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White Ivy

"Childish Mello"

The sun was shining in her eyes when she woke up, and there was shouting coming from down the hall. Silver groaned, that's really not a pleasant sound to wake up to.

"Urghh," she gurgled, her mind still hazy from waking up. She sat up and looked around the room. Everything in the room was sheer white, there were no photos on the walls, and the blankets themselves were white, and there were even neat white boxes stacked on the white dresser.

Near. She thought, staring around the room. She was pretty sure that it had to be Near's room, because it certainly wasn't hers. Her room was decorated with everything that she could have possibly smuggled out of Wammy's. She had colored blankets, a sneaked picture of Matt and Sarah, and a recently added photo of her father to name a few of the items she had smuggled under Roger's nose. From what she knew it couldn't be Mello's room either; his would be littered with chocolate wrappers, and she was sure filled with girly clothing.

Near was the only one she knew who could handle, or even enjoy, a room like this. She concluded that the boxes on the dresser had to be puzzle boxes. Yeah, she thought, looking around, this room is definitely his. But, why am I here?

She began to think, trying to remember why she was there when more shouting came from outside the room, "Near," Mello's voice yelled, "Where is it? Where did you put it?" Sounded his muffled yell.

She got up, careful not to make anything messy in the perfectly clean room. It was neater than anything she had ever seen, and she wasn't going to be the one to make it messy.

She heard a door open and some stomping from outside the room, "Where is it?" Mello's voice seethed, she had never heard his voice that terrifying.

Has someone taken his chocolate? Silver giggled to herself, pressing her ear to the door. "I am unsure of what you are speaking of," Near replied to Mello in his usual monotone. His voice didn't even quiver, and Silver smiled at the mental image of Near just sitting there twirling his hair while Mello continued to seethe.

"Where did you put my chocolate?" Mello yelled and Silver smiled, remembering that she had just thought that herself. She opened the door a crack to see what was happening between the two.

"Maybe you misplaced it by accident," Near suggested, continuing to stack cards into a house.

"Is this just a game to you?" Mello shrieked, his face starting to turn very red. "Is this what everything is to you? A game?" He finished, grabbing Near's shirt collar and lifting him into the air.

Mello took a reckless step backward and a small vase toppled off the table, resulting in a loud crash, but that didn't distract Mello. He continued to hold Near in the hair, winding his fist back. "Stop it, Mello," Silver interjected, walking out of the room and Mello almost dropped Near by surprise.

"What are you doing here?" He asked dumbly.

"I can be where I want to," Silver replied, and when a sudden wave of confidence swept through her body she continued, "Now put him down, jeez, he didn't take your damned chocolate," She finished walking up to him.

In all honesty she was scared out of her mind; Mello was terrifying when he was angry, especially when it was about chocolate. He was nearly a foot taller than her, and he looked scarier than Zellogi had when she had first met him. However, she swallowed her fear and gave him the meanest, toughest glare she could mange. But, she was pretty sure her efforts were in vain.

The two stood there for a few minutes, just trying to stare each other down. When he realized that despite how scared she was that she wasn't going to back down, he dropped Near on his stack of cards (unfortunately causing the impressive tower to crumble), and left the room.

Near didn't say a word as he got up, dusted himself off, and sat back down in his comfortable position. He picked up his cards and started rebuilding the card house, "Are you alright?" Silver asked him quietly, still dazed by the situation.

"Quite fine, actually," Near reassured, stacking cards carefully, "All except for the vase and my cards, there seems to be no casualties," He said, not the least bit frazzled.

"I'd go insane," Silver said, shrugging, deciding that she should go back to her own room. She left and headed toward the elevator without another word.

For what felt like a long time Silver just sat in the elevator; she was thinking too hard to realize that she hadn't pushed the button for her floor yet.

Why can't I remember anything that happened? Silver asked herself, I remember not being able to sleep…which makes sense. I've always been able to sleep better when I'm by Near, she thought, but she remembered him saying something and she couldn't remember what it was.

She sighed, she'd admit it – she liked Near. The only problem was that she might like Mello too, which was why she never acted on either of those feelings; she would never want to hurt either of them in any way.

And maybe Mello doesn't like me like that, but I'm still his friend, and I know he wouldn't want to see me as his enemy's girlfriend, she thought, suddenly feeling sorry that she had unintentionally hurt his feelings by staying with Near last night.

But, maybe Near doesn't like me either, she thought sadly, noticing that the elevator had been still for awhile. She knew that the elevator only moved when someone needed to use it, so she reached her hand out and was about to press her number when the elevator jostled upwards.

She didn't press her button and waited as the elevator stopped on a floor. She watched as the doors slowly opened and when they finally opened all the way she was only mildly surprised to see L and Light waiting there, handcuffed to each other.

Light smiled when he saw her and started to talk nonchalantly about what a nice morning it was, but then stopped when he saw her worried face, "Are you okay?" He asked, genuinely concerned, while L just seemed to stand there, analyzing everything like he always did.

"You two aren't going to start fighting, now, are you?" She asked, only half-kidding as they stepped in the elevator and she kindly pressed a button for them, and one for herself.

They both looked at each other and shrugged, "Well, don't," Silver said sternly, "I'll have to hit you both if you do. If Mello can refrain from hitting Near while we're here, then you two can refrain from fighting as well," She lied, knowing that Mello had been just as brutal to Near as before, but this time he was much more cunning and deceiving, letting the tormenting go under the radar.

"I think we're over that, aren't we, Ryuzaki?" Light asked calmly, "He doesn't seriously think I am capable of murdering people anymore, now do you?" Silver mentally face palmed.

"Why, yes Light. I do think you are capable of such a thing," L replied simply.

Oh, not again, Silver groaned.

At first, Light just sat there, weighing his chances. Then, without a second of hesitation leaned back, and punched L smack in the middle of his face. L's reflexes, however, were fast. Within the second Light had managed to pull his fist back L had gotten to the floor and kicked Light in the face.

Silver took it as her window of opportunity. She used the chain that linked them together for leverage and combined what little she knew of Judo along with her other martial arts skills, and flipped both of them on the floor, pinning them against each other.

"I told you that I would have no choice but to restrain you," She said, a vicious smile on her face.

"Actually," L clarified, his voice muffled by Light, "You said that you would have to hit us, not restrain us."

"Oh yes," she said, "I'm sorry, thanks for reminding me, L." She said, smacking them both over the head.

"You didn't have to remind her," Light fumed.

"Well," Silver said, noticing the stalled elevator, "I'd love to stay and chat, but this happens to be the floor I had intending to get off on," she said, wrapping the chain around them, "Goodbye!"

She walked down the corridor to the door at the end of the hallway. The corridor was empty, just as Near's had been, and there was a glass table on the side with a glass vase.

He breaks everything, how has he managed to keep that safe? She asked herself, chucking.

She sharply knocked twice on the door, "Hey, Mello, we need to talk."

"Here it comes, you'll probably tell me everything you think, here it comes, the place and the time that we knew everything could go wrong," – Here it Comes, Modest Mouse