Sorry it took so long, but here is an update.

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~Luv Fairylust~

"Mello! Please, please get off me!"

Near was clearly both uncomfortable and afraid, but Mello didn't pay him much mind, which if he'd paid attention to the plea in Near's dark eyes he would've probably done as requested and gotten off the younger boy. But he didn't see that plea and continued doing what he liked. It wasn't the best measure to take but he did and undoubtedly regretted it.

"S-stop!"

"Near, I just want to make you feel good, is that a crime?"

"I-it is a crime if it's un-unwanted!" the albino sputtered.

"Look if you don't want this just say so and I'll-"

"I DON'T WANT THIS!" The albino screeched at the top of his lungs. He wailed loudly as tears came to the corners of his eyes and threatened to spill over. Mello covered the younger boy's mouth and nodded with a scowl.

"Okay, fine, if that's how you want it." He muttered calmly.

He removed his hand and kissed the younger boy passionately. When he pulled away, breaking the kiss he left Near in a shocked silence. Near didn't want that kiss, but Mello had given it to him anyway. Mello didn't see any signs of emotion after a few seconds passed and Near began to twirl a strand of white hair around his finger, expressionless. Near looked to him with glossy eyes that Mello found beautiful, yet sickening.

"How do you feel, Near?" the blonde asked. He hoped he didn't sound vindictive, but concerned or curious. He was standing close to the albino's bedroom door in case he had to make a fast escape. And he really hoped he wouldn't need to make any kind of escape.

Near wrapped his arms around his stomach he was feeling ready to puke his guts out. Near felt his face as it flushed a reddish, pink color. He felt cross that Mello would try to make him feel worse than he already did, he felt saddened that the blonde was hurting him, but he mostly felt humiliated that he was enduring the abuse for a second time.

Of course Mello didn't know he felt that, but he begun to assume that Near was cross at him as the reddish color on Near's cheeks grew to a beautifully dark shade of scarlet red and he kept his silence, not even seeming to breath for several minutes. Mello wondered if Near was still alive. He sat on his bed so motionless and quiet. It was eerie.

"Near?" Mello called gently from where he stood.

"Get the hell out." Near muttered harshly.

"What did you say?" Mello gawped.

"Get the hell out!" Near snapped at the bewildered blonde.

"Near-"

"Shut up!" Near snapped starting to pull at his white locks of hair. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you so much!"

"Near!" he gasped feeling a sharp stab to his heart. He briefly wondered if Near had felt that way when Mello told him he hated him. Mello stood frozen by shock and emotional pain, which made his heart throb with a dull ache that seemed to sharpen.

"I hate you!" Near shouted continuing the livid chant. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I wish you were dead!"

Mello flinched feeling his heart start to throb faster with that same ache. "Near I did-"

"I wish I were dead!" Near yowled. "I want to crack my skull open! I want to slit my wrists like some emo! I want to rip my chest open! That would please Mello wouldn't it? If I were dead Mello would be pleased! I want to die! I really, really want to die!"

"Near, don't say those awful things, please, don't say those awful things." Mello said in a whisper, which was intended to be louder than what it came out to be.

"I want to die! That would unquestionably make Mello happy!"

"Near stop saying that!" the blonde snapped.

Near looked at Mello as if he'd just realized he was in the room. His wrath was swiftly released on him as Mello opened his mouth to speak further, he was going to try and calm Near, but the albino didn't give him half the chance. If at all any chance.

"Out! I want you the fuck out of my damn room!"

"Near you need to-"

"Get the hell out you damn filthy slag! Whorish git! Get the hell out of my damned room you freakin slut!"

Mello done as told, if Near was using such language, then it meant he was really cross with the blonde. Any idiot who lived with the albino would know that he never used any bad or emotional language unless someone forced it out of him (in this case Mello) and makes him really, really, really pissed. As soon as Mello was out of his room Near didn't let up on the insults or curses and kept them coming trying to get rid of some of his unseen, bottled up fury that had been buried inside his mind for quite sometime.

Standing in the hall Mello listened as Near continued his string of insults and curses. A faint pink crossed Mello's cheeks as he explained what happened to L who didn't seem too pleased, but he didn't seem too unpleased. He appeared rather neutral.

"Don't worry he can't stay that infuriated forever it isn't in his nature." L said calculatingly. "He's probably just blowing off a tiny bit steam."

"Tiny bit?" Mello said skeptically. "That wasn't a tiny bit! It was a great deal of steam!"

"His rage has been bottled up for a long time now, Mello." L said in the same calculating voice. "I believe he's just releasing some of it on you because you've always given him the chance. He'll feel bad about it later and he will without any uncertainty go to your room later today or maybe early tomorrow morning. He'll be extremely embarrassed and prepared to beg on his knees for your forgiveness."

"Why?" Mello demanded. "I've no idea why he would want to. I've put him through hell ever since I met the little bastard. And every time I do anything to him he's like a stupid little puppy you dump on the side of the road because you just want to get rid of it, but it always comes crawling back. Why doesn't he just leave me alone? He knows there is a chance he can get hurt. Especially after that entire episode in his room."

"Puppies are devoted, but I'd say Near is more of a cat than a dog. Matt is the dog."

"Whatever. Leave Matt outta this."

"You know Near is devoted if he hasn't told on you about what you did to him."

"And stupid."

"Do you openly believe Near of all people is stupid?"

"…."

"He undoubtedly loves you, that much should be evident to you."

"…."

"I'll be going now, but I'll be back later to check up on you two. Oh, and Mello?"

"Yeah?"

"Please, work out your anger issues."

"I'll try."

"Is that a promise or just meaningless words?"

"…Meaningless words…."

Without further discussion L left.

Mello felt that dull ache become a sharp stab that didn't go away, but worsened the longer it was there. Why did he have to do what he done? He knew Near was going to be scared of him, he knew the albino wouldn't have wanted to be in (sexual) contact with him. He was probably in his room still cursing or maybe he'd calmed down and was actually contemplating suicide. Mello felt his stomach lurch uneasily at the thought. If Near died it'd be all his fault. And if it were his entire fault then he'd be a murderer.

Why not? He wondered miserably. I'm already a rapist. Why not add murder to the list of things I've done to hurt the people around me?

Near sat in his room, he wasn't angry, or frightened, nor was he contemplating suicide as Mello was worrying about. Near was simply relaxing. After Mello had left and he'd finished his temper tantrum he felt much better about himself, but he also felt a bit worse. He cleaned his room a bit to take his mind off of Mello but he couldn't. He twirled his hair and sighed feeling his stomach flip and flop bizarrely. Guilt tugged at his being and tormented him. Near felt a bit confused, because he never felt as guilty as he did then. He recalled how childishly he acted and knew that was where the guilt was coming from.

He looked to his bedroom door.

The thought of asking Mello for forgiveness crossed his mind, but he smacked it away like it were an annoying insect. After all he'd done and all he'd said the idea was out of the question. Mello hated him even more, but so what? Near didn't care anymore.

If Mello was so heartless to hurt him as he did then why bother asking for forgiveness? He'd probably just hurt him more later. Why bother asking Mello to stop hurting him? Even if Near begged and pled and Mello promised he wouldn't Near doubted that the blonde would truly stop trying to hurt him.

There just was no use stopping the inevitable when Mello was involved.

I forgive you Mello. Near thought longingly. And you can come back to my room, just please, don't hurt me like that again. Please, Mello, I wouldn't be able to live if you hurt me like that again. His thoughts quickly turned to what he said. Damn, I must've really hurt Mello's feelings…either that or pissed him off and he's now thinking of how to get vengeance. I seriously need to work out my anger issues.

He managed to fall into a dreamless sleep after a short while.

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