Author's Note: It seems that some of you guys like this fic, and for that I am very proud. :D Thank you to those who have either placed me on your alert/favourite list and/or reviewed the story! Lunarsensitive, SynberiaWinx, ilovecynthia, I Speak Muffin, fouloldron and Liona Rawenchlaw. Sorry for the oddly long wait, it's really hard to get Near to speak.
Disclaimer: Yes. I really do own Death Note./
Onwards!!
two.
'Near…?' The little fluff ball continued to walk, more like glide, into my room. His long, white pants hid his sock-smothered feet making it look as though he wasn't even touching the floor. As usual, he was wearing what was practically his uniform: a collared button up shirt with sleeves too long and unusually baggy pants. Both, of course matched the colour of his hair - white.
I groaned inwardly at his stupid appearance. What is wrong with that little retard? Does he not understand the meaning of 'fashion'?! I swear he suffers from dementia or something. And that stupid voice he speaks in. It sounds like he's droning on like some old college professor that doesn't know how to lecture a class properly. Stupid Near. Stupid Roger. Stupid L. Kay, scrap that last one.
It's not that I really hated Near with all my heart, soul and body and all that other bullshit. It's just that he really. Pisses. Me. Off. And frankly, I don't think working together will make our friendship any better. In fact, I think it'd actually be the downfall of any form of friendship we may already have. Not saying we have any or anything. It's so fucking demeaning. How we have to cooperate in this stupid program and all. Why couldn't that old wrinkly man just choose Linda and Matt.
Ha. I snorted. I bet Matt would kill himself (maybe even Linda) before they'd complete the first week.
'Mello.' He indicated my presence.
…
Silence. Just silence. It was suffocating. I felt as though I had to say something just to stop the freaking awkwardness of the situation surround us all – not that it wasn't already.
Minutes passed.
'What do you want?' I cleared my throat. I had lost to that little battle of 'who could stay silent the longest?'. Everything was a battle between Near and I. Currently, I was losing by a landslide.
'Mello. I think we should consider the possibility of us working together as one. Roger has already outlined to me the details of the so-called project we are being ordered to do. It is under the instruction of L, Mello, that we are to do this project. This is all I have calculated so far.' Droning. On and on and on…
He's got to be kidding me. Is it me, or is he completely oblivious to his surroundings? God, I freaking stomped out of that office screaming like a five-year old and here he is, asking me to participate in what made me do just that in the first place. He's such a buffoon.
'Are you stupid, Near?' Are you so stupid that you haven't even realise that the result of us working together could result with the whole of Wammy's House ending up as a black, charred building with nothing but walls, skeletons and burnt pages left? Insolent fool.
'…Clearly not, Mello. Did you not hear Ms. Barton announce me topping the class once again?'
I clenched my teeth and furrowed my eyebrows. How dare he. I swear to God, the staff here just enjoy my anger tantrums and change the answers around so that Near can win by half a mark just to torment me. And fucking Near. He knew what impact that made on me. He knew damn well.
In a split second, I slammed him against the wall – my hands holding his body up against it.
'Near, you idiot. The only reason you're number one here is because you have a photographic memory. And don't fucking deny it.'
'…'
Silence ensued. Once again.
Can't things just be normal between Near and I for once?
- -
The door was bashed open and a familiar figure jumped in with a mic in his hand.
'ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!! AHAHAHA- Mello. What the fuck are you doing to Near?'
'Matt, get out.' My voice left no room for arguments.
'Not until you put Near down. Dude, you don't want to get suspended do you? Roger has already said that if you bash someone up again, you'd be out for half a year.'
Reluctantly, I released the small body. It crumpled to the floor in a second.
Soon, it proceeded to walk over to sit on Matt's bed while twirling a lock of white hair between his fingers.
'Sorry about that, Near,' Matt was always nice to Near for some odd reason – said something or another about how he didn't do anything to us and how I was just being paranoid. 'Course I would be paranoid, we were in the running for L's title. I remember the time I first let him know about my feelings about Near. He'd told me that he already knew, called my face an open book. Then I vaguely remember punching him in the face, leaving him with a black eye for a week. 'It seems Mello' – at this he looked pointedly at me – 'can't control himself. What is it you want, Near?'
A short period of no speaking followed, the screams of little children only to be heard.
'Matt, I believe Mello should explain this to you beforehand. I will leave you to it, Mello.' With that, he stood up from the bed and sauntered over to the door. Click. The door shut leaving Matt and me in the room alone.
- -
He looked over at me expectantly, waiting for me to start explaining what the hell was happening.
'Argh Matt. You wouldn't believe what happened to me today. I swear, if you were there your eyes would've probably broken the glass on your orange goggles already.' I sighed. I knew and he knew and the little micro-organisms knew that I was just stalling for time to deliver the bad news. 'Roger - he summoned Near and I to his office and in there, explained to us that we would have to work on some project for L together.' I waited for the explosion of ARE YOU SERIOUS?!'s and 'WHAT THE FUCK WAS ROGER THINKING?!'s. Then a made mocking of me.
'…That's it?'
Okay. Maybe it wasn't too horrible, not as horrible as I made it sound anyway.
'Yes Matt. That's it.' I puffed air upwards, blowing my neatly cut fringe by doing so. I just realised how stupid I've been acting. I suppose that's what L meant when he said to me via the computer that I should think before I act.
Oh, joyful day. Near wins again.
'...Right. Mello, can I tell you something?'
'What?' Too freaking annoyed to care.
'You're turning into a drag queen.'
'MATT!!' He dashed out of the room madly, and I followed. 'YOU FREAKING IDIOT. YOU'RE THE FUCKING DRAG QUEEN... YOU … YOU GOGGLE WEARER!!' … Goggle wearer?! That's the best I could come up with? The Mello in me was deteriorating to a practical zero.
We ran around the house erratically until, finally, we collapsed in the common room. The common room. I swear I was going to sweat drop like in those weird mangas anytime soon. I always ended up here.
'Mello.' A stern voice sounded.
And it seems I'm always found here too.
- -
Matt and I stood up quickly, brushing off the dust that stuck to our clothing.
'Matt, go away.' He did. I smirked at his quick submission – partially annoying and amused at the same time. Amused because he had followed my order. Annoyed because it took the presence of Roger for him to do my will. It's said that Matt is the only one that could calm me down, also the only one who sometimes ever defied me.
'Come on then, Mello.' Twice in one day I was called to his office. My name should be in the Guinness Book of World Records or something.
It was freaking déjà vu.
Once again, I was in Roger's office. And this time, I immediately sat down, so as to not faint from any more news that may or may not cause cardiac arrest.
'Mello, it has come to my attention that you have decided to decline the invitation for this project. Am I correct?'
'Yes Roger.' Feeling uncomfortable, I took out my other source of comfort besides Matt and took a bite out of it – the melted brown substance smearing over my clumsy lips.
'I don't think you understand the importance of this project, Mello. This has the potential to boost your chance to become the next L. If you do not take up this offer, I'm afraid your talent may go to waste and you may never achieve the position of L. Do you understand?'
'So you're saying…' I needed time to think, god dammit! 'That if I decide to team up with Near and do this project then I may become L?' My heart thumped wildly, my eyes started to dilate.
'Yes.'
A long sigh from my lips. 'Alright then Roger. I'll do it.'
'Fantastic.' That fake smile. We all knew he despised us all. 'Then I'll have his things transferred to your room right away.'
'I'm sorry wh-'
'Oh Mello, I failed to remember to inform you that you will have to share rooms with Near.'
'I have to what?!' Sharing a room with Near wasn't on my do-to list. I was really sure it wasn't. Near. That sly bastard probably already knew that we'd have to share rooms to complete this project and wanted to pull on my strings. Okay. Maybe I'm starting to hate him a little.
'Or would you like to move to his room? He has no roommate so any changes can be easily made.'
I smiled. The fakest smile I've ever smiled in my entire life. My face was the complete opposite to the raging turmoil happening inside of me. Share rooms with Near?! WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL ME NOW?!
'Sure Roger.' Fake smile. Fake smile. Fake smile.
Lord, if you let me survive through these times ok then I will be eternally grateful to You.
'By the way, this whole project takes up half a year.' Enter the use of the chair.
Author's Note: Yeah.. I changed it to half a year cause I felt that four weeks was too short. Please please please review!! And I will love you forever. Oh and if you find any mistakes, feel free to let me know.
/-Note: Sarcasm. (don't get it? read the disclaimer)
Preview: Oh crap. I still haven't told Matt about the room changes. And he's coming this way...
