Rivalry Made Worse

Summary:

Nobody could have predicted this... Watari's funeral braught jealousy upon Mello he didn't know he had. He hated the white haired boy even more. If possible.

Authors Comments:

Okay, Okay... I know it has been utter AGES since I last updated, and I have a VERY valid reason! School, home and family stuff. I will explain more if you ask, but until then, this is a story I have been working on. This will be a multi-chapter, and I will update as quickly as possible.
Anyways, On With The story!

Enjoy.

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Chapter One:
The News.

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It already started out as a horrible day at Wammys. The blonde awoke to the sound of rain against his window. The pit pit pit nearly driving him insane. He threw his pillow over his head in a desperate attempt to drown the sound, forcing his face into the hard matress of his bed. So much for that idea. He sighed deeply, throwing both the pillow and the blanket he was under to the opposite side of the room. He looked around his empty room with disgust. He needed to get out. He jumped slightly as he heard a light tapp on his door. His hand quickly swoped to meet the messy and tangled blonde locks on his head, then in a husky voice, he game a rough; "What do you want?"

"Mello... We are wanted in the auditorium... There is an announcement that everyone in Wammys has to hear." Replied a female voice.

The blonde scowled, not even knowing the girl. He quickly changed into his tight leather pants and matching jacket. He walked over to the small mirror in the corner to check his hair, only to jump back in surprise. He looked like a lion! Mis hair was sticking up everywhere. The boy picked up a comb, quickly pulling his hair back into place. Only then did he notice the other presence in his room. One that was unwanted. Mello quickly turned around to see a pale boy with snow white hair sitting on his bed. The boy was still in his pajamas, which were also a ghostly white. The blonde glared towards the younger boy, a growl emitting from his throat. "What the hell are you doing in here, Near?!"

The young boy looked at the ground, a small hint of worry in his face. The boy was usualy good at hiding his emotions, but not today. "Mello... Do you remember the last time Wammy's got together for an announcement?" The boys gray eyes floated up to the leather-coated man. Well, not really a man. He was no more then 15. Near then closed his eyes, realizing he would get no answer. "They told us that L was leaving. He was the smartest and most talented of all of Wammys House. The day we were told to begin studying, to become his successors. something bad has happened, Mello. It may not have been to L himself, but someone important to Wammy's. I hope you see that."

Mello's glare on thw white haired boy intensified as he took a few steps towards him. He pushed the boy into his back, backward onto his bed. He recieved a small yelp of surprise form the young boy, then he watched himself pick him up by the collar of his loose pajama shirt. He leant in towards Near, his face so close that he could feel the younger boys quickened breath. Mello took a deep breath before screaming at the top of his lungs. "Do you think I need a 12 year old to tell me this?! Near, seriously, do you think I'm oblivious?" With that, he threw the boy back onto his bed and stormed out of his bedroom, leaving the dazed twelve year old laying on his bed.

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Before he knew it, Mello walked through the large doors of the auditoruim of Wammy's. He simply lened against the wall beside the door, chis chin pressed against the leather jacket on his chest. He heard curious chatter around him, all about different possibilities of why they were here. Most of the ones Mello heard were 'Do you think something happened to L?' And with each child who said this, another one of his nerves snapped. He heard a group of girls talking about it as they walked in, and his blood boiled. He coudln't take it anymore. He stormed to the front of the room and stood by the large stage, where a podium stood. He looked behind the curtains where he saw Roger, the caretaker, talking to someone hidden in the curtains.

The old man looked distraught, as if something were bothering him. Why else would he have called the whole orphinage to a meeting? Mello rolled his eyes before turning around just in time to watch the white haired boy walk through the double doors. He was talking in a whisper to a boy he had walked in with. Mello simply ignored him and turned around as he heard Roger walking onto the stage.

As everyone noticed, Roger was an old man. His gray hair - usualy neat and combed over his bald patch - now messy and scattered. His face was drooped, and a grim look shone through his features. Not happy. Everyone in the auditorium silenced after seeing the old man. Everyone knew something horrible happened. When Roger spoke, his voice was deep and hoarse. "Children of Wammys House, Orphinage for the very smart and gifted, I have some horrible news..." roger paused for a second to take a deep breath, most likely to calm himself. "Our founder, Watari, was killed by Kira back in Japan while helping L with the Kira Case."

The auditorium erupted with whispers, and even a few cries of sorrow. Mello simply stared up at the old man at the podium, a simple wave of pain flew into his chest, but he would never let it show. He looked into the audience where he spotted Near, who had the same look on his face. He was sad, but, Near was another to not show it. Mello respected him for that, and that alone. Mello saw the curtains move from the corner of his eye, then watched the saddened faces of Wammys to grow into a small smile. Nears face seemed to light up at the sight on the stage. This urked Mello's curiosity, so, he turned his head.

His first sight of the stage made his heart skip a beat. The man he had looked up to and respected for all of his life at Wammys was standing there. His messy black hair and dark eyes were unmistakeable. "L!" He whispered under his breath.

L walked to the podium and patted the old man on the back in a comforting way. He looked out into the audience and smiled down at everyone in a comforting way. L was like a celeberaty that grew up at Wammys, and everybody knew of him. His smile seemed to calm the children of Wammys. "Inhabitants of Wammys, I am L. Most of you know me personally from my living here for most of my life. I am here to explain the death of Watari." He looked around the audience until he made eye contact with Mello, making the blonde feel weak and insignificant under the older boys calming stare. L sent him a smile before giving the rest of Wammys the grim explination. "As you all know, Watari and I have been investigating a case in Japan. But the very murderer we were looking for had killed him. Watari, of course, had always wanted is funeral at Wammys. I put the case on hold, because Watari is someone special to all of us. He took us all in, right when we needed him. He gave us a home, and taught us to exel in our strong points. He made me who I am today, weird as I may be."

Many of the children of Wammys were crying by the time L finished, others looked simply astounded at his presence. He looked to Near, who smiled up at the older boy.

Near and Mello were the L protege's. The successors of L. They were training in the hardest of situations, incase the Great L passed, one of them would be able to take his place. L was still in the midst of training the boys, so neither of them were chosen yet, which is what created some of the tension between them. Somehow, Mello knew that having L here would make this one bumpy ride.

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Chapter One
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Okay everyone, I know it's kinda short, but, the story introduced itself and some of the characters.
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