Gomen!! I havent updated in ages!! But hopefully this chap will be worth the wait...I just realised i havent been disclaimering. Oops.
Disclaimer: I dont own death note or its characters or anything and im not making money or anything so no sueing!!!
Enjoy!
"Near…" Mello couldn't believe what he was seeing. Near had been crying- he never cried. Struggling to maintain his composure, Near walked into the room. Mello let him past and closed the door behind him. Near sat down in his favorite position and began to twirl his hair. Mello swallowed, trying to find the words "So…you heard about…Matt?" Near's reply was a nod. Seeing that the boy was about to cry again, Mello sat beside him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Near looked at Mello in surprise, then shrugged and relaxed. They sat silently for a while; neither wanted to bring up the reason Near was here. Near broke the silence. "Mello…did you love Matt?" Mello didn't know what to say to that. Finally he replied;
"I loved him like a brother, I guess. But earlier tonight he told me he loved me…that he was in love with me. And I didn't reject him. I guess…I guess it was because I was lonely. Lonely that the person I love won't ever love me back."
"A simple yes or no would have sufficed, Mello" Near's voice was dry. Mello managed a smile. Near continued "Who do you love, Mello?" When Mello didn't reply, Near turned to look at him. One glance at the look in the blond boy's eyes was enough to tell Near that the love he had harbored for many long years was not unrequited. Reaching up to twirl Mello's hair between his fingers, he kissed him softly on the lips. Mello wrapped his arms around Near's waist and returned the kiss. The soft, tentative brush of lips was enough for them. Near reached into Mello's jacket pocket and pulled out a syringe and a knife. The same knife Mello cut all their arms with five years ago. Mello understood what Near meant. He took the syringe and plunged it into Near's arm, giving him half the poison that was inside it. As Near took the knife and laid open deep scars in his wrist, Mello stuck the needle into his own arm. Without wiping Near's blood from the knife, he sliced open his own wrists. Both felt the life flowing out of them. They shared one last kiss, this one full of passion and need.
Just like that day five years ago, at the same moment, they each reached across to wipe the tears from the others cheeks.
Yeahh, I admit it. I cried at my own fic. I sensitive, okay? Gomen! this is the end of this fic (no duhh) but im already on my next one. Basically its OCXEveryone. I couldnt resist! And if i depressed you or anything with this fic, go on my profile and find Closets, a random thing i wrote. I nearly died of laughter while writing it (mostly at my friend Juju (Jafa-Chan) reactions) so R&R this one and Closets!
Sorry for going on and on!!
-Blood-Senseii xx