Disclaimer: Me no own death note:(
Author's Note: I dyed my hair pink today… it inspired this as well. I love my pink hair!
Anyways, a MelloxNear for you.
I suppose this is kind of a sequel/connected to story to 'Near's Favorite Color,' but only because it has a similar theme.
:Pink:
"Wonder how long it took him to notice," Matt whispered, giggling madly.
"Considering it's Near, not long. Think he's tried to get it out by now?" Mello wondered.
"I hope not," Matt mumbled, still giggling. " I want to see what the kid looks like with pink hair!"
"Shush… what if people hear you," Mello quieted his friend. They were lounging around in the den, talking about their latest ploy in torturing Near. The night before they had slipped pink hair dye into Near's shampoo, knowing he took a shower every night. By now Near's fluffy tuft of hair was probably bright pink.
"Sorry… but I can't wait to see it," the redhead squealed, exited by the thought of seeing number one with pink hair.
Mello stood up from the couch, gesturing for his friend to do the same. "Well then, lets go find him."
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Hours later Mello rest against a bookshelf in the library, lazily chewing on a chocolate bar. He had long since given up on looking for the albino boy. He was too hard to find, maybe he'd hidden in his room…
At that moment, the doors to the library flew open, Mr. Rogers storming in, dragging Near in by the sleeve. The old man stopped upon seeing Mello. "You. Did you do this?" he roared, tugging on Near for emphasis.
So. The old man had figured it out. I suppose only Mello would do this sort of thing to the boy. "I don't even own pink dye," Mello said in a carefree tone. "Matt might though," he added.
An angry vein threatened to pop on Mr. Rogers forehead. "Very funny." His voice was stone.
Mello winced mentally. He looked over at Near. The kid was twirling a pink lock of hair around his finger, watching the situation with a bored expression. "Why're you so mad?" Mello asked, gesturing at Near. "He doesn't even care, do you Near?"
Near directed his gaze at Mello, tone emotionless. "Well, I suppose I don't have any particular preference."
"See? So why's it matter?" the blonde defended.
Mr. Rogers twitched. "Because it is a violation of personal space. For god's sake, you dyed his hair."
'Technically, he did it to himself…' Mello thought to himself. "But he asked me to do it. I was doing him a favor." This was an obvious lie. The only way Near might've asked, was by being annoying to the blonde. And that was the sarcastic usage of the word.
Still, Mr. Rogers, as a guardian, couldn't totally rule out the possibility, however non-existent, that Near had purposely wished for pink hair. He looked down at the quiet boy. "Well? Is what Mello said true?"
Mello had lost. He sighed inwardly, knowing his punishment wasn't going to pleasant. He looked at Near with pleading eyes. They weren't intentional, for the blonde knew Near's emotionless attititude wouldn't cut him any slack.
The porcliean boy looked back and forth between the two from under his now-pink bangs as he twirled a strand of hair. After a moment, he spoke. "Yes, Mello did Near a favor." Rogers stared, Mello was shocked, but quickly masked it.
"Yup!" Mello wrapped an arm around Near, almost happy that the albino had gotten him out of trouble.
Roger looked at the two with a look of utter disbelief. 'Mello must have threatened him or something…'
Near tugged at his own hair a little harder. "After all, one of my favorite colors is pink," Near concluded his explaination, a tint of pink staining his own cheeks.
Mr. Rogers shook his head, and left, confuzed.
Mello let go of the shorter boys' shoulders, looking at him. "Thanks," he mumbled, sticking his hands in his pockets. Near continued to twirl his hair. "So, is pink really your favorite color?" the blonde asked, slightly amused.
Near stared up at him. "One of them." He answered tonelessly. "But my favorite color is-" Near reached his hand up, touching Mello's bangs, swishing them. "This."
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A/N: second half will be up soon... feedback appreciated.