I don't own Death Note or the songs used. This is to the Place-Your-Ipod-On-Shuffle-And-Write-A-Fic-Only-While-That-Song-Is-Playing thing, so that's why these are short.
They had always hated each other; that is a line that does not need to be spoken. However, it was a childish hate, only brought upon themselves due to their over sized egos and want – no, it was a need – to be number one.
Near just thought that the blonde would have grown out of it and gained some common sense by the time they were to meet again.
When he had heard the rough clatter of leather boots against the floor of the taskforce headquarters, he had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep from smiling. This was going to be his chance to see if his hopes had come true.
"Near." the deep voice snarled behind him. The white haired boy's hopes crashed down in burning ruins. The blonde haired boy was still exactly the same. He hadn't grown out of his childish tendencies.
"Yes Mello?" Near whispered, his voice clear of all emotion.
"I want my picture back. After this, we'll see who will catch Kira first and be number one."
What a shame, thought Near as he twisted the picture back and forth between his dainty fingers. Mello had became fragile and broken. Just like him.
Let the Flames Begin by Paramore