Ephemeris Silenti
' The Diary of the Dead '
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Amor: 'love'
Happy Valentine's day! Sprinkling of Mello x Matt, Light x L, Gevanni x Near, and HOPEFULLY up on the right day! (kicks her internet angrily)
YESSS! FINALLY HAVE MY INTERNET BACK! (strokes it happily) this brings 'Ephemeris Silenti' up to date and back on track. :)
For all those who don't like boy x boy pairings, avoid this drabble (or, three drabbles)
Thanks for all the new reviews, alerts, favourites, etc, and thanks, as always, to Annie, who takes care of my Latin issues.
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... Entry Twenty Nine – February 14th, 2009 ...
... Amor...
Love is a funny word. It means something different to everyone. Mello showed his love in odd ways, with little gestures that only Matt could interpret. Until they were alone of course.
"What are you doing?"
"hmm? Oh...you wanted those tapes doing, right?" The redhead was propped up on his elbows, lying down in bed, two laptops open and running in front of him. Much to Mello's amusement, only one was being used for the work, the other making the retro noises of the game 'Pacman'. Matt shot him a guilty look. "Yeah...I was bored."
Mello smirked and sat down beside him. "It's fine, you know it is. Not that I could do that."
"What, multitask?" A grin. "You're more like a girl than me, why not?"
"Shut up." The blonde swiped at Matt, who ducked and sniggered. "I meant play games and work at the same time."
"Aye, but some games are the sort you don't want to be working alongside. Pacman's easy. Other things wouldn't be."
Mello's eyebrow quirked. "Oh?" He thought he had an idea as to what 'games' Matt had in mind. He also thought he'd probably like them. Matt turned and grinned at him. "Not that you'd be wanting to put me off my work AT ALL right now, would you?" He said cheekily, leaning up to ghost his lips over Mello's. The blonde smirked, ignoring the colour that rose to his cheeks at the redhead's chaste kiss.
"No. Not at all."
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Of course, different people had different ways of expressing love. L would never quite understand why they had to fight, but he figured it had something to do with the 'kissing and making up' part.
Raito cried out as L's fist collided with his face. He was aware that he deserved it, he had, as usual, started the fight they were now having. He was also aware that it hadn't been something tremendously important they were fighting over. Nevertheless, he snarled and flung out his arm, catching the black-haired man by the collar and yanking him towards him, literally throwing him onto the floor.
"OUCH." L gasped, winded, as he collided with the floor. Raito's unorthodox move had caught him by surprise. Before he had a chance to get up, or retaliate, Raito was on top of him, one of his knees digging uncomfortably into the small of the detective's back. "I win again." The younger's voice hissed in his ear.
"I was not aware this was a contest, Raito-kun..." L managed to gasp out.
"You say that every time."
"..." L reluctantly gave in as he felt the younger man's tongue at his throat. Raito sat up, pulling L with him so they were upright. Then, like he always did, he slid his arms around the detective's waist, kissing his neck. "...Why must you fight me so often?" The older man murmured, licking the blood from his lower lip.
"So I can justify kissing you."
"That makes...absolutely no sense."
"You never heard of kiss and make up?" Ah. L was right then.
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And, yet again, there are other forms of love. Near relied upon Gevanni, perhaps a little more so than the other two SPK agents.
Near stared blankly at the ceiling, yet again cursing his inability to go to sleep. His room was pitch black. Muttering something incoherent and turned over, his eyes resting on a tiny speck of light being reflected off a street lamp way below him.
A sigh.
Then, interestingly, a knock. Near frowned and sat up. "Come in?" He said softly. If he had to guess who it would be...ah. Yes, he was right. "Good evening Gevanni." The light from the corridor flooded the room, and Near blinked, rubbing his eyes.
"I believe that's morning." The dark haired man grinned, nodding to the clock on the bedside, which did indeed read quarter past three in the morning. "It seems you take after your predecessor all too well." Gevanni murmured, sitting on the end of the younger boy's bed. "I made you hot chocolate."
Near smiled genuinely, tiredly, rubbing at his eyes again. "Thank you...you're a lifesaver." He yawned, the unsightly rings under his eyes growing bigger with each night he didn't sleep. Gevanni extended his hand and ran a finger over one of the black marks. "You'll make yourself ill." Near sighed, leaning into the touch. "I can't help it..." He replied. Gevanni pulled the young genius into his arms. "I know." He let Near melt in his arms, weariness overruling propriety.
"Is it Kira?"
"Partly. I think it's Mello, too..."
Gevanni nodded. "You need to unwind..." he rubbed circles on Near's back, and the white haired boy visibly relaxed. Gevanni wasn't sure how long he sat with Near in his arms, but he was still there when the boy woke from his slumber.
Near flushed. "I did it again, didn't I."
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THREE drabbles today, since it's Valentine's day :)
Everyone loves someone, and somewhere, there is someone who loves everyone. (end cheese)
Philosopher's Queen
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