Mello's POV

So I made up with Matt, and in less than 24 hours I've run off again. Running off is my specialty I guess, considering I've done it so many times.

It's raining. Does it always rain when something like this happens?

I sigh and turn the corner of a building. I need to find a new apartment to live in. And I need to find someone who is willing to help me with the kidnapping since Matt's a sissy.

Suddenly, something pushed me and I fell on the ground. In a puddle. And my hair got puddle water in it.

"Oopsie. Sorry Mello-kun."

BB.

"Ugh BB! My hairs got puddle water in it!" I got up and frowned, putting my hands on my hips.

"Sorry, princess." the red eyed one apologized again.

"Whatever." I grunted and turned to keep heading down the street.

"Mello-kun...?"

"What?" I turned and frowned.

"Is something wrong?" BB blinked.

"What makes you think that?"

He hesitantly pointed towards my suitcase and shoulder bag.

"Oh." I said dully. "I'm not living with Matt anymore."

"How come?"

"He gave up the Kira case. And we were fighting."

"Oh. Why'd he give it up? B started walking.

"He said it's a waste of time."

"Well, why do you want to solve it really?"

"To beat fucking Near of course! I have to prove I'm not just the speck of inferior dirt he thinks I am!"

"He thinks your dirt?"

"Well..." I thought for a moment. Near had never actually insulted me directly. Now that I really thought about it the albino had always liked me. Or SAID he did.

"I dunno. The point is I've got to prove I'm L's true successor."

We stopped walking, we were at Beyond's ally now.

"You actually LIKE being L's successor?" Wondered B as he sat down on the dirty asphalt.

"Well..." Did I LIKE being L's successor? I had never really thought about it.

"I ran AWAY from a life like that!" Beyond remarked, taking a jar of jam out of one of the plastic containers in his ally. "Jam?" He offered?

"No thanks..." I eyed the jar of reddish mush he was shoveling into his mouth.

"Well sit down make yourself comfortable."

Comfortable? We were in an ally.

I sat with my right leg up and rested my chin on my knee.

"Say, BB?" I asked.

"Mmm?" He licked jam off of his hand.

"Would you help me kidnap Kiyomi Takeda?

"Why?" He frowned.

"...Your a murderer. I thought you liked stuff like this!"

"That, my friend." BB pointed a finger at me. "Is called stereotyping! You are saying that just because I'm a murderer I like committing crimes!"

"..."

"In other words, no."

"C'mon Beyond, I'll pay ya in jam." I bribed.

"No. Kidnapping is wrong." BB put his hands on his hips.

"And murder isn't?"

"Those people were already going to die!"

I sighed.

"Well do you know of anyone who would help me?"

"What, you think I'm in the mafia? I would never go that low like you."

"What do you mean "low"? You're a fucking killer!"

"I TOLD YOU ALREADY! They were already going to die!"

I sighed. Maybe joint the mafia had been a bad idea. Maybe kidnapping Takeda was a bad idea.

"Beyond...If I cease trying to beat Near...there won't be anything left of me...I'll just be..."

"Mihael Keehl. That who you would be. The scared little boy that arrived at the orphanage after his parents were killed. That's who you were, before you were Mello." Beyond said.

"Whatever."

"Really Michael, you and I are the same you know."

"I am not a jam obsessed killer freak."

"No. But we are the same. You're smart enough to figure it out."

And then I realized we WERE the same. Both of us craved to be better than someone we knew in our heart we could never surpass. And then it hit me. Kidnapping Takeda would only get me into deeper trouble. Near was better than me and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Y-you're...your right...I'll n-never be as good as him..."

I shivered from the rain and my teeth chattered. Suddenly I was running again through the sleet and realizing something I had shoved away, ignored for years simply because I didn't want to believe it.