Author's Note: Hey. This is a new fanfic I'm trying out. If you could review and tell me if you liked anything or didn't like anything that'd be great. But please - no flames. And yes this is 100 percent yaoi. ;D Don't act like you hate it. Cause I know you don't. And I've been reading around trying to find Mello/Near fics and I can't seem to find any that capture Mello or Near's characters almost-perfectly! Oh. Rec me some if you can! So I'm just trying to make my own. Feedback would be lovely. :) R&R please. (weird anime googly eyes).
Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to writer Tsugumi Ohba and illustrator Takeshi Obata. Not me. D:
oneiric (oh-nai'-rik) adj. of or relating to dreams.
one.
I sat behind one of the toy shelves in the common room, pretending I was lazing around, hiding from Roger, doing whatever the fuck I wanted. That's what everyone that passed me thought. The Mighty Mello is practically the king of Wammy's House. No one dared to question my intentions.
No one. Except Near.
That white-haired albino freak that made my blood boil every time he does that weird thing with his hair. Near. That stupid boy two years younger than me that seems to surpass me in everything I do. Near. The person whom I was watching at this very moment.
I was only watching him to find out what the fuck made him so damn smart. Why the fuck I couldn't do as great as he does. Why the fuck I'm second. I know it's not my fault. It's never my fault. I'm Mello. I study hard whenever a test is announced. But nowadays, I find that there is no more bloody point. All because of that boy sitting in the middle of the room, building a fortress of dice around his frail little body. That little body which I could break. Over. And over. And over again.
'Oh Mello. I heard that I would find you here. Don't you have a class on right now?' Near turned around to face the sound of voices. Apparently, he thought he was alone. The old man towered over my body, hands clasped behind his back. His kind smile in total contrast with the tone of his voice.
I blinked. The light from behind him was blinding. I blinked again. An annoyed look crossed my face when he didn't get the hint and I stood up. Brushing off invisible dust from my clothes, I hastily replied. I didn't want Near to know that I was stalking Near. Cause that would just be plain stupid. And that would also mean he'd win again.
'I felt sick today Roger. I needed to relax and I found my room too constricting.' Pfft. The lied rolled off my tongue and I regretted it as soon as I said it. The space in which I was lying was ten times smaller than my bedroom. Knowing Near, he had probably calculated the area of my room minus the area of my stuff lying around and realised that no. I just came here to stalk him. Fuck. No wonder I'm fucking second.
'Really now, Mello?' No. Fuck you. I just told you that for fun. 'Well, never mind all that. I have something to ask of you.' My eyes widened. Another chance to impress Roger. Another chance to impress L. 'Near can you please come here?'
Silently, my arch nemesis shuffled over, socks making no noise. Face as stoic as ever.
'Follow me to my office. The two of you.' Roger lightly said, a hint of a command underlying his words.
I glanced at Near out of the corner of my eye. He showed nothing on his face. No fear. No anxiety. No humanity. We just walked in silence in the corridors of Wammy's House together. Passers-by looked at us, wondering whether I had lost control in a fit of rage again and hit Near or whether I had somehow managed to gain a reaction out of him – one that consisted of annoyance.
I wondered what was going one. Why was Near included in this special secret of mine to impress L? Maybe Roger wants us to work together. At this thought, I laughed mentally to myself, a large grin forming on my face. No fucking way were they stupid enough to make me do that. They knew I was a bomb ready to blow up with Near in the same room as me. How contradictive to what I was doing earlier.
We reached his office.
'Mello, Near,' He addressed us, sounding so serious. I was about to wet myself with excitement. 'The staff of Wammy's House and I' – It's L. Shit. Holy shit. Is he coming back? – 'want you two to co-operate and work together for a' – I didn't listen anymore. My eyes, I bet, were bulging out of my sockets.
Work… with Near? Never in my life have I expected to here those words in the same sentence or phrase. Work with Near. Work with Near. Work with Near?!
'Are you crazy?! Have you finally lost it, old man?!' I was hyperventilating now. No fucking way was I going to work with Near. Have they not read through my records a million times by now?! Have they not written my name down in their 'Book of Troublemakers' more than enough with Near's name in the 'Victims' column?! I seethed and fumed. I wasn't going to listen to his bullshit. I stormed out of the room with cries from Roger following me. No. Fuck Roger. I wasn't going to listen to him.
The first place I went was my room. My room was my comfort. When Matt was out. With him here, all that was comforting was the bleeping noises coming from his PSP. And those weren't really comforting at all. But Matt was someone I could rely on. Someone who I knew was always going to be somewhere in the pages of my life. Sure he can be the biggest dick on earth sometimes, but so can I. And him being a dick compared to me being one was nothing at all.
I plopped onto my bed, knowing that sooner or later Roger was going to come and order me to get my butt back into his office. But right now, he knew I needed time to cool off and calm down. I suppose that was one of the good things about Roger. He understood all the children here after being with us for so long. He knew what our weird habits were and our signs for our random acts.
Thinking of Roger led me to think about Roger's office and the recent event that happened there. Shit. Those three words replayed in my head over and over again. What the fuck. Work with Near?! Maybe this was all a practical joke. Yes... yes... A practical joke involving the whole of Wammy's house. Those children that were staring at us were only playing along so that I would believe the whole thing was happening.
Roger and Near are probably laughing in Roger's office right now, having the time of their lives. Making fun of Mello's stupidity. And here I was, lying in my bed, sounding like a mental lady with a million cats deciphering if she should feed them today or tomorrow.
If I were to open this door now would the whole of the house - excluding Matt because he's probably somewhere in the attic hiding from the world to play his new game of Kingdom Hearts - be there shouting, 'AHAHAHA MELLO. WE CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FELL FOR IT.'? Just to make sure though, I got up from my bed and moved to my door. I looked underneath, through the crack, just to see if there were any feet standing beyond.
Oh. I just heard a pitter patter of running feet. They probably knew I was going to do all of this so now they're lining into position for the 'great awakening'.
I opening the door as widely as I could and screamed, 'PISS OFF!' into the corridor. The corridor with rooms aligning its walls. The corridor with no one in any particular position. The corridor with at least twenty innocent children staring at me as if I was that deranged woman with cats. Oh joy.
I slowly closed my door, smiling kindly to the kids outside. I couldn't let them know that I, Mello the Mighty King of Wammy's, was completely crazy at this point of my 'reign'. I resigned to my bed. Eyes almost drooping to a close. Should I give up?
Knock. Knock knock. There was Roger. I groaned as my peaceful almost-slumber was interrupted. I shouted out allowance for entry and jumped off the top of the double-decker bed. Matt was such a pushover. He let me have the top if I stopped chucking a spasm everytime Near scored higher than me. Which was everytime.
And speak of the devil.
to be continued.
Author's Note: Ohhhh. Cliffhanger. Reviews will make me smile. :D
Preview: 'I have to what?!' Sharing a room with Near wasn't on my do-to list. I was really sure it wasn't.