Mello hated the albino. No question asked. He hated those empty victories his dear rival would smother himself in and how everyone would applaud him.
I bet he loves it, he always thought bitterly. He must think he is so great.
The blonde once again convulsed at the pain. The heart throbbing pain that was soon going to take his living breath away. It hurt, he thought. Damn it hurts. And the worst part? He couldnt do anything about it. Mello, the prodigious mafia leader who had the nation at his feet was finally struck by kira.
Shit, all this pain i'm going through was so that you could win again, Near, his conscience shouted. I always hated you...
But at his last moment, the epoch to another life, he was thinking about no other than his dear rival. His thoughts were clouded with the memoirs of his early days, spent with those at Wammys and Near. The vacant looking boy in the corner that refused every and all invite to play outside, The number one.
Ever since Near entered his life, Mello has always been looked upon as the dirty second best, the person who was better than everyone else but was still not good enough. The person who would try so hard and yet, still come out just that little bit less. He hated the feeling of being so close, but not quite reaching the finish line on time. Always a few milliseconds behind his dear rival, Near.
It tore him apart when he looks upon the dreaded test ranks and finds his name printed beneath the name of his disgust.
Near – 96
Mello – 94
Matt – 87
And than there goes again with the questions he has all too long embed the answer in to his mind.
Why?
Why am I not good enough?
Why cant I win myself the name of the beloved first place?
The poor blonde would look at the small, frail albino with adoration clouded by anger; his eyes glaring daggers at the petit boy. Everything about the kid annoyed him. How his long and slender, piano playing fingers reached up to twirl a piece of alabaster strand or the crooked way he sat with one leg pulled towards his thin frame as if to offer translucent protection. Oh how he hated the little boy's sitting posture, as if he was cowering away from the blonde, it made Mello's blood boil to see his rival so weak looking.
But
Everyone was blinded by the hatred Mello projected at Near; even Mello himself. He was so caught up in his one sided rivalry that even he did not notice his feelings for Near becoming stronger until it consumed them both. As time passed, wariness turned to want, anguish turned to longing and before they knew it, hate turned to like, and than something a little more. Love.
Mello 'loved' Near. What a joke right... It seemed impossible really, both so different and the added on rivalry (one sided off course). The childish and immaculate Near and the raging furnace that is Mello. Two sides of a coin. And Yet to say, Mello 'loves' Near.
He loved him ever since he laid eyes on a 6 years old Near, but he was too blinded to see. And now its too late.
Mello's last breath came easily and his eyes closed slowly.
Haha Near, guess what? Turns out I love you...
A.N: I wanted to... yeah I dont know what I wanted to write but this kinda came out... so yeah... sorry that it was rushed, I was tired and it was late.