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My hands were shaking. I knew that this would be my final move, my final moment of life. There was no denying that I had not only failed the entire country but I had also failed the only person that I had ever loved. And to smear the cake of problems with delicious icing, it was all my fault. I could have prevented this but I chose not to lower myself, my pride got in the way and now I was going to pay greatly for my mistake. Bitter laughter filled my ears; sickening voices mocking me, asking why I even still tried. I had to though; I had to at least assure that my love would not endure any more torture. A loud cracking sound echoed off the stonewalls. Magic, perhaps or even another one of my bones snapping in half as I reached from under the rubble. My vision began to fade but I had to remain focused, conscious. Maybe I could trick myself into believing that everything would turn out all right. A fairytale ending as they say. Another crack sounded through the room.... And that was the first time I died.
Chapter One: A Meeting By Dreams
Awaking with a start, I shot up in a cold sweat. I surveyed the dark room, trying to calm myself by guaranteeing that I was still where I had fallen asleep at and not the disturbing scene that haunted my dreams. With a relieved sigh, I shut my eyes and flopped back onto the cotton covered bed. Only a few seconds later I reopened them, staring at the white, rugged ceiling, trying to create little pictures from the patterns. Failing at doing so, I began to attempt to distract my mind with thoughts of comforting numbers and equations. Speaking of numbers, I glanced over to the glowing green numbers of my clock.
Only four-thirty. Same time as always. This little ritual of nightmares and near dawn wakings had taken its toll on me. Besides having to strive for energy throughout the day, relying on the mass amounts of sugar intake from the chocolate, my grades were slipping. Hell, Matt's scores were starting to come close to mine. Shaking my head in disappointed with myself, I gave the clock another look. With a sigh, I untangled myself from my sheets then turned towards the closed door. I knew that I wouldn't be getting any more sleep, courtesy of the haunting images in the back of my mind.
The halls were empty and quite, normal for this time of night but it still left me with an eerie feeling. My only thought, however, was that of quickly making my way to the library where I could lose myself in a random book until classes started. Upon arriving at said library, I found the oddest thing. The door was cracked which obviously meant someone else was awake. But who? Quietly, I pushed open the wooden door, peeking inside.
"I should have known," with a frown, I fully opened the door, walking in and taking a seat across from the other person.
"Good morning, Mello," the sheep boy greeted. Crossing my arms on the table then burying my face in them, I replied with a grunt. I had no plan on conversating with the freak but I didn't want to leave the room; the dusty smell of books was comforting. "Why is Mello up so early?" he asked.
"Same goes for you." though my voice was muffled, I knew that he could understand what I was saying. I wasn't interested as to why he was up at first but as the seconds of silence stretched on, I grew more curious.
"I had a nightmare," caught off guard by his answer, I raised my head, staring at him. Perfect Near was plagued by bad dreams? Intriguing. "Why is Mello awake?"
"It was too hot in my room," it was a terrible excuse but I didn't want the kid to find out the I also had the same problem. Besides, if Near found out that I, mister badass, was scared awake by a simple dream and he goes off and tells everyone, what would people think of me? My reputation would take a blow and that's something that I would like to avoid.
"Oh." was all that Near said before his eyes returned to the book that I had just noticed he had. My eyes strained to read the title but in the extremely dim light, I found it hard to do so.
"What are you reading?" I'd have to make a mental note to read whatever he was reading later. I wouldn't want him knowing any more than me than he already did.
"A book," he mumbled as he flipped the page.
"No shit." I deadpanned. "What's it about?" Near hesitated then seemingly reluctantly told me the subject.
"Reincarnation."
"You believe in that crap?" the albino didn't strike me as the type to believe in something so impossible. Near brought a hand up to his head, beginning to twirl a strand of his hair as he nodded. Briefly, I wondered why he had the strange habit. "But it's so illogical."
"A lot of things are illogical. Wouldn't Mello agree?" with the question the boy gestured towards the cross dangling off the beaded chain that hung around my neck.
"You don't know what you're talking about." I sneered, angered by his words. Protectively, I grasped the metal cross, glaring at the other male across from me.
"Mello didn't seem to be the type who'd so willing believe in something without any proof," closing the book then setting it on the table, Near stared at me with empty eyes.
"You're one to talk." I retorted, nodding towards the book between us.
"We're all human and we all need something to believe in," the boy thoughtfully gazed at the book.
"So you believe that people magically come back to life after hundreds of years of being dead?" I mockingly questioned, watching as Near's hand fell from his hair.
"I...Suppose." He whispered.
"Then we're fucked when Kira comes back," the little sheep of a boy frowned.
"Not everyone comes back, Mello," I didn't say anything after that, only watched as Near pushed the book towards me. "Read it." He stood, walking out of the library and into the dark halls. Echoing my earlier sigh, I leaned back into the chair then reaching out towards the book. Idly, I began playing with its leather cover. Now that I was alone, reading didn't seem like a good plan, as it was earlier.
"Near's so strange," I said aloud, picturing the colorless male. Everything about him was weird, right down to the way he talked. Never once had he said the word 'you'. "I wonder why he's like that." propping my head against the back of the chair, I allowed my eyes to fall shut…
I wonder....
Why.
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