Hello fellows. This is my first fic, so I hope you guys like it. Inspired by the song "Waiting for the end" (Linkin Park) and a lil' bit of "Mad world" (Gary Jules).
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note!
P/S: I'm not England or American, so please forgive me for my poor English...
Mello met him on a normal, too normal winter day: cold, snowy, grey sky... The boy arrived at Wammy's House like fresh fallen snow - sudden but gentle and unnoticed.
A grumpy seven-year-old blonde was finding some chocolates. The hall was silent (since everyone was in their room). When Mello passed the Common room, something white caught his eyes. He turned his head...
Mello froze.
Sitting there, in the middle of the room, was a small boy... He was so white: his skin was pale and smooth like porcelain. His short curly white hair looked so soft. The boy wore oversized white pyjamas...
And he was glowing (or at least, Mello thought so).
The albino was solving a blank puzzle, one leg up to his chest, and one delicate hand twirling a white lock now and then.
He was like an angel, a fallen angel...
But those eyes, those big, onyx and abyss-liked eyes, they were lifeless, unreadable,...
Emotionless.
Mello gulped. He walked into the room and chocolate'd been long forgotten.
"Hey".
The white-clad boy looked up, locked his eyes with the blondes. Mello could feel those eyes looking through him, reading him like an open book.
"You're new, right?"
The small boy nodded, turning his eyes on the puzzle again.
"Well, I'm Mello and I'm seven. You?" Mello smiled.
"Near. I'm five." The younger boy whispered, but the blonde heard it anyway.
Since that first meeting, Mello came to the Common room and talked with Near everyday. Actually, Mello would just eat his chocolate while watching Near and the snowy boy would play with his toys. Sometime, they talked about politics, psychology,... things like that.
Being around Near and spending time with him was interesting, Mello admitted. He found the boy quiet, smart (too smart for his age) and cute. But Mello could never understand Near. He was different, unique. He was a mystery.
Near was special.
Their little relationship just went like that, until they had there first test together. For the first time in his life, Mello was second best, right after Near.
The chocoholic stormed into the Common room, where a certain albino was building a small house of dice.
"Hello Mello." Near greeted in monotone. Mello didn't respond. Instead, he knocked down Near's building. The white-haired boy remained silent.
"You're just lucky this time, twit!" The blonde said, his voice full of venom. "I'm L's successor, not you. You and me are now rivals!" With that, Mello stormed off the Common room. He missed the slight sorrow in Near's eyes.
From that moment, their friendship, their life, everything had changed...forever.
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: love/hate? Review please!