Plot: Well, Light/Kira will eventually be coming into this story, but for now, it's basically Mello, Matt, Near, and BB. It takes place when Near is working with the SPK, but now works on this case as well, using the SPK headquarters for this as well.
Confusing? Yeah, this story confused me as I was writing it, too. At first I wasn't going to continue with it, but hey, I got bored, and...uhm...oh, just read.
Now you're in my world
He slid his hand delicately beneath one of his narrow black eyes, carefully placing a thin red lense over his pupil. He closed his eye for a moment, and when it opened again, it was now a bright blood red. Contacts.
Did you dream it would be so small?
He did the same with the other eye, before turning and getting eyeliner. He slid a thin layer of it above his lashes, smearing it down so they apeared to be bangs underneath his eyes. He stepped back, admiring his work silently.
My little box was perfect
When he was done with his apearance, the dark-hearted man turned away from the mirror he stood in front of and shuffled over towards a coffee table, picking up a folder. Inside held the information of Mihael Keehl, Mail Jeevas, and Nate River. Mello, Matt and Near. M, M, N. L's successors.
Until you destroyed it all
One of his bony, white hands reached out and picked up something else. A blade, covered in something that looked to be jam. He carefully slid his tongue along the serrated edges of it, and successfully not cutting his tongue, he set it back down after all remains of the stricky red substance was gone.
My
sanctety of sorrow gone
Forever in it's place
The sacred sweet
of you
Is all that's left to taste
"I'm a copy," he murmured thoughtfully, now using his index finger to lightly trace the sharp edge of the knife. He head was tilted wistfully, "Those three are copies as well, but now Near is an original. Mello is a copy, and he is not pleased about this. He wants to be the real thing."
But it was two years ago L's murder occured. Surely he would've gotten over it?
Wrong.
"My original is gone. Mello's is not. Surely he'd want to get rid of his original, so he could no longer be a copy? I could-...."
His eyes glowed intensely, and his fingers curled firmly around the blade he held. He pressed down hard as he thought, and soon a thick red liquid oozed from his fingers and dropped to the floor. He smiled.
***
His gaze was locked on the clock, as it had been over the last half hour. He had been supposed to show up at Headquarters over an hour ago, but he had refused to go. Because someone was there. Someone he refused to ever set his eyes on ever again. The young man shifted his gaze to the hardwood floors, listening to the only sound in the room, which was the tick of the clock on the opposite side of the room.
Tick.
He looked at his leather boots. He noticed part of the red leather on the side of it was beginning to fade.
Tick.
His cobalt blue gaze averted away from the boots and back onto the floor. A crack ran in the wood, like a river through a valley.
Tick.
The sound made him wince, for it was so loud compared to the deafening silence. Finally, the leather-clad blonde stood from his chair, turning and picking up a sleek black gun that had been placed on the table beside it. He twirled it around his fingers with ease for a few moments, before sliding it beneath his belt. He sighed inwardly and touched his rosary briefly- something he did when he was nervous, thoughtful, or confused. Maybe he was all three at this point.
He didn't know what to do anymore. He considered joining forces with the person he hated the most, Near, but he knew that wouldn't work out well. Roger had convinced Matt, the redhead who was the blonde's closest and most trusted friend, to temporarily work with Near. On what?
The Beyond Birthday killings.
Beyond Birthday. The man who had challenged L by killing people who were going to die anyways, though escaped nearly every time afterwards, and made it impossible to track down. Now, Beyond Birthday was up to something else.
He killed L.
And now he wanted to challenge his successors.
The blonde bowed his head forward, the uneven fringe of his bangs falling forward to veil his entire, thoughtful face. More silence. He jumped as his cellphone vibrated loudly in the pockets of his leather pants. Slowly, he slipped it out and opened it, pressing it to his ear. Only one person knew his cellphone number, and that was Matt.
"Matt," he growled, turning and sitting down on the chair he had once been seated in. When his companion didn't reply immediantly, he continued, "Can I help you with something? What the hell do you want?"
He heard him sigh slightly on the other line. Matt's hesitance only made him more irritated, and he thought of slamming the phone down right then and there, but he forced himself to be more patient. He scowled as he waited for him to speak.
"Come, please."
"No."
"You're fucking stupid. You need to get over your hate for Near, and suck it up. We're doing this for L, not you."
"I know, asshole."
"Jeez, its your time of month, isn't it, Mels? You're worse off today than you usually are."
Mello bared his teeth; like an angered dog, "You said you wanted me to come," he began, dangerously calm, "It isn't going to fucking help my reluctance to come with you and your gay-ass jokes."
"Whatever, Mello. But Near is willing to cooperate, and I'd take the situation seriously if I were you. I'll see you soon if you decide to come...if not, I'll swing by tomorrow afternoon."
The line abrubtly went dead. Mello bit down so hard on his lower lip he soon felt the sensation of a small amount of blood seep into his jaws, and the metallic taste of it. He swallowed hard. L meant alot to him, no doubt, and his death had hit him like a ton of bricks. He wanted to bring down his killer, but he just didn't want to...
Didn't want to what? See Near? The blonde shook his head, suddenly angered with himself. Who gave a shit about Near? If the little prick said anything to him, he'd shoot him. Problem solved.
Well, okay, it wouldn't be handled like that exactly,but...
The blonde turned and leapt onto the couch restlessly next to the chair with feline precision, crossing his legs in front of him and taking out something in a tan-colored folder that was placed on the clear glass table next to him. He took out numerous papers.
"L Lawliet," he breathed, his amazing blue eyes set aglow as he scanned through the papers. "Drugged. Tortured. Asphyxiated. Killed by...strangling." He sighed. No evidence whatsoever had been left at the crime scene, except for the letters 'BB' carved with a knife into L's pale skin on his neck. Mello didn't understand how someone could do all of this, and not leave much to suggest who the killer was behind.
Mello finally stretched slightly, arching his slender body, like a cat would do. And, like a cat, he stretched out on the couch, looking through the files. He smirked.
"Well, BB." He whispered, his glare taking on a signifigantly darker hue as it was fixed on the paper, "You want a war against us, you will get one." He purred lightly.
That was when Mello's eyes suddenly glowed. A plan was slowly creeping into his mind.
*****
"Is he coming, Matt?"
"I don't know, Near"
"Well why not?" the white-haired boy asked innocently, and Matt inhaled sharply. Near knew the real answer to his question, and Matt knew it. The redhead had a good idea that Mello wasn't going to show up- when he liked you, he usually didn't show up. If he didn't like you, the chances of him coming around weren't any higher, obviously.
"...Busy?" Matt guessed slowly. The redhead fixed the pale-skinned boy a guarded look that said; Please quit asking me questions, and although he doubted Near understood his weird look completely, he did stop asking questions. As a matter of fact, he turned away from Matt completely.
"Are we..." he glanced around the room for a moment, before turning back to Near hesitantly, "Going to discuss the case? Any of it?"
"No," the younger prodigy said quietly, a die placed delicately in his fingers as he examined it carefully. Near remained silent as he continued to stare at it with a serious expression, and finally turned to Matt, setting it down on the floor, where he had remained crouched. Matt blinked, his head tipped.
"I want to confirm whether or not Mello will be accompanying us on this case," he explained, twirling a piece of white hair between his powdery fingers. Black orbs met narrowed green irises, and Matt finally lifted his chin. Near arched a thin eyebrow at him.
"I don't think Mello will be coming," the redhead admitted. Near nodded.
"I didn't think so. However, Matt, the situation isn't the best for this case. You are very close with Mello, and I know this. You might have divided loyalities. You want to help your friend, but you also want to help with this case."
"But I-"
Near cut him off, "Mello will likely want to work on this case too, but not with me. He'll likely work on his own, and try to get you to work with him as well. So, Matt, I don't mean to put you directly on the spot here, but this is serious. You either work with him, or you work with me. I can't have you sharing what you learned with me with Mello, and visa versa. Please, you don't have to decide immediantly, but as soon as possible would be appropriate."
Matt blinked at him, head tipped once again.
He knew this would come eventually.
"Well, um..." He began carefully, though he didn't know what to say. Finally, he stood up, smoothing down his black and white striped shirt. Near's piercing gaze bore into him, making him shiver, and he turned away.
"I need to think about this," he stated simply, turning towards the doors of the hi-tech room. Near nodded solemnly, not even glancing around the empty room, and without another word from either of them, Matt left the room.
After finally getting out of the mainroom, down the hallways, downstairs, and through all the sensitive security systems, he made his way outside and to his sleek red car. It was parked safely at the side of the building.
He felt his eyelids droop heavily with exhaustion as he leaned against the side of the car, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He exhaled slowly, smoke surrounding him like a blanket. The lines along his jaw hardened, and his brow furrowed as he looked out into the horizon. Usually, the answer to a problem like this would be obvious. Screw whoever else, help Mello. But this time...he was unsure. He wanted to solve this case, to avenge L's death, and to get the job quickly. He could do that on Near's force, and he knew it. Would he want to go through all the chaos with Mello?
(A/N: ...sucks. Uh-huh, do not deny. This is some of my worst writing, right here, xD)
