Disclaimer: I do not own any of it. This story is an AU that takes place four years after episode 25. Mello and Near are older and there are other surprises and it is a yaoi. It is not meant for under-age readers due to the sexual content. I hope you enjoy. Please review or FLAME AWAY! I NEED IT!
Now or Never
In retrospect, it was all L's fault, Mello decided.
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L dipped his finger into the whipped cream that topped his ice cream sundae as he studied a case file. There was a slight chill in the room due to the damp and dreary English weather. Sighing, the detective started to get up to fetch himself a sweater when there was a knock at the door.
"L, its Mello," called a deep voice from the other side of the door.
"You may enter," L said, as he pulled on the sweater, his heart beginning to race in anticipation. He had waited all month for this. Finally the wait was over and he had been so caught up in his work that he had forgotten that this was the day.
A handsome young man with long blonde hair with bangs entered the room. He had his hair pulled back into a ponytail that lay flat against his neck and he still looked very masculine. He wore a tight black designer suit that fit his slim body perfectly. He was one of L's detectives-in-training and in line to be his successor one day. Right now, he served as a replacement for Watari, though there was no one who could ever take Whammy's place. L missed him more than he ever believed he could.
"The prisoner is here," Mello said, not sounding the least bit happy about it. "Shall we excute him today?"
L walked over to him and stroked his face. "I know how you feel about him, Mello. I'm sorry you don't like him," the detective said, his ebony eyes searching the blue ones of the Russian born man. L reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulled out a bar of chocolate, and handed it to Mello. "Here, I bet this will make you feel better."
The blonde took it but looked angrily at his beloved mentor. "I'm not a child anymore, L. Chocolate can't fix what happened! I just don't like him, I HATE him!," he yelled as he turned around and left the room, making sure he didn't make look at the prisoner as he left for fear he would do something he might regret.
How could L love someone like that when he had loved L since he was nine years old? Why couldn't L see he would do anything for him and had always been willing to please him?
IF anybody deserved L's love....
It was him.
Chapter 2- This chapter was meant to be short but I hope you liked it anyway. Chapter 2 is coming right up!