Imperfections
Everyone had their one weakness, their flaws, whatever you want to call it.
Right?
Not everyone. There's one boy who is the absolute perfect being. They say no one's perfect, but if they wanted the embodiment of Perfect, I'd show them that boy. The one who aways had better test scores then me. The one who, when faced with a challenge, thought it out carefully and planned ahead in time. The one whose emotions who didn't hold him back. He says that he is not perfect, and is the opposite. He says he's the definition of flawed. I always used to beat him up when he said that. and he would just walk away, uncaring how hard I beat him. How many bloody wounds he got. How the bruises hurt when he laid down to sleep in his perfect-sized cot, while mine was too small.
He makes me feel small, although he's smaller then I. He's short for his age, but too smart for it as well. No one should be able to figure the secret of life at the age of eight. When I say I know it, he says that's a lie and that I was bluffing. Nothing is flawed about him. Even when I try to get how out of my mind, his creamy white skin appears and haunts me until ngiht. Sleep is the only time I get rest from him. Even when he's asleep, he's perfect. No snoring, no moving around. Unlike myself, who snores slightly and tumbles out of the bed trying to get comfortable. When I tried to get ahead of him, it felt like my legs were stuck in the bogs of a swamp: the harder I tried pulling out, the deeper I sunk in. My hate for him blossomed throughout the years we were forced to spend together. It felt like I'd never reach my goal.
I studied all day and night, sleeping only when my body forced itself to. I abused myself while trying to reach for something that was unreachable. Soon, I left. I figured I wouldn't be missed, and I could get ahead of him the only way I knew how to: My using my attitude for something other then studying. I joined the Mafia. Lord knows why I chose specifically the Los Angles Mafia. And how I became the leader? I shot the previous one in a gunfight for dominance. Even a boy I had trusted in Wammys had come to find me after he came to the age where he could leave the house, like I had done. I never knew his real name, but his codename was Matt. He became my most trusted gang member. And my worst companion. If you wanted to see a guy with flaws, I could point you to Matt.
Matt was strange. He played video games all day and night, when he wasn't following my orders for the day. He also smoked. I told him he'd die one day because of that cancer stick, but he said not to worry about that. In the end, he died with a bang. I can't say I didn't miss him in the last few moments when I saw he had been shot. I did feel deep regret for him dieing.
Even, after all this time.. My rival, my secret friend, my perfect counter part... He lived. I also thought he'd be the last to die, since he was so well protected by that small group of his... I always told Matt I'd be the first to die when we joked about that kind of stuff. He'd always laugh and agree. Near.. You said you were flawed, but you never told me how...
Another drabble. Mello-centric, his thoughts mostly towards Near but as you can see also drift to Matt.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death note, or any of its characters.