When you run into my arms, we steal a perfect moment.
It was getting very dark.
Soon, it would be past curfew and if anyone caught him outside after curfew it would probably cost him his privileges to go outside for a week, but Mello didn't really care.
Everything around his was still, but it was cold, and the blond wished that he had at least brought a coat to drape over him. The rain was light, but where he was, situated under a giant oak tree by the frog pond, the little droplets could not reach him. It formed a darker line on the dirt and grass millimeters from where his bare toes were and he felt rather safe in his little circle of slight warmth.
He wasn't sure why he was out here.
Where he had been not to long ago, in the common room, sitting next to his best friend and watching all the other kids mess around and get told of really did not seem that fun to him. So, instead of going back to his room or somewhere less noisy, he had decided to come out here where all that he could hear was the sound of the city around him. The rain didn't really bother him at all. He was bored at best.
Mello sighed, and pulled up his knees, leaning his chest on them. His mind was racing with thoughts, but he didn't want to think. His head hurt to much from thinking to much of a certain person.
Every second he spent, out in the rain, since he had come out, felt so slow. When he had last seen the time, which had been when he left the common room, it had only been six thirty, but it had hardly felt like it.
The wind blew gently, ruffling his hair. His mind felt fuzzy and his eyelids felt heavy. He stared at his toes, wiggling them as they disrupted the dirt underneath them. He was about to close his eyes, when suddenly, a soft, gentle hand came down on his shoulder.
Mello sat back, startled, his eyes flying wide open. Despite how dark it was getting, Mello, the moment he looked up, knew who it was. It was never hard to tell with all that white.
"Mello..."
Near's voice was small and quiet, but it shook horrible. The blond stared up at the boy as he let his hand fall from Mello's shoulder.
"God, Near, you scared the heck outta me. What are you doing out here? Your gonna catch a cold."
Near didn't move, didn't say anything. The darkness of the night cast shadows on his face, so the blond couldn't really see his expression.
Mello moved then-he hated awkward silences-and patted the dark earth beside him, motioning for Near to join him. They hadn't known each other for long, Near had only been at Wammy's House for a couple of months, but Mello found the boy more than a little interesting.
Near didn't move and Mello didn't look at him. The blond didn't know what to say. It was only a slow thirty seconds later that the smaller boy moved, and Mello's back hit the trunk of the tree hard as Near thrust himself at the blond and burying his hand in soft silken hair.
And then, tears.
Near didn't make any noise when he wept; he only shook and heaved gripped hard, but no sobs left his little body at all.
Mello was surprised.
He didn't know what to do. He sat there, for, perhaps, ten seconds, before the tears spilling down his shoulder and dampening his shirt got to be to much and he was holding the little boy in his arms and pushing his face away so the blond could stare at him.
He was so unsure of what he was supposed to say. How was the blond supposed to comfort him when he wasn't even sure what was wrong?
"I'm s-sorry Mello. I-I shouldn't h-have come here."
Near's voice was sad and stuttered, and the blond felt his heartache just a little at the way it sounded.
"Why are you here?" Mello asked, holding him even tighter so it didn't sound like Mello didn't want to deal with the boy. The boy hiccupped as he tried to stop his tears and quiet down
"I don't know," he whispered softly, tugging at Mello's black shirt again and buring his face in the crook of his neck. "I had no on else to go too Mello. I didn't know what else to do."
He didn't know what else to do. Near went quiet and time ticked by, but Mello never relinquished his hold around the young boy. Heat radiated around them, and the blond felt the goose bumps on Near's skin. Despite how uncomfortable he felt, he didn't want to move at all. Not if it meant holding him just that little bit longer. It was almost perfect. It was almost like…like…
When you run into my arms, we steal a perfect moment.
