Chapter 3 – Sweet Karma
Once that event was over, the two remember why they were in the park in the first place and went to go buy ice cream. Mello, of course, got Chocolate Chip Chocolate Cookie Dough Ice-Cream. Near got Strawberry Cheesecake Swirl. Inwardly, the two wondered why a simple vendor would have such extravagant flavors as they walked away.
They approached the cleanest park bench they could find to enjoy their frozen treats. Mello glanced at Near, who actually looked quite pleased. Mello asked, "Are you enjoying it?"
Near looked up and said with an innocent, blissful smile that he rarely displayed, "Yes. It's very delicious."
Mello immediately flushed and looked away, 'C-cu—' He stopped his thought process and decided to concentrate on his ice cream instead.
"Well, I see you took my advice, Melly!"
Near and Mello looked up to see Matt grinning, a Nintendo DSi in hand (how did he walk and play his Nintendo all this time without bumping into anything?). He held up one hand in greeting, "Yo, Near. That outfit suits you."
Near gave a half-hearted glare, "So it's your fault I'm wearing this."
Matt laughed, "Sorry, sorry. You don't get many opportunities like this, you know?"
Near sighed, "Well, what's done is done."
Matt smiled, "Right?" With that, he nonchalantly pushed Mello towards Near.
Mello blinked, "What the?" He held out his arm behind Near, his other one occupied by the ice cream in his hand. The result was that Mello placed a hand on Near's shoulder in an attempt to balance himself and pulled back instinctively, leaning Near towards him. It made a perfect picture of a cute couple, both of them blushing and not fully comprehending what had just happened.
Snap
The two looked up, surprised. Matt held out his DSi and had taken a picture (yes, there is a camera on those things for those who don't know). He smiled, "Score. This one's a keeper."
Mello exploded, "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT!"
Matt blinked, "Oops, looks like it's time to scram!" With that he started running away.
Mello turned to Near, handing him his ice cream, "Hold this. I'll be right back." He started running after Matt, "YOUR ASS IS MINE, BASTARD!"
Near blinked and sighed, "Stupid Mello."
...
Mello growled in frustration. For a game freak, Matt could sure run. He had lost track of the boy in no time, and had given up. He could always ambush him at the dorm.
Returning to the park, he said, "Oi, Near—"
"Hey cutie, how's 'bout you hang with us?"
Three delinquents surrounded Near, their backs to Mello. Something in Mello stirred. It made him want to rip apart the delinquents for even looking at Near. Wait, why though . . . Why would he always blush around Near? Why was he nice to him sometimes even though they were rivals? Why was he jealous? All these feelings, they didn't make sense. What was their connection? Where was the silver lining-
At that moment, realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
Holy fuck, he was in love with Near!
At least everything made sense now . . . at the cost of his sanity.
Near glared in disgust and annoyance, "I refuse to coerce with people that can't even use proper grammar."
One of them said, "Tch, aren't you a little miss honor student, girlie?" He turned to the middle one, "This bitch ain't worth it."
The middle one grinned, "I like 'em feisty, don't you know that?" He grabbed Near's arm, despite Near's protest. Near dropped Mello's ice cream in the process. He said, "You're coming with us, whether or not you like it. I promise it'll be fun." Near understood the implications behind that sentence and struggled even harder.
"Hey, I don't appreciate you messing with my girl."
"Eh, who the hell said that?" The trio turned around to see Mello. Mello had his hands in his pocket and his head slightly tilted, giving him a fierce and dangerous look.
Near whispered, "Mello."
One of this demanded, "Eh, what do you want princess?"
Mello said coolly, "I'll give you three seconds to get the hell out of here. Three."
One of the thugs laughed loudly, "Or what?"
"Two."
The middle one guffawed, "You're bluffing."
"One. Time's up."
In a blink of an eye, Mello had charged at the one who was holding Near, landing a blow with his elbow square in the man's abdomen. The pain caused him to release Near. The other two were stunned but quickly got over it as they launched themselves at Mello. In a swift movement, Mello kicked one of them in the chin and proceeded to twist the other one's arm behind his back. Then he hit the back of the man's neck, causing him to pass out and go limp. Dropping him, Mello turned his attention to Near. With a trace of sweat, he asked, "Are you alright?"
Near blinked and rubbed his wrist unconsciously, ". . . Yes."
Mello said, relieved, "Good."
Near blushed as he lowered his head and mumbled something.
Mello asked, "What?"
Near looked up, the blush still evident, "Thank you, Mello. Y-you were kind of cool back there."
Mello blinked, and then he slowly grinned, "You finally see how superior I am to you?"
Near glared, "Don't push it." He looked at the remains of the melted ice cream, "What a waste." He turned to Mello, "Sorry, your ice cream is ruined."
Mello waved his hand, "It wasn't your fault."
Near asked, ". . . Is there anything you need? I want to repay you for saving me earlier."
Mello started, "No—" Then he paused. He said, "Well, there is one thing you could do." He grabbed Near's wrist and pulled him along, "Let's go back to the dorms."
...
Once the door to the dorm was closed, Near plopped down on his bed. He asked, "So, what is it you want?"
Mello asked, "Near . . ." He was blushing furiously, unsure of how to ask. He started, "D-do . . . erm . . . h-how do you feel about me?"
Near blinked, his pale face turning red slightly. He looked to the side, ". . . Why do you want to know?"
Mello demanded, "You have to do whatever I want for one day, remember? So tell me the truth."
Near fiddled with his hair as he said with embarrassment, "I . . . I don't dislike you Mello."
That was good enough for Mello. From years of being with Near, he could easily understand the hidden meanings behind Near's every action. He said, "Then it should be ok if I do this."
Near looked at Mello, slightly confused, "Do wha—"
He was cut off by Mello pressing his lips against Near's. Near's eyes widened in pleasant shock. Shutting his eyes, Near made a small whimpering sound as he attempted to pull back. However, Mello kept a firm grip on Near's shoulders, preventing him from moving.
His tongue travelled over Near's lips, requesting entrance. Near tried to keep him lips closed, but Mello gently pried his lips apart, granting him an opening to slip his tongue into Near's mouth. At this point, Near had stopped hesitating and reached out his tongue to meet Mello's. Near could feel the self-satisfied smirk Mello had on his face as their tongues intertwined and 'danced' with each other.
Pulling back from each other, they both took a deep breath. A thin trail of saliva connected them, which soon broke.
Near wiped his mouth, feeling self-conscious, "What was that about, Mello?"
Mello sighed, "You sure are an idiot despite being the #1 student in this school." He leaned over close to Near with a smirk on his face. He accented every word, "I. Love. You."
The normally emotionless Near became bright as a tomato and was reduced to a stuttering puddle of hormones, "W-w-what , how, why? There is no ration lining to your feelings, Mello. You hate me, I am your rival. You have made that perfectly clear over the past years we have been acquainted."
Mello flicked Near's forehead, "Idiot, there's no such thing as rationality behind emotions. Every since I first saw you, I knew there was a pull between us, even if I didn't want to acknowledge. Haven't you heard the saying that love and hate are just two sides of a coin?" He snorted, "Besides, I'm just as surprised as you are. I just realized it today myself." He looked away slightly, "Even I'm not sure if this is love . . . But all I know is that I don't want anyone else to be with you. I don't even want them to look at you." He wrapped his arms around Near and pulled him close, whispering in Near's ear, "I want you all to myself, whether to tear you apart or to gently hold you. And what I want—" He looked into Near's eyes, "—I get."
Near flushed and buried his head into Mello's shoulder, ". . . I can't understand your feelings." He whispered in a voice that seemed like it could fade away at any moment, "I never experienced such extreme thoughts. To dedicate yourself fully to something . . . To desire something so badly you'll do anything to get it . . . I have never felt those things. Like blank slate, nothing has ever defined me. The reason I put effort into studying is so I can find something that may spark such a passion into me. But I can't seem to obtain that feeling no matter what."
He grabbed onto Mello's shirt, "I'll never understand you Mello." He looked up into Mello's eyes, "But maybe that's what's pulling me to you."
Mello asked, "Is that a cry of submission I hear?"
Near replied, "Hardly. More like a vocal agreement."
Mello kissed Near again, "Still sounds like a cry of submission to me."
TO BE CONTINUED
P.S. Bwaaah, first time I ever tried to making such an emotional scene. I feel so cheesy.
A/N: Oh my, I hear the angry screeching,
'WHERE IS MY LEMONS? I WAS PROMISED AN M-RATED FIC!'
Gosh, you'll get it in your next chapter, jeez. D:
I mean, how can I get them to jump right into bed like that without it seeming awkward?
Omake: What (Probably) Would Have Happened If I Attempted to Make a Sex Scene in this Chapter
Mello: Now that I have come out of the closet, and despite the fact that it is completely out of my nature, I shall ignore the fact that my feelings are still not very clear as of yet and f**k you silly.
Near: Despite the fact we just acknowledged our love for each other, I see no reason to stop you.
Matt: (opens the door) Hey, sorry about ear . . . lier . . .
Mello and Near: (in a very sexy position) What?
Matt: . . . Never mind I did anything! You two enjoy yourselves while I go burn this image out of my mind with 24/7 video-gaming. (Smiley face)
