Reminder: I do not own Death Note.
Author's Note: Here's chapter 3 for you guys! This one is set on our fluffy little detective's POV now ~evil Grin~
Title: Mission no.1: My Prize ( part 1)
The blonde brought his fist near his Matt's face with an annoyed look on his face. He then glanced at me for approximately just for a length of 1 second and returned his focus on the whimpering redhead.
"Woah, Woah, Man! Chill!" I saw the redhead bring both of his hands up near Mello's face.
The Blonde then cursed under his breath and yelled a few more statements that did not register in the young detective's brain. He continued to observe both parties as he twirled his white hair. His dark eyes followed the blonde's quick pace of walking until he bumped into Roger.
'I wonder what made Mello so annoyed so early in the morning.' He already knew the answer as always. It was always his existence. But I do think that Mello had a different reason now. He was sure something changed between him and his so called rival since that day. The day where Mello told him he loved him and stole his first kiss. Near felt hot at remembering that moment, his face not showing any sign of excitement though. His lips curled slightly as the thought of how coincidental it is that toady is Valentine's day , fitting the current mood between him and the blonde. He never really thought that the blonde feels that way. He always thought that he only interacted with Near because he wanted to show the hatred hidden beneath.
Near's supposed smile became a frown. 'Why did Mello hate him besides of being the best?' Despite the robotic façade he always wears in front of the blonde, he never hated him. He even thought that maybe he liked him. His impulsive personality caught Near's full attention without the albino realizing it.
The little detective drowned in his thoughts deeper , questions flowing from corner to corner in his mind. What if he actually liked Mello? Is he a masochist? Should he tell Mello? Is he also thinking of me? Does the blonde really feel that way? Or is he faking it?
The last thought made the young genius' half lidded eyes widen. 'What if Mello didn't really meant it that way? What if he was fooling around me again?' He felt a sting of pain stab through his heart. He knew that it should not be of his concern, but a part of him didn't want that. He wanted Mello to also have the same feelings for him.
"Near!"
The innocent looking genius snapped in reality and just glanced at the side. He saw a tall man standing beside him with a worried expression and everybody at him with confused looks, murmurs coming out from each other's lips.
Being the center of attention always annoyed near to no extent.
"What is it, Roger?" Annoyance present in his tone.
"I was calling you for a while now and you weren't responding."
"I apologize for my rudeness. I was slightly taken back by my thoughts for a moment."
He twirled his white strands rather vigorously in the feeling of nervousness. It was a common emotion for him. It was the only emotion for him. Emotions like anger, happiness and love was a totally unfamiliar thing for him. Loneliness is also something new to him. But he always cared less if he was alone or not.
"Do you know what day it is?"
"Is this some test for my consciousness, Roger?"
"I'm merely asking if you do."
"It is Valentine's day." The way he said Valentine's day was quite bitter. He never appreciated the significance of this day. He only saw this as something annoying and tiring. Girls confessing here and there and the scent of chocolate enveloping the whole place. It is not like he received chocolates or confessions or anything, but he didn't like the noise they're making.
"Good luck then, N." He turned his head to the disappearing man, startled that he called him by the name N. And what did he mean by good luck? Does he mean by good luck in getting girls to confess to you? Or good luck in confessing? Near then shivered at the thought. First of all, they wouldn't. And if they did, he was afraid that he might reject them in a rather harsh way. Second, there is 0% chance he would attempt to confess to anyone—to a certain blonde. A sudden realization then snapped in his mind.
He hadn't claimed his prize to Mello yet.
He smirked at the realization. Mello promised that he would give him a prize if he won, but he didn't. The albino's lips formed into a thin line of annoyance. He hated it when someone breaks his promise. He will do everything to claim what is his. He hated losing, just like Mello. He is still a child after all.
And he has a plan.
Author's Note: hihihihi~~ Part 2 coming up! ( wait…did you see what I did there? )