~Well, I've sorta had this story in my head for awhile now and I'm finally finding time to write it. (Not really, I just got bored in study hall) This first chapter will be much shorter than the others, but I already have some very long, nice drafts written out. So hopefully I will have those up soon. But between musical rehearsals and exams, and possibly a job, I might only be able to update once a week. Ah, well enjoy 3
I do not own Death Note. If I did, B would have been included in the anime . superior
There he was. His beautiful Lawli-pop, asleep soundly in bed. Beyond couldn't help but wonder how many sleepless nights the detective had endured. L tended to nap in his chair whenever he grew exhausted. So why would he select a bed? They seemed to hurt his back.
B had tried for weeks to perfect L's way of sitting. But that damned crouched position was so uncomfortable, he could hardly sit that way for over five minutes. He didn't care. He would do whatever it took to think like L.
Perhaps this bed is just a decoy. Maybe he knows I have been following him for the past month. No, there isn't any way possible for him to have noticed. But what if he did… What if he has back up waiting in another room?
"No." B hissed, his fists tightly clenched at his sides. "I'm not allowing a few ridiculous thoughts cause to me back out of doing this. I have waited far too long to not follow through with my plans." The murderer quietly lifted L's bedroom window open, slipping through the small opening. He inhaled, enjoying the scent of his obsession. He loved the way Lawli smelled. He tried to perfect that, sweet sugary scent, but he could never seem to duplicate the fragrance.
B stood still, eyes wandering over ever crevice of the bedroom. In his fantasizes and dreams, he always imagined it to be a dark color, maybe a sapphire blue, or a dark grey hue. Defiantly not a dark red. The detectives bed was black with white sheets. Other than that, there was a small dresser and mirror across the room. "You're not one for decorations, are you Lawli? That's alright, I'm not either. Although I do enjoy the red walls. That was an excellent choice of color. Hopefully you will feel the same way when you see your new room."
Smirking, he silently stalked over to L's bed, dipping a cloth in chloroform. He immediately held it onto L's mouth, applying more pressure when the detectives' eyes flew open. B smirked, knowing the drug's effects would take over soon.
"Fall back to sleep," Beyond whispered in his duplicates ear. "Fall back to sleep." L's wide eyes fluttered shut, his body drooping downwards. "Good boy." B gently stroked his face, enjoying the smooth texture. He would love to slice his knife down that beautiful face, to mar it just like L had scarred his heart. Beyond bent down, pulling the blankets off the fully clothed L. "Why don't you sleep in pajamas like a normal person?" He muttered, "Hmm, you must have some reason."
"Near."
"…"
"Near…"
"Mmm?" Near rolled over, his bear clutched tightly to his chest. Mello groaned, trying to wrestle his blankets away from the younger teen. "Melwo?" Damn that little cotton ball. Why did he have to be so cute?
"You have all the blankets."
"Okay." Near made no effort to relinquish his vice on the blankets, but instead, clenched his small fist around them tighter, and buried his head into Mello's chest. The blonde chuckled. Jesus that sheep could piss him so badly, but other times, he could melt his heart. Now he was experiencing the latter.
"If you weren't adorable, I would kill you." Mello muttered, adjusting his position on the bed so he could wrap his arms around Near. "But then again, if I lost you, then I would lose myself, now wouldn't I?" He could feel the white haired boy slowly nod his head, not actually hearing a word he was saying. That was good for Mello. He never wanted Near to hear or remember what he said to him late at night.
"That's nice." Near breathed, before becoming limp. Mello quietly laughed once more, pressing his lips to Near's head. He pulled Near closer, wrapping his arms around the younger teen. Near was too damn cute. As much as Mello hated the bastard, he couldn't help but love him. His heart thudded at he thought those words. Love? Did he actually love Near? Or was it hormones, or the emotions Near caused him to experience. I just like him, that's all. I simply care about Near more than a friend, but less than a soul mate? No, that's not the right word. He liked him. That was it. There was nothing more to it. Mello had never loved anything, and he was positive it would always be that way. Well, I love my chocolate but that's a different, special sort of affection. "Mello?" Near's tired voice cleared all Mello's thoughts away.
"Yes?"
"Should I return to my room? What if Roger decides to check on me and I am not in my room?" Near never stayed a full night with Mello. He was always terrified that Roger would discover their secret.
"Roger never checks on us, Near. You should stay with me tonight." Mello loved having someone to hold, even if it was only for a few hours. It was…nice.
"No, I really should go. You know how homophobic that old man is, Mel." Near yawned and slid off the bed. "I will see you in the morning."
"I'll be outside your door," Mello whispered, gently kissing Near's cheek. He could feel the pale flesh burn beneath his lips. "Sweet dreams, Near."
Yeah, I told you would be short. I didn't really like this chapter, but the next one is my favorite. Yes, Mello x Near will the second major pairing in this fic 3