I do not own Near, Mello, Wammy's House or anything else Death Note related.

I do, however own "Robert's fine quality milk chocolate-satisfying your chocolate needs since 1963" (but that doesn't really matter because there is no such thing), the wrighting it's self, Prince and Bandit. No strealing from me, please!

Thank you and enjoy the show!

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I rapped my knuckle against one of the many wooden doors into one of the dorm room of Wammy's House.

No answer.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I was the same as the last time I was here, yet it felt different. It didn't feel like Mello's room anymore.

I knew he had always shared the room with Matt, Prince and Bandit but to me it had always been him room. Only him room. It was supposed to be Mello's room. But now he was gone.

I walked over to Mello's bed – Mello's old bed now – and slid under the soft black covers and turned to lie on my stomach. I pressed my face into him pillow – the pillow, nothing here was his anymore. Not even me. The pillow smelt like axe, strawberry shampoo and chocolate – it smelt like Mello.

I slid both my arms under the sweet scented pillow and tried to absorb the smell, let it wash it's way around me.

Under the pillow my hand hit something. I pulled it back from beneath my head and turned onto my side to face the blank white wall that Mello had always hated.

I looked at the rectangle covered in shiny silver tin foil that had been under the pillow. I knew what it was before I turned it around and read the label. In large letters printed in black ink it read: ROBERT'S FINE QUALITY MILK CHOCLATE-SATISFYING YOUR CHOCOLATE NEEDS SINCE 1963.

I was surprised; if there was anything Mello would never leave behind it was his chocolate.

I peeled the foil away from a corner of the chocolate bar and brought it to my lips but hesitated.

I had never eaten chocolate before; I had always tasted it by the linger of Melllo's kiss or in his breathe when his face was just inches away from mine. I decided to keep it like that; or at least for now.

I recovered the chocolate in its silvery packaging and sat up. Crossing my legs I sat up and placed the chocolate on Mello's bed-side table – old bed-side table.

I suddenly felt my eyes fill up with water. A single tear flowed down my face and fell onto my hand which rested on my knee.

I couldn't recall any other moment when I had felt a tear roll down my face like that.

I thought of my parents, they were the first people to love me. They always told me they loved me with all their hearts because I was their first and only son. But they didn't love me for who I was, it didn't matter anymore, because they're gone, and I had never cried for them, not once.

I thought of L and Watari, they were the first people to ever call me amazing and brilliant. They were the first to make me believe I could do something with my life. But they loved me for my brain, and my talent, they barely even knew who I really was. But they were both gone, and I had not shed a single tear for either of them.

And then I thought of Mello, he loved – and that's all there was to it. He loved me for me, not for one or two specific reasons. I knew he hated some of my personality traits and my talents, but it didn't matter, because he still loved me. And I loved him too. And now that he's gone, I've cried for the first time that I could remember. He was gone, forever.

I twirled my finger around my hair like Mello had done a million times before and that single tear turned into so many more.

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Yup, that's it. Just a short oneshot. Favorites and Reviews are much appriciated.