Prologue

This wasn't right.

Blue eyes looked down at the mop of white hair ruffling as the younger of the two bobbed his head up and down. How on earth did it come to this? The blonde furrowed his brows, partially from confusion but mostly from holding back the pleasure he didn't want to fully give in to. This wasn't right, and the blame would be his responsibility alone for letting things get this out of hand, for not stopping the younger boy when he should've, for taking the two of them into a dream they can never wake up from. As his hazy eyes continued to gaze at the boy, who still had his eyes closed, lost, and having no idea of what he was doing, the blonde felt the bitter taste of how unfair the world was to him once again, but it was his fault truly, because he couldn't get a good handle on his emotions. He never could.

Flashback…

The hallways were dark and void of life, but through a small slit under a wooden door came light and the soft scribbling sound of pen on paper as Mello pulled another all-nighter. A test in two days time. It could only mean one thing-a chance to beat Near. And though all his attempts had proved fruitless before, he was nowhere near giving up, and more importantly, even if he wasn't first, he wasn't just about to give away his rank right below it just because he was slacking off. Call him obsessive, or a sore-loser, but that was just how he was made, he couldn't change even if he wanted to. But he doubt anyone else in the world would ever want to freely lose. Humans are far too greedy.

He shook his head, focusing back on the work at hand which was a question on how a cannibal had preserved his human life-stock for as long as two weeks without formalin. It seemed like a question based on chemistry and medicine, but something about it made him feel like it was a trick question. A question to distract, so that he didn't see the underlying answer, but he could just be over-thinking. He could never be sure with these tests and what L is really searching for in his successors. And this time the question was given beforehand, so there's sure to be a catch somewhere, and he sure as hell wasn't going to be mediocre by giving an answer any other ordinary student would give.

Suddenly the door creaked softly, making him jolt. Shit! Who the hell could be intruding at this vital hour? He cursed internally, striding over to the door, already prepared to throw a fist into somebody's face until he saw who was standing at the door.

"Near?" He whispered, calling the other pale boy by his name, who didn't so much as look at him, but walked passed him as if he were a ghost, making his way quietly to the bed with his socked feet.

"What the hell Near?" The blonde hissed, still standing by the door, slightly agape at Near's blatant rudeness. But the white haired boy didn't answer, it was like he was deaf to everything. Then he did something that really made the blonde gape. Slowly, his thin fingers went to the button of his pajama shirt, loosening it from the hole, then he did the same for the next.

The previously agitated blonde panicked, closing the door quickly and rushing over to the boy, catching his hands to stop him from stripping.

"What is your problem!" It was hard to control the volume of his voice. The boy pulled at his hands, wanting to get free but obviously not strong enough.

"Are you doing this on purpose! You know I have to study! I don't have time for your games!" The older boy almost yelled, shaking his lifelong rival who still had his head hung low and bangs covering his eyes.

"Look at me when I'm talking." Mello gritted his teeth, grabbing the boy's face in a manner than he knew would hurt. Blue eyes met a peaceful face with closed eyes, the younger boy's pale lips parted slightly, his breathing was like someone who was still fast asleep.

"Near?" The blonde asked warily, a sudden realization hitting him. "You're sleep-walking," he stated with a frown, letting go of the boy.

Why is this happening? And more importantly, why is it happening to him? Near couldn't have possibly chosen a worst room to step into. The boy knew the blonde hated his guts. But Mello also knew that he couldn't pin the blame on the boy, who had no way of controlling his actions in his sleep, no matter how much of a genius he was.

Mello studied the sleeping boy's face again. The boy looked so vulnerable, and he had made himself completely defenseless by walking into enemy territory. The blonde couldn't help the smirk that curled up from the corner of his lips. Perfect Near wasn't perfect. This was something even he couldn't control. Mello felt devious as he thought of the recent advantage he had acquired over the boy. He thought of all the things he could do to his nemesis, at the very least he could threatened him. That's all the things he thought he would feel, but frankly he was at a lost of the sudden power placed in his grasp, he wasn't sure if he could handle it. Why did Near had to burden him with this? There's only one explanation, the boy was playing him again.

The blonde felt his blood boil again at the thought and was about to punch the boy in the face so that he could get back to his own work, but Near suddenly moved closer and laid his head on Mello's chest. The blonde's heart skip a beat, something it wasn't suppose to do. Angry, he shoved the boy onto the bed. Near apparently done with whatever he was doing, curled to his side and went back to sleep with his shirt undone, looking absolutely at ease.

Clenching his fist till his knuckles turned white, he was surprised that he held back from hitting the boy, realizing that he really couldn't harm someone in their sleep, it was just pathetic if he did so. Getting off the bed, he decided he didn't need to deal with any of this, Near could do whatever the hell he wants in his sleep, it has nothing to do with himself. It's Near's fault for sleep-walking in the first place, even if it was subconscious. Mello sighed, Near had successfully infuriated him while being unconscious, perhaps Near was the one who had gained an advantage that night. Shaking it off, he returned to his studies, frustrated at the lost time, but sparking a new determination to be number one, no matter what sort of cards Near might pull on him.

Ok so this was just a random idea I had based completely on one word, 'sexsomnia'. I was suppose to get down to some serious book-writing business but realize I hadn't gotten over my writer's block so I sidetracked back here. Anyways, I make no promises for this, I don't really think I did a good job with the this chapter either. Haha, I can't write other stuff besides MXN properly, still have a couple of story ideas I have for this fandom, maybe I'll get to write them someday. Ok, so I'm just ranting on now, but do review and let me know what you think, reviews always make me so motivated and happy. Thank you :)