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Mello: Snow chapters are so cliche. You suck.

Me: No they aren't! You just don't like the cold.

Mello: Whatever.

Me: Fine...but snow chapters means snuggling with Har-mon-yyyyy xD

Mello: .......m-maybe they're okay......

Me: ^^

Mello: Um....Misseh doesn't own Death Note or its characters. By the way, where is Matt?

Me: I locked him in the basement ^^

Mello: o.o

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Act Twenty-One: Forever

Running out into the snow may not have been such a great idea without testing how deep it was first.

You jumped quickly off of the steps to Wammy's and into the snow. You gasped as you plunged deep into the fluffy white sheet that covered the ground, the snow reaching above your knees. Stumbling, you fell forward and flat on your face.

Mello slowly trekked his way through the snow and grabbed your shoulders. He tugged you up and got you back and in balance on your feet again.

"Stupid," he said, wiping snow off of your face. "You should try thinking before you jump, or before anything, for that matter."

You could only grin like an idiot as your face turned red from the cold. "I don't mind. It's all part of the experience, Me-"

You were interrupted by a handful of snow thrown at your face.

"SNOWBALL FIGHT!" Matt shouted, and many other children frolicking in the snow immediately ducked for cover.

Mello bent down and grabbed a handful of snow in his palm, and got to work patting it together. He glared at you from the corners of his eyes.

"Well? Do you want to get hit in the face again, or are you going to help with ammunition?" he stated, acting as though he were in the middle of a frantic war.

You took a seat in the snow and grabbed two handfuls of snow at a time, packing and then setting them in a pile beside Mello's feet. Mello was like a human machine gun, thrusting snowballs at everything that moved.

When you glanced up to see the white bundle that was Near coming carefully down the steps, you knew the inevitable was about to happen.

Mello smirked evilly, his canines gleaming. "Got you," he whispered, and took aim.

With all his might, he threw the snowball over two yards, and successfully his target.

Near stood rigid with a blank expression, the snow up to his waist due to his short stature.

He stood motionlessly for so long that you began to think that perhaps the throw caused some brain damage.

"Uh, Near?" you shouted. "Are you alri-"

Out of nowhere, Near faceplanted into the snow, landing with a soft thud.

Matt jumped out from behind a tree. "ALBINO DOWN! ALBINO DOWN!" he shouted.

"Near, don't be a cheater! It's no fair! You have camouflage!"

You rolled your eyes and trudged through the snow to get to Near, making sure to keep an eye on the spot he fell. When you reached him, he still lay unmoving in the snow.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up to stand again. He stared at you wide-eyed, his cheeks an extremely bright red. It was the most color you've ever seen on Near.

"Near, are you ok?"

He sneezed in response.

"Great, now you're gonna catch a cold.

You wrapped your arm around his shoulder and lead him towards the steps.

"I think it's time we headed inside, guys!" you called out to your group.

Mello bulldozed his way through the snow, jealous of Near's position. Matt hopped towards the steps, making a trail of holes wherever he landed.

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You sighed, sitting on the window seat of the playroom. Near was wrapped in multiple blankets, and would sneeze quietly every now and then. This and the sounds from Matt's video game were the only noises in the room.

Mello took a seat next to you on the window seat, hot chocolate in hand. You eyed his warm, sweet drink with longing, and whimpered in plea for a taste.

"No," he said bluntly. "Make your own."

"But all I want is a taste, Mellooooo!" you whined. He shook his head and took another teasing sip from his cup. "Too bad."

You frowned in annoyance. "Don't tell me this is some sort of "revenge" for helping Near. You have got to be kidding me!"

He smirked and took another sip. "The only way you're getting a sip is through my mouth, and as punishment, I won't even give you the privilege of that. So, sucks to be you!"

"Privilege?"

Mello grimaced. "Whatever. Why don't you just go to Near since you like him so much?"

Sneeze.

You smiled when a mischievous plan popped into your head. "But I don't want to go to Near. I want to stay here with you," you cooed seductively.

Mello shrugged. "I don't blame you."

You groaned inwardly, but tried as hard as you could to show no reaction.

Moving slowly, painfully slowly by Mello's view, you scooted closer to him and rested your head on his chest.

"You know, Mello…," you said softly, toying with the fabric of his shirt. "You're really warm…and soft…."

Mello flinched under your touch in embarrassment. "Uh….um….," he stuttered, unable to speak.

You looked up at him innocently. "What's the matter, my Marshmellow?"

A cup was shoved in your face, the edge pressed against your lips.

"….You win….," Mello sighed in defeat.

You accepted your prize happily, drinking the final drops of the contents in the cup.

You rested your head back against his chest, staring out the window at the continuously falling snow. Your head bobbed up and down in unison with the rise and fall of his breathing chest.

"…Hey, Mello?"

"Yeah?"

You smiled, and leaned towards the glass, breathing on it so it created an area of fog. Using your finger, you began to write in the foggy area:

Do you really love me? Marshmellow?

You smiled at him awkwardly, circling the word 'Marshmellow' with a heart.

Mello's face became flushed, but he managed to grin right back. Leaning towards the glass, he breathed on it so that he created his own fog area next to yours.

Using his finger, he drew an arrow from 'Marshmellow' in the heart to his fog area and wrote:

& Harmony.

It took you a moment before you were able to comprehend what he meant. Mello…and Harmony.

You grinned like an idiot when you finally got it, but he laughed at you. "A little late, don't you think?"

"Shut up."

"Never."

"So you do love me?"

"Forever."

You smiled and leaned back into him, drifting slowly into blissful sleep.

However, you were completely unaware that forever never really lasts that long.