Here we go, my first multi-chaptered story! (That I've published anyway)

Disclaimer: I own nothing used in this story. Nothing. Actually, I own the lyrics to Near's song!

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"Guess where we are?" Mello's teasing voice said as he pulled the blindfold from Near's eyes. His eyes flickered over the park, taking in every detail.

"This is where Mello first asked me out."

"Yes! And I'm about to give you a whole new reason to remember it." Near's eyes widened a fraction of an inch. Mello smirked. "It's over." Near blinked, looking oh-so-slightly confused. "Why? Many reasons Near. Should I list them all?" Mello barreled on, not waiting for a response. "One, you're so freaking emotionless. I can't date some one like that. You're boring and childish. Also, guess what?! I don't need you any more. See, I was using you for a record deal. You may be a multi-platinum singer Near, but now I have my own record deal. Thanks."

Near just stood still, watching the ominous swishing of Mello's black trench coat as he walked away.

"This is Misa-Misa with Entertainment Now! Have you heard the latest about the golden couple? Well, a rep from Mello says the split was-" A manicured finger pushed the power button.

"This isn't healthy."

"I can take care of my self." Halle raised an eyebrow, looking around at the room. It looked like a toy store had exploded. Standing from her bent position, Halle placed a stack of papers on the bureau next to Near's bed.

"Those have to do with your up-coming tour. Look over them, then just return them to Rester. He's making tomato soup and cheese soufflés for dinner tonight. You will be eating with us, correct?"

Near shook his head, twisting a white curl around an equally pale finger. "I would prefer to eat in my room. I will be reading the information." Halle nodded sharply, then turned heel and left.

Mello hadn't actually done anything since the day he had broke up with Near. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. "Matt, I'm bored. Entertain me." Matt kept playing his Playstation 3. "MATT!" Hitting the pause button, Matt pushed up his goggles.

"If you're so bored, you could start working on those songs you promised Light." Light was Mello's manager and Mello had told him he would have at least two songs for his album by Wednesday.

"I don't want to. Dammit, I finished my chocolate bar." Mello heaved himself off the brown couch and began walking to the kitchen to replenish his chocolate. Matt turned Infamous back on and began shooting away. "Hey! when did you buy a radio?"

With an exasperated sigh Matt paused his game again and joined Mello in the kitchen. "A couple days ago. I wasn't aware I needed your permission." Mello turned to glare at him. Twisting back around, Mello fiddled with a few chrome dials and managed to get it to tune on to a station blasting Hannah Montana. Quickly Matt swooped in and changed the station. It was playing a song from Near's latest album.

"Upside down

I find that nothing's quite the same

Black and White

Sometimes I feel-"

"Turn that crap off right now Matt."

L was at the grocery store when he first saw it. "Mello and Near Split? Interview inside!" Honestly, you couldn't blame L for not knowing. He didn't watch television except for the news. Quickly throwing the magazine down on the conveyor belt with the two cakes, one vanilla, one chocolate, the pound of green tea leaves and a tube of frosting, L anxiously got out his wallet.

Settling comfortably in his favorite sitting position, L pulled out the magazine and tube of frosting. Interview on page six. Uncapping the frosting L opened to page six. Skim reading it, one particular section jumped out.

T: How do you feel about your relationship with Mello?

N: I think we are both very happy, and I expect us to stay together for a while.

*Note: This interview was done one week before the split.*

L sighed, squirting a gob of frosting into his mouth. Reaching over to the phone, he picked it up using two fingers.

Near did not particularly want to go on tour right now. But, he was not one to back out of scheduled things. So when he showed up bright and early, silent as a ghost, on the tour bus Halle was prepping, she wasn't too startled. He settled down on a window seat, arranging a blanket around his white pajama clad legs. Grasping a robot in each hand, he began to softly clash them together.

Gevanni and Rester soon filed on the bus, the latter sitting in the driver's seat, and the former unfolding a gigantic road map. "First stop, Boston."

A/N: I know it's fairly short. I just felt this was a good place to stop and also, I would love to hear what anyone thinks before getting in way deep. This idea just wouldn't leave me alone, so hear it is! Anyway, please review. Constructive criticism is appreciated, flames are not.