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I will finish this one too. XD I will not abandon! (Hugs MelloxNear fic-)

One year before a 15 year old blonde-haired boy chose to leave an orphanage in Winchester, England…

He realized…

You are always better than me, Near, why? You never even have to study – you just know things. Every time I compare myself to you I am filled with hate. Every time... I deserve to be L's successor! I have earned his glory!

He hates a boy named Near (Nate River) because…

No… It's not just about glory. I love and respect L more than you will ever know. He is my hero, my god, and my savior. I may not believe in god but you, Near are the devil; Lucifer. You are greedy. You had it all but you chose to rebel against emotion, you have chosen to close the doors to whatever is left of your unsanitary little heart; you are nothing more than a machine. You Lucifer were one of god's favorite angels! But I'll show L I am better than you, Near! I'll show L I am pure and uncontaminated! I'll become god's favorite angel!

I hate you, Near so much because…

I love you.

And I loathe everything you are.

He loves and loathes him. But will he tell, 'Near'?

There's no denying it, Near. You are better than L, you are better than god. Your intelligence is even greater than god's and mine put together… but... WHY WOULD GOD WANT SOMEONE BETTER THAN HE; HIMSELF TO SUCEED HIM?!

I am L's equal. I have worked so hard to become #1…! But I'm only second best… the world's 'runner up'. Why is that? Because you're here!

I, Mello deserve to succeed L! Not you, Lucifer!

I only wanted to become #1… to become L.

And the only way to do that is…

By eliminating you!



I'm nothing but a parasite to you, Near. You know nothing about L. Nothing! He is purer than you in every single way, he isn't just a machine, he is more than that! He is L; He is god.

You can't become god!

I hate you so much that I love you too much for you to become more of a machine than you already are!

…………………………………………………………

"Gah … h!" Mello awoke to bang his head against the top of the bed above him. What the hell was I thinking?! Mello lazily rolled off of his lower bunk (Matt; his best friend and him shared bunk-beds) and staggered slowly to his feet; having just woken up his head filled with unsteadiness, he lost his breath and fell onto the cold hard tiles beneath him.

BEEP.

BLIP.

CRASH.

So Matt was awake playing one of his video games, then? It didn't surprise Mello much; his friend was always staying up late at night playing Metroid Fusion or Pokemon Diamond. Maybe this is why Matt is failing tests and 3rd in line to become L? Mello thought mustering up all of his morning strength to pull himself up-off of the ground and to his full height.

GAME OVER, N00B, YOU CAN TRY AGAIN NEXT TIME.

"Fucking, tard!" Matt screamed throwing his pillow at the wall; it whizzed over Mello's hair almost nailing him in the face.

A white-haired boy sleeping in the bottom-bunk of a bunk bed a few feet away in the same room suppresses a moan irritated by the noise and pulls his blanket over his head.



"Why the hell do I always die on this fucking one-eyed boss level, you have one fucking eye, how the hell can you be this hard to beat?!" This yelling wasn't out of the ordinary, really; Matt acted like this almost all of the time when he lost or died in a video game.

"Matt…" Mello started, "It's not the end—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, MELLO!" This wasn't surprising either. Everyone in the Wammy's house knew to leave Matt the hell alone when he was intact with playing his video games… Well everyone except Mello and Near that is.

The white-haired boy removes his blanket and shifts his bodyweight forward off of the bed and onto his feet and starts to move towards the door.

SHUFFLE.

SHUFFLE.

Upon Hearing the noise the young Mello turns to look towards the white-haired boy who was walking away carrying a stuffed teddy bear. Now being the Mello that he is he would have been alright and ignored the person who was walking out of the room to sleep somewhere else because of him and Matt's quarreling… if that person didn't just so happen to be Near, Lucifer. Now to Mello this was one of the greatest of insults.

Near had the power to humiliate someone without even saying a word.

Near also had the power to stab someone without a sword.

Two powers Mello didn't have and would kill for.

A bright red glare illuminated Mello's eyes as he ran and pounced upon the lanky Near who was taking his time strolling out of the room. As if he wanted to be seen and make an impression! Mello pinned Near to the ground and ripped the teddy bear out of the pale boy's lifeless-looking hands.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Mello screamed at the boy.

The wide ebony eyes just stared back at him. Annoyed or confused? Mello could not tell.



"Answer me!"

The boy still gave no answer; instead he brushed Mello off of him like a newborn flea and grabbed his stuffed bear attempting to leave the room again.

"Where are you going, Near?!" Mello knew where the boy was going, but he felt he had to ask the question anyways; to stay on top.

The 13 year old boy just kept walking.

Finally Mello had enough; braced with anger he attempted to lunge at the younger boy and swing his fist at him. He was startled when Near caught his fist in mid-throw stopping the impact before it even happened. The Bastard.

:.:.:.:

Mello you fool, you never change; you always over-looking my strength; one of the simplest of things.

"Why?!" The blonde-haired older boy replied.

Near couldn't take it anymore, as if Mello did not know 'why' he was always beaten; whether by lack of intelligence or overly emotionality Mello was a stupid fool.

"Because you're overly emotional and cannot contain your—" Near was cut off as Mello jerkily grabbed Near by the shoulders and twisted him around until they were face-to-face or eye-to-eye. Near was surprised to see Mello's face stained with tears, Mello never cried… Well except once when he accidently hit Mello with a football after Mello offered to teach him how to play the 'game'; this was the mistake that started the war between he and Mello.

"Why?! Isn't being emotional a good thing?!" Mello grabbed Near's shirt by the collar and shifted his green tear-stained eyes towards the younger boy while burying his face in Near's shirt, "Why are you always better than me?!" Mello's voice cracked through the night air like a knife, "Why?!" Mello's tears were staining Near's pajama shirt, "Why?!"

You fool, Mello, Near looked at the older boy who was crying over him. "Let go of my shirt, now." He commanded Mello but Mello did not move.

"Now!"

"…. No …" Mello looked up at Near, his face was beaming a mixture of red and pink.

Fool. "Let go," Near stared down at the older boy emotionless like a machine.

"No…!"

"You have one last chance, Mello."



"No…!"

"Why not?!" The younger boy commanded.

"Because…" Mello looked away shyly, his face was flushing red.

"Well? I'm waiting."

Mello leaned over and whispered into Near's ear so quietly even the younger boy hardly heard it, "I think I like you."

PREVIEW TO THE NEXT CHAPTER:

"No..."

"I only wanted to be L... I only wanted to be you, Near..."

"No...!"

"I only wanted to be (with) you..."