AN: So uh hi. Welcome to the first fanfic I've ever written. It's actually just like a little erm drabble I guess. I wrote it on my iTouch...Well actually it's the only piece of creative writing I've ever done. In my life. So uhm try not to flame me to crispy ashes ;^; but criticism welcome and all that. So tell me if you find something wrong! (Which you won't because I'm perfect LOL) ._."
Totally necessary disclaimer: I TOTALLY own Death Note. That's exactly why I'm sitting here on my piles and piles of cash writing fanfiction about my own series. Because I can do that.
Not really. Anyway en-joy. ~
-Mission Accomplished-
He braced himself against the cold wall, blonde hair and black fabric pressed to white marble for what seemed like an eternity, relaxing his stance only when the sound of footsteps receded and disappeared completely into another corridor.
With a sigh of relief and a tug of his rosary, the blonde boy was off again, moving swiftly in the dark like a nocturnal cat. Silently, he plunged forward through the path he had come to memorize, expertly rounding corners and breezing through hallways without making even the smallest noise.
It was somewhere around 3:00AM on a cold February morning. Mello was fully aware that this was much past normal waking hours, but he needed to get this over with as soon as possible. If he were caught wandering about at such hours, he would surely be questioned, and authorities on his case was something the blonde certainly didn't need.
No, he could not afford any setbacks. This was one time when Mello really couldn't afford to come in second, as was usual for the competitive boy. He needed more than anything to pull through with this mission; it was his most important one yet.
And then, in the briefest moment, it seemed as though some evil higher force had been listening to Mello's thoughts.
"Shit," he breathed, as he stopped dead in his tracks, hearing the familiar footsteps from before once again approaching, sounding closer and closer with each step.
No, he thought, No no no no no no! Even in the lack of lighting, Mello could identify the figure, several yards away. Afraid to even so much as breathe, the blonde boy quietly reached his hand up to touch his vest softly, making sure that the crucial item was still intact and tucked safely underneath the rough material.
His fingers brushed the beads of his rosary and, in a sudden rush of adrenaline and faith, he dashed, as quickly and silently as he could manage, into the dark corridor and past the figure's turned back.
It wasn't until Mello had reached his destination, a thick mahogany door emblazoned with the number 113, that his body and mind fully registered the fact that he had made it without being captured.
Still high on adrenaline, Mello reached into his vest and shoved the heavy door forward, bursting all too confidently into the room.
"Near!" he cried, thrusting out the mysterious object—a single rose—into the face of the (very surprised) small, ethereal boy in the center of the room.
"W-will you be my Valentine?"
Ohhhh it's over? Already? Thank goodness. - u - '' So um yup. I hope you liked it. Did you like it? Did you? Yes? Please say yes! *sweatdrop.*
No just kidding you don't have to like it. And just to clear things up, the setting is Wammy's and Near and Mello are still kiddos. ;w; And I couldn't think of a better number for Near's door...; A; Have a good day and thanks for reading. :
~tako