Cure for Sickness
Near tossed and turned in his bed, trying to go back to sleep. After a few minutes of tossing and turning he gave up, mumbling incoherently. Fate was never on his side when he got sick. 'Of all the days I could've gotten sick on... Why did I have to get a sore throat, a runny nose, and a major headache the day Mello and I were going on a picnic together?' Near thought dejectedly.
Bang! Boom! Crash!
"Oh no..." Near sighed exasperatedly. Rolling off the bed, the white haired boy slowly made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
'I'm not surprised,' Near thought amusedly, taking in his surroundings. The counter tops were covered with flour and the floor, with something wet-- most likely milk that failed to enter the bowl. The kitchen sink was piled with a mountain of dirty dishes. At the sight of Mello in an apron crushing eggs in his hands, Near couldn't help but snort.
Mello turned around sharply, wiping his hands on his manly apron. "Oh, Near... You're up," he said nervously. Both his cheeks were smeared with flour and his hair was slathered with a mixture of butter and eggs. Not to mention, his leather clothing was all ruined.
Near gave Mello a tired look, "What in the name of God are you doing, Mello?" He smiled to himself as he watched the blond try to make up an excuse.
"I was... Well, uh..."
Near raised an eyebrow. "You were what?"
"Iwastryingtomakeacakeforthepicnic-" Mello gasped out in one breath.
Near blinked owlishly, 'So that was why.' "What was that Mello? You said that a bit too fast for me to comprehend," he lied.
"You're lying to me, Near!" Mello glared. "You're teasing me again, aren't you?" He turned his back on Near, swearing at nothing in particular.
"Yes," The white haired boy answered, giving his lover a weak smile. "I'm sorry, Mello. I won't be able to go on the picnic today. I'm sick."
Mello turned around, and in a flash, he was in front of Near, pressing the smaller boy's forehead against his own. "No wonder you woke up pretty late this morning. Your cheeks are all red and your voice sounds scratchy," Mello yelled, mostly to himself. Near was sure that Mello intended it to be whisper, but since when was blond boy ever capable of whispering?
"What are you doing up anyways?"
"I couldn't sleep with all the noise you were making in the kitchen, so I-" Before Near could finish his sentence, Mello lifted him up bridal style and carried him to the bedroom.
He gently placed Near in his bed and covered the small boy with a blanket. "Sorry about the kitchen, I'll clean it up for you. In return, you better get a good rest for me." Mello smiled-- though it really looked like smirk-- and kissed Near on the lips. After his lover left, Near couldn't help but touch his lips and smile happily.
'Strange. I feel better already.'
I realize that this is probably very out of character. I don't know anything about Mello or Near aside from their names and the fact that they're from Death Note. I just happened to see a hot picture of them and decided to write something up. One of my friends from a writing community gave me this idea, so many thanks to her.
Disclaimer: Death Note and its characters belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.