Near was almost asleep when the door to his room opened. He unburied his face from the pillow and peered at the boy standing in his doorway.
The hall was dark, so he could barely make out the silhouette of the blonde boy.
"Mello?" he asked groggily, "what are you doing here?"
"Shh." Mello whispered quietly, stepping into the room and shutting the door gently with a soft click. He padded towards the bed on silent feet. He sat down on the foot of the bed, the mattress creaking and sinking under the added weight.
"Mello, what do you want with me?" Near asked, confused. This was a perfectly suitable question for the current situation. Mello despised the white haired boy.
Mello leaned forward, a concerned expression etched into his features.
"Near, you and I are the closest ones to L." he said quietly.
"Yeah." Near said sleepily. "Mello, I hardly think that waking me up in the middle of the night to point out something so obvious is necessary."
"No, it's just that... it's just that I have this feeling that something bad is going to happen to L. I. . I think that Kira is going to kill him."
Near leaned up, an uneasy feeling settling in his stomach.
"That's impossible." he stated simply, hoping to dismiss it.
"I know but," Mello said, worry thick in his voice, "I just feel it."
"Feel what? Instinct? A gut feeling?"
"No. . . not a gut feeling. . ." he turned his eyes to look at Near, placing his hands over his heart. "In my heart, Near. I feel it in my heart."
Near blinked at Mello.
"T-that's ridiculous. You're letting your emotions get in the way of your reasoning ability."
Mello looked crestfallen. "I suppose. . . it's just, it feels so true."
"Look Mello, just go back to bed. It'll be gone in the morning." Mello looked at Near, then leaned forward and hugged the smaller boy.
"I hope your right Near. Oh God, I hope you're right."
Then Mello got up and escaped from the room, leaving nothing behind but a shocked boy and an indent in the sheets.
Near pulled the blankets tighter around himself, feeling awfully cold all of a sudden. Now he too had this feeling of dread welling up inside him.
He rolled over and closed his eyes, making himself believe that L was ok.
He, of course, wasn't.
Mere days after this conversation, one they both wanted to pretend never happened, L was murdered by Kira.
Mello had pushed that conversation into the back of his mind for years. Only now did he remember it, that same feeling gripping his heart.
Only, this time it was him afraid of Kira's wrath.
I posted this to let you all know I'm still alive. It's also an apology at my horribly late updates. I can assure you that I have an excuse, and that When The Saints Come Marching In chapter 8 will be up shortly. I'm almost done typing it up, so rejoice!
Anyway, I found this on my computer when I was cleaning out old documents and thought is was nice enough to share. I hope you like you it! And maybe if you leave nice reviews telling me to hurry my ass up, I'll get the chapters I have due finished.