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Chapter Four.
:/(AN. Matts Point of View. Oh yes.)/:
Mello was stalking again. He hadn't said a word since he walked into our dorm, just came in and started screwing with my stuff, probably looking for some damn chocolate. He always ate it when he was pissed.
"Hey Mels, what's wrong?" I asked, only to be glared at. Oh right. Nickname. Least I didn't call him Melly-Belly. Then he started muttering, "..ther fuck.. ucking piec.. shit.. damn lit... prick.. mother mary.." I sighed. I really couldn't do anything to help him, last time I tried he broke my DS that I spent three months saving for. THREE FRIGGEN MONTHS. Do you KNOW how many games I could have bought? And suddenly I was angry and heeded no attention to the steaming blonde.
"DAMN IT. Why don't we have and god damned chocolate in this god forsaken hell hole!" Mello spewed off. I glanced up him, startled. "Now you wanna tell me what's wrong?" I knew him too well. "No..." Mello paused then started telling the story about how the white kid didn't say anything to Rodger, "...and it pissed me off!" "That's wicked. He didn't tell on you, man! I can't see why the bloody hell your pissed off Mello..." 'oh wait, you're always pissed off mellykinz,' I finished in thought. "Because he's an albino idiot! Even freaks should react some how!" Mello squeaked. "Well you wanna go kick his arse?" I suggested. He smirked at me, "Hell yeah." Great. I was only being half serious when I said it.
Then we realized we hadn't a clue were Nears room was. Being the amazingly modest super incredible awesome computer genius that I was, I hooked up my laptop to an old gaming system I programmed for hacking into Wammy's third security block. I was the only student who ever got that far into Wammy. It wasn't much information, being secretive like Wammy is, but it had a layout of the orphanage. We found out which room was his and Mello was out of the room, me following.
It was almost creepy, walking up to his room, because it just gave off the same air as the sheep kid. Mello stopped a foot away from the door, his hands on his leather hips. He looked hot.. Er I mean like a hot girl. Cough. I swallowed my questionable hormones and then smelled something. It was rustic but I couldn't put my finger on it.. Salty perhaps. Wait. I knew what it was. It was.. "Blood."
I looked at the boy who spoke the words. Mello was frowning. So he smelled it too.. "I know. Why do y...?" But he didn't hear me ask. He just kicked at the locked door. "NEAR. Open this fucking door! Are you hurt? You're goddamn bleeding! What happened? Near?" He started shouting and I joined in, thankful this wing of the fourth floor was practically vacant. A cough from inside.
:/(AN. Original Point Of View. (aka. Third, following Near.)/:
His head hurt. Near shifted slightly when he realized he was wet. Then a nauseating smell it him. Blood. It dampened his clothes. He slowly coughed and then heard people banging and screaming. Mello and Matt. Odd change of character. Near coughed and cleared his throat an sat up slowly, dizzy.
"I am fine. I merely tripped and scrapped my leg. Just a small cut." he called out to them, who were acting out of character. Caring. Mello and Matt in the other side of the frist locked door sighed, feeling like idiots for panicking over the smell of blood. What did they care about the damn sheep anyway? "Do you need any help damn brat?" Mello called out to him, instantly the words 'You're a worthless bitch Near' filled his head. Near growled under his breath, but regretted it due to feeling dizzy.
"I am fine. I do not require your assistance. You may attend to your own rooms now." Near said, trying not to sound short of breath, standing up and striping himself of his previously white, blood-stained clothes. He ran the shower water and dumped his clothes in the tub. "Are you trying to get rid of us Sheep?" Mello sounded inraged. Taking a wet rag, Near started mopping up the floor, "No. Merely trying to help. Rodger will be making his rounds soon and if he catches you on the wrong floor, you will be in trouble." Blood was hard to clean off white tile.
"Thanks. Come-on Mels," Matt told to his best friend, wrapping an arm around his bare shoulders. The lamb's ears followed the sound of footsteps leaving.
Stepping into the shower, he cleansed his wounds. He felt exposed, standing there naked, staring at the ceiling.
**After some time :/(AN. I've decided to ignore Deathnote times. It's my clock now.)/:**
Things became a routine quickly at Wammys. Near hadn't gotten any better, and went through phases where he didn't eat. Mello and Matt went through an awkward phase where they realized they weren't just friends. Near had seen that coming. They also continued to beat the crap out of Near almost on a daily bases. The competition to become the next L was getting more rigorous everyday. Today was the start of the new semester, Mello and Near both had a psychological class together.
"Okay Class! You may now choose your partner, however the Wammy Elites must pair together to give the others a chance." Wammy Elites were the names given for the top five in line for succeeding L. Mello and Near faced each other in their desk. Near's personality had developed some, since that night he learned personalities could change. "Okay now please share with each other what all you can tell about them, taking turns!" the teacher chimed.
Mello started, "You're atheist."
"You're catholic, but hate your god."
"Do not. You're afraid of being hit, you sit protecting your center. Good." Mello smirked at that one, he had trained the brat.
"You're homosexual and always spend your time apologizing to your nonexistent God."
"You don't like anyone."
"It took a genius to figure that one out, huh? You wear leather because it gives you the feeling of power."
"You wear long white pajamas because you're self-conscious about your body." the teacher had already continued teaching but the boys went on.
"You are addicted to chocolate because of the hormones it releases, being gay, you don't wish to indulge in your 'sins' and therefore try not to feel lustful."
"Your practically asexual and like toys because of a deprived childhood."
"You don't know anything about my childhood Mihael. You don't know anything, you're only second best."
"You will be the loser Near. Nate Riv-" The teacher coughed, the boys had started yelling, well Mello had.
"Mello, Near, stay after class."