Near hated chocolate.
Dark, bitter, cloyingly sweet- he could never get past the sticky and sickly texture of the stuff, and like everything else about him, it had irritated Mello to no end.
Hated chocolate, yes. But he had never hated Mello.
"Freak", he'd say, "Who hates chocolate?" Shake his head, glare, go out to play football.
He'd liked Mello, really- fire and sparks and determination and charisma- everything Near had never possessed.
Sometimes Near's towers would be kicked down and his puzzles disjointed- though not so often as might be thought, because Mello was calmer than most people assumed at first sight, more logical, much more rational- because how else could he be second in line for L? Still, he was far more physical with his tempers than most and it showed in the dismal state of certain legos.
But Near still didn't hate Mello, because towers could be rebuilt and puzzles rejoined and why did it matter?
He was dead now, though. Nothing for it. There would be no working with him, no racing him, no scramble to get to the same end faster than the other.
So he ate a bar of the chocolate he hated in honour of the rival he didn't. And that was that.
Once again, rather a difference from my usual style. Although last weirdness was Soul Eater. But I digress.
I'm not sure if I like. Apologies for the shortness, but anymore would make it cumbersome to me.
Y'know that part at the very end? Near's eating chocolate? Yep. That's what I'm talking about.
Half-redo of an old fic that I deleted.
