good reason to start freaking out.
He picked the lock to Wabari's office.
He picked the lock to L's private cabinet and was currently sifting through its contents.
He stole the last chocolate bar from the kitchen.
Mello's back was to the door and he was, plainly put, freaking out. A thing Mello didn't do often.
000
Near leaned on the doorframe as he sized up his prey.
He inwardly smirked.
Although he kept his face a blank, emotionless tragedy mask, it would be foolish to assume that he was devoid of any emotion.
He in-fact had quite a lot, especially when it came to a certain golden haired spitfire.
He let his calculating gaze roam Mello's still form, while his back was turned from him it was obvious his fear.
He noted the case files that spread out in front of him. L's case files spread out in front of him.
His, inward, smirk grew wider. He approached Mello, allowing his footsteps to be audible.
He leaned down and rested his chin on Mel's shoulder.
His arms slightly resting on Mello's sides, his fingers only holding a light grip.
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Mello heared the footsteps grow near ( Fine, PUN!) and couldn't help but swallow.
12 prayers raced through his head, all worthy of the rather—stressing— situation he was as of current facing.
He silently said all 12.
Though he doubted any redemption would come, and it was even slimmer the chance that a savior would come to him.
Damn you, Matt. Where are you when I need you!
He shivered and could feel his heart stop when something rested on his shoulder.
Where was air when you needed it?
Mello slowly turned his head to the side and, oh so manly, screamed.
(Manly).
He lurched forwards, his hand reaching out to stop his fall.
BAD IDEA.
His hand just so happened to land on one of the many folders spread out before him, he felt the folder start to slip forward, and again his very manly side started to show.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" Mello's cry sounded throughout the room shortly followed by a soft thud.
Now I want chocolate.
000
Near looked down at the child below him. BAD IDEA.
(Hmmm they happen a lot for supposed geniuses, no?) He felt his pants grow inescapably tight.
Mello's hair had fanned out around his head, a sea of golden silk framing a sun-kissed face.
Which had a notable flush on it, from anger or embarrassment the teenager didn't know.
As it was always difficult to tell with Mello.
His soft cupid's bow lips were slightly parted, as if silently pleading for— Near felt himself swell at the very thought.(A/N: Hehe I know I'm evil.)
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I was going to make this a one shot, but I'm going to add the second part later. I don't want to rush the lemon, cause I don't want to ruin the story, which if you have a bad lemon usually ruins the story. (Not that this has much of a plot anyway.)
Hehehhehe I only make my beginning disclaimer and warning so long because it makes the story seem longer. But ssshhhh don't tell anyone or else you won't get any pie.
Oh yeah by the way I'm a review whore so please! XP REVIEW!