Under Our Bare Feet
Near. Mello. Matt.
What was the connection between these young men?
They despised each other, as anyone could see.
They were rivals, as anyone could figure.
But they were also friends, as no one dared to guess.
And why not? Why does it seem so impossible for these three to have anything but hate between? Why does it seem that with great skill comes great misery?
What brought them together? The answer is simple. Loneliness. They were lonely. The most brilliant children on the earth were lonely, they were scared, they needed comfort.
They would never admit it though. Doing so would be reviling weakness.
No, they would continue to show their mock hate.
Near would prod at Mello and look down at Matt.
Mello would flare up at Near and use Matt.
Matt would try to make things better only to tear it apart.
And it would continue, and go on and on, but when the lights went out at Wammy's and every one was quiet, they would meet, and play, and share, and be happy. They would cry much more then they would laugh, but the pretenses of the masks they wore to hide would slip. They would be them, plain and simple, just as long as no one could see.