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This is Mitsukai *heart*
I was watching House and I got this magnificent idea to write a Mello x Near fic on my internet-less laptop, hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1
"Near what's wrong with you!?" Mello screamed lifting the expressionless albino off the floor by his collar, "Don't you have any emotions!?"
"Yes." Near answered his face not even cracking in the slightest way to let emotion leak through..
"Then where the hell are they!?" Mello demanded violently shaking Near.
"I don't know." Near answered simply.
"How the fuck can you not know." Mello shook Near harder.
"Mello!" Matt yelled rushing over to the two boys and trying to pull Near out of Mello's grip, "Jesus Christ! What the hell did you do to him?!"
"What the hell are you—Oh Christ!!" Mello released his hold on Near and wiped his hands on his black pants.
"Damnit Near, that's gotta hurt, what'd he do to you?" Matt asked looking Near over frantically, "Mello, we've gotta get him to the infirmary!"
"What is going on?" Near asked looking between the two boys with a blank face.
"Near, you've got blood all over you! Don't you feel that?!" Mello asked before shaking his head and carefully picking Near up bridal style.
"Oh I see now. Did Mello injure me?" Near asked indifferent to the red substance soaking into his white pajamas.
"If I did, Near, wouldn't you have noticed?!" Mello asked while practically sprinting towards the infirmary.
"Oh my god, Mello what happened to him?!" A random kid asked as they passed her in the hall.
"Near's sick." Mello supplied quickly, not even bothering to spare her a passing glance. Matt shrugged at the girl sympathetically.
"Matt, if he's hurt and he didn't feel it, there's definitely something wrong with him," Mello said looking worriedly at the emotionless boy in his arms.
"Maybe… he's just… I dunno, immune to pain." Matt failed miserably at trying to come up with a good explanation.
"Impossible. Matt, are you really third in the house?" Mello scrutinized but didn't stop to criticize his friend any further.
"Dude, Mello…" Matt said looking down at the small boy who was starting to fall asleep.
"Near, Near! Stay with me little guy!" Mello shook Near gently and quickened his pace.
"Roger!!" Mello yelled desperate for help from anyone who would offer it, "ROGER!!"
"What ya'll hollerin' 'bout Yeller Meller?" a boy with a thick southern accent asked as he walked out of his room rubbing his ears.
"Feldspar! Damnit, something's wrong with Near!" Mello yelled stopping in front of the southern boy frantically. Feldspar looked at him surprised before looking at Near and swearing.
"What in the sam hell did ya'll do ta 'im?" Feldspar asked looking Near over and then frowning, "Looks like he's sweatin' blood."
"No shit Sherlock." Mello growled taking a menacing step towards Feldspar.
"All right Yeller Meller! I get it! I'll have mah Gypsum come down an' help ya'll with your white kin." Feldspar backed down putting his hands up in surrender. Mello growled at Feldspar's ridiculous nicknames for him and Near before continuing his journey to the infirmary.
"Mello, am I going to die now?" Near asked without the faintest hint of emotion.
"No." Mello answered firmly, he didn't show it but he was taken back by how emotionlessly Near could talk about his own death. How could he really not care if he died or lived? What kind of hell had he come from that could make him that indifferent? A whole flood of horrifying scenes involving Near and various painful tortures being inflicted on him by faceless, nameless people. Each one made him more and more worried about the fragile boy in his arms and with that worry came an overwhelming need to protect him from further harm both at his own hands and the hands of others that did or would in the future, wish the albino harm. Mello was pulled back into reality when they finally reached the infirmaries swinging double doors coated in a peeling layer of pale white paint that flaked away to reveal a sickly salmon color underneath. Mello didn't waste any time getting Near inside the medical wing, he kicked the door open scaring the doctors inside half to death and scattering more of the cracking paint onto the floor.
"Something's wrong with Near so get off your fat asses and help him!" Mello yelled effectively shattering the peaceful atmosphere in the empty infirmary for the second time.
"Mello?" one of the nurses asked with concern when they saw the blood coating his arms in a grotesque red film then quickly changed their attitude when they caught sight of Near, "What did you do to him!?"
"Mello brought me to the infirmary." Near answered keeping his normal stoic face unchanged as he defended his counter part.
"Near needs fucking help NOW!" Mello ordered stepping towards the nurse angrily. Mello was in no mood to deal with the older woman's accusations, Near needed immediate medical attention and he'd be damned if he let this woman yell at him for trying to get him it
"Alright, come to think of it, this isn't the first time we've seen Near in here…" The nurse chided accusingly, "This way Mello."
"Mello, Why are you carrying me?" Near asked suddenly, staring up at Mello with his normal abnormally blank stare, "I have a case, I need to go."
"Near…" Mello said at a loss for words, Mello knew that Near had no unfinished cases for that day and he seemed even more detached than normal. That scared Mello.
"Mello," A female voice called from the entrance with a well hidden southern accent snapping Mello out of his panic, "My brother said that you wanted me to see Near?" The girls eyes scanned the room before focusing in on Near.
"Gypsum, I thought we told you to let us do our job." A nurse said in sickly-sweet voice pulling Gypsum out of what ever thoughts she was having about Near's ailment, the look in her eyes made it needless to say that it pissed her off.
"Face it girly, you need my help, you don't know shit 'bout what's happenin' to him." Gypsum said glaring at the nurse furiously, a storm raging in her violet eyes that promised pain to anyone that dare oppose her.
"Any who, Mello, I heard you asked for me." Gypsum said with a complete change of heart hobbling over to Mello on her purple crutches and smiling friendlily at him.
"Yeah, now help Near." Mello glared at her but was trying to be polite.
"Near, are you lactose intolerant?" Gypsum asked grabbing a stray clipboard with plain notebook paper on it, the first sheet had some nonsensical drawings of an orange cat and a grey mouse fighting on it with a clueless looking girl and a black dog in the background, Gypsum rolled her eyes and tore it out crumpling it into a ball in the process and threw it on the ground.
"Yes." Near answered watching the paper ball roll across the floor.
"What is your ethnic background?" Gypsum asked after scribbling down his first answer.
"Mostly Thai but some Mediterranean on my mothers side." Near answered again without hesitation or emotion. While Gypsum was writing it down Mello brought her a cheap plastic chair from the desk at the front and she quietly thanked him before sitting down and handing him her crutches which he carefully put on the ground near her.
"Is this the first time that this has happened?" She asked placing the clipboard on her knees.
"Yes." Near answered settling his gaze on the clipboard.
"Have you ever been an emotional person?" she asked quickly glancing up at him from the clipboard.
"I believe that I used to be but now I am not." He answered still refusing to change his expression even the slightest.
"You do understand that you may die don't you?" Gypsum looked up at him from the clipboard to see his reaction this time.
"Yes." Near answered not meeting her eyes and keeping the same tone he had since everything started.
"How does that make you feel?" Gypsum inquired furrowing her eyebrows in concern and leaning forward in her chair.
"It doesn't." Near said looking her dead in the eye. She couldn't detect the faintest of emotions in those cold grey eyes, no flicker of fear, no sliver of sadness, no jolt of joy, no remnant of remorse, nothing.
Gypsum paused for a moment before continuing her questioning, "Do you consent to any and all treatment?"
"Yes." Near answered unchangingly.
"Alright, Thank you Near." Gypsum smiled and nodded at him then turned to the doctors, "Check his Kidneys and… check if he's asleep."
"Asleep?" The female nurse asked skeptically.
"Just do what I stay and he might live." Gypsum ordered keeping her eyes on Near but his facial expression did not change, nor did the hollow look in his eyes that chilled her to the bone.
"Mello, I'm going to prepare treatments, do you want to know what I think he has?" Gypsum asked looking at Near with concern etched on her face, she didn't wait for Mello's response, "Mediterranean Fever."
"What?" Mello asked genuinely confused.
"To google." Matt said unenthusiastically standing then walked over to one of the nurses computers."
"Mello, it fits." Matt said motioning Mello over, "Dude, this shit has Near written all over it!"
"Symptoms, are basically no emotion, kidney failure, sleep walking, and excreting blood through the pores." Matt summed up the article on the page.
"Gypsum," one of the doctors called through the sound of the beeping monitors and Matt's voice, "His Kidneys, he's not in good shape."
"How soon an we get him a transplant and can you actually do it?" Gypsum asked with doubt.
"With L's concern and hook ups," The first nurse paused, "We're doing the operation in five hours tops."
"Let the treatments begin." Gypsum smiled genuinely and ushered Mello and Matt out.
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Mello sat alone in the waiting room later that night, it was around two AM and Matt had left hours ago for bed. Mello was mumbling quiet prayers to himself, he hadn't even known that he really gave a damn about Near until he'd seen Near covered in his own blood. That had scared the shit out of him, he couldn't even think straight right now, all that he could do was pray that Near would be ok. There was nothing he could even do to help the younger boy.
"Damn, it took this to make me realize it?" Mello asked himself scornfully, he cared about Near, once he'd thought about it he knew it. He wouldn't have carried Near all the way to the Infirmary if he didn't care. He wouldn't still be there if he didn't care.
Mello heard the sound of the infirmary door swinging open along with the sound of rubber hitting tile and whipped his head in the direction it came from.
"Oh! Mello, you can go in now," Gypsum yawned but was none the less surprised, "I'm going to bed. He'll be waking up soon."
"What?! I thought he just got out of surgery?" Mello knew that it took longer than a few minutes for some one to wake up from anesthesia.
"Actually he got out of surgery a while ago," She explained, "We just thought you'd be gone already. We had no idea you were waiting."
Mello didn't even bother swearing at her, he just pushed the swinging hospital doors open and ran on through.
"Where is he?" Mello demanded storming over to the first doctor he saw.
"Mello, I don't think-" they started glancing nervously at one of the other doctors.
"I don't give a damn what you think," Mello hissed aware that somewhere in the room Near was sleeping peacefully, "Just tell me where Near is."
The doctor sighed and shook his head, pointing towards one of the rows of white curtained beds.
"Thanks." Mello said brusquely. He quickly walked between the two rows of identical beds, his chin length hair flying behind him. He stopped when he saw a bed with a small figure in it surrounded by beeping and whirring machines. Mello followed the IV drip to a pale arm lying on top of the covers. Near was wearing a short-sleeved, pale white hospital gown that matched his sheets and the curtain around his bed that was drawn back so it wasn't hiding the patient from view.
"Near…" Mello whispered walking towards the bed. There was a yellow plastic chair next to the bed from when Gypsum had been asking questions but Mello ignored it and fell to his knees next to Near's bed.
"I'm sorry, I really am." Mello whispered gently touching Near's hand with his own.
"Mmn." Near made a small childish noise and rubbed his eyes with his IVless hand before opening his eyes and fixing his gaze on Mello, "Mello?"
"Oh God Near!" Mello was practically crying for joy and he gingerly embraced Near, "Please, tell me that you're alright!"
"Mello?" Near asked tilting his head to the side and reaching his hand out towards Mello but his hand froze halfway. "M-Mello?!"
Mello let him go and moved back a little when he heard Near's voice raise with fear.
"Near?" Mello asked looking at him oddly.
"Mello-Mello hates me! Mello likes to hurt me!" Near cried trying to get as far away from Mello as his condition would let him. Mello shook his head in denial.
"I'm sorry, I really am, just give me some time to explain," Mello said apologetically and reached for Near, "Now settle down or you'll hurt yourself." Mello said soothingly for the first time in a long time.
"Mello, I'm confused." Near said letting Mello reposition him in a comfortable and safe position.
"Shhh, it's ok." Mello comforted Near gently stroking his hair, "You're ok. Let's start out new." Mello backed up and extended his hand to Near, "My name's Mello, I'm thirteen years old, I like chocolate and dislike steamed vegetables. My blood type is type A and I was born on December thirteenth."
"I'm Near, I like toys and I'm not sure what I really dislike. I'll turn thirteen in two weeks. My Blood type is B and I was born on August twenty-fourth." Near said smiling at Mello. Mello couldn't help but smile back
"Your birthday is sixteen weeks before mine. No fair." Mello fake pouted and Near laughed. Hey, you'd laugh if Mello fake-pouted at you and you know it!
"…cute." Mello mumbled, thankfully Near didn't hear him.
"Oh! Mello, Thank you for taking me to the Infirmary." Near said sending another adorable smile Mello's way.
"Any time." Mello smiled back at him and felt his heart flutter a little.
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Yes I am alive… for now. flame if you feel like it, I don't mind.
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