Rosaries and Memories

Color: Hey guys, listen, I'm NOT dropping The True Story of A and I plan on continuing it yadda yadda yadda. I will be posting the next chapter and suggestions are welcome. Thanx! Near, take it away!

Near: Okay, Color does not want me to say anything funny due to the nature of this fic. No flames and no trolls. Color does not own Death Note. She does, however own herself. I will also be doing the disclaimers for Color's one-shots and she will be adding them in. All running fics and completed multi-chapter stories will not include my input.

I laid back on my bed. It was around midnight and I had finished my homework. Not that it was a large amount, but I had been busy goofing off.

I clutched at the silver locket around my neck. The carved N reminded me of my roommate and my first boyfriend.

I had been a Wammy's kid up until that point. My roommate had been none other than Near. I was there when a six-year-old Near arrived, lost and afraid. I was there when Matt tried his first cigarette. I was there when Mello moved in and I had to start rooming with Near.

Let me start from the beginning. There were too many girls at Wammy's so I got a male roommate. Matt was lazy, addicted to video games, and, once he started smoking, almost set the room on fire a couple times. We had a lot of close calls with everything from Matt almost cutting off his fingers while chopping steak to the Mafia almost murdering us while we slept (ask Matt about that one.) Then Mello moved in and Matt was his roommate, so I started living with Near, who didn't get the Mafia bent on killing us. It was definitely a better experience.

There was only one time I had chosen a different person over him.

We were twelve and Mello, Near, Matt and I were joking around. This was before Mello hated Near and we were all forced to take sides, so we were pretty tight.

"Okay Color, would you rather date me or Near?" Mello asked.

"Well," I started, not wanting to lie, but not wanting to hurt Mello's feelings either. He was very emotional, so I took on the character of the torn fangirl. "I love Near with all my heart, but I'd have to pick you, Mello!"

To make the act more convincing, I got up and draped my arms around his masculine shoulders.

"Why do you like me better than him?" Mello had asked.

"I think it's your rosary," I replied, playing with the necklace in question.

I explained to Near layer that night that I had lied.

Things started to go downhill from there. Near beat Mello at everything. Mello started hating Near. Matt chose Mello. I chose to run.

I shook my head suddenly. No, Wammy's was a past life. Besides, I had my locket. On the inside was a picture Matt had taken of Near and I sharing out first kiss. Mello had been pit under dorm arrest, causing Matt to room with us.

I shook my head again. I wanted to stop thinking about my past life. It was a beautiful life, a wonderful life, but it wasn't mine anymore. I left for a reason: I still remembered my lie. If I chose Near over Mello, he'd think I'd betrayed him. Those words meant a lot to him. Besides, it was over now. Mello would never find me now.

I shut my eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep, still clutching the now body temperature locket.

I woke up with a start. Something was up. The surface I had fallen asleep on was NOT a concrete floor. Fuzzy shapes started to materialize as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I could make out two figures, one standing and one crouching uncomfortably close to me on my left. I could make out other shapes that I guessed to be furniture. A little orange light floated opposite me. I inhaled, and regretted doing so. The air was stale and smelled of chocolate and smoke. I coughed.

"Don't move or I'll shoot!" a familiar voice exclaimed.

I did know what he meant until I felt a cold metal circle press itself onto the fleshy part of my chin, forcing me to move my head back.

"Mello?" I asked after recognizing the voice.

"I'll get the lights," another voice sighed.

The orange light moved across the room along with one of the figures. As the light switch flicked, I realized the orange light was actually the lit tip of a cigarette and its owner, the second figure, was a brunette boy wearing orange glasses and a fur vest. The first figure, the one with the gun, was a blonde boy dressed in shiny leather and wearing three rosaries around his neck. I was flat on the floor with a revolver at my chin and Mello was standing uncomfortably close to me.

"Well Color, now that you know it's me, I have a question to ask," Mello explained.

"Shoo- I mean go for it. You DID just kidnap me, after all."

"Alright, you know Near well. What's his weakness?" Mello asked. "You said you'd choose me over him, so help me out."

I had two choices then: tell him I was lying and risk getting shot or tell him what I knew. I'm sorry to say I didn't really line dying, so I told him what I knew

"Okay, Near suffers from Envy Adams Disorder," I half blurted.

Mello look at me quizzically.

"If you'd ever read Scott Pilgrim, it means in you tap him in the back of the knees he passes out for two hours exactly," I explained.

"Stand up," Mello ordered.

I did so. I trusted Mello not to shoot his childhood friend, but he was intimidating.

The next thing I knew, I was back home, sitting up in my bed. I could have sworn the whole thing was a dream, but I felt something in the pockets of my pants. I pulled it out, a long chain with a decretive cross on the end of it. A rosary. Mello's rosary. The one he had worn on the day I chose him over Near. He must have put it there after I told him about Near's Envy Adams Disorder. Also in that same pocket was a letter that read:

"You are more like Near than you think."

Near: For what it's worth, I do not have Envy Adams disorder.

Color: I thought it would be interesting…

Near: You were daydreaming in math class again, weren't you?

Color: That's when I write most of my fan fics!

Near: *Facepalm* Color, you are hopeless.