Alright so I'll warn you now it's not exactly a happily ever after, but that's because when I pieced the idea together I was watching his outcome so...yeah. For those of you who haven't exactly gotten that far yet, I'll warn you that there are spoilers. Also, if anyone's wondering if I made up how Near formed his alias, I didn't. I read up on it, and that's how it was created. I hope you enjoy BlackGiratina! As to others who may stumble upon this as well! Baibai for now!
"Kitori." A red haired man said. He blew out a puff of smoke before placing the cigarette between his lips again. He looked down at the pale girl lounging on the couch. She had an iPod Nano lying on her chest, blasted to the maximum volume and Matt could hear "Scared" by Three Days Grace blaring. Sometimes Matt couldn't help but wonder how the girl didn't go deaf on days like this. "Kitori," He tried again, his cigarette moving with his lips. "I don't have time for this." He sighed to himself. Matt grabbed the white cord to her headphones and yanked them out, both the ear buds and the iPod flying across the room and hitting the wall.
"What was that for?!" She yelled in irritation. He untidy blond hair bouncing with her as she jumped off the couch and ran after the iPod. Matt shook his head at the girl before pulling the cigarette out of his mouth, delicately holding it between his thumb and pointer finger, and sighing. Lately she had seemed as though she had been majorly PMS-ing, and when Kitori did PMS, the Mafia did everything they could to stay away. Kitori could be a frightening woman on her time.
"Mello wants you. Do us all a favor," Matt said turning around walking for the door. "Don't kill him when he opens his mouth." He ran out of the door and slammed it behind him, Kitori sending a very cold and menacing death glare towards the door. Why would she kill Mello? His "plea" made it sound like Mello only had something outrageous in store, and if that was the truth; Kitori wanted nothing to do with it. Not now.
Sighing, she wrapped the headphones around the iPod and slipped it in her pocket in her dark wash jeans before stepping to the door and opening it. She left the door wide open, not really caring if anyone went in. Normally Matt would have been playing his Xbox but Kitori hadn't been in the brightest of moods and so she decided to take over what could be considered the living room causing him to stay away. He was probably off somewhere playing his DS or something.
Kitori causally strode by a few of the Mafia members who couldn't help but turn their head. She was quite the stunning woman. She had an extremely pale complexion, chalky white, with long blond untidy hair and deep green eyes that stood out without any make-up enhancement. Kitori never wore make-up because she didn't need it; she was a natural beauty even if she was covered in dirt, grime, and mud. This had caused a lot of men to turn heads, and even a few women, with perverted comments and dumb pick-up lines. She, however, easily snapped back with a smart comment that left them completely dumbfounded.
Reaching Mello's door, she pulled down on the hem of her black shirt in an attempt to straighten it out and zipped up her purple jacket slightly. Normally she would have her red cap on, but today she just didn't bother with it. She finally deemed herself presentable and knocked on his bedroom door. Kitori assumed this was where Mello was, although she could have been wrong. After standing outside of his door for a few minutes with no response she turned to leave, but someone cleared their throat and Kitori turned back to Mello's door, only to drop her jaw.
Mello stood in the doorway, a black towel wrapped around his waist, excess water dripping from his hair, and body still wet. A faint blush grazed Kitori's cheeks as she looked him over. When she heard a snicker she quickly snapped out of her daze and looked up at Mello's face. He had a smug smile spreading his lips and Kitori only shoved past him and sat on his bed. "I'm guessing you liked what you saw. You were staring for a good two minutes." He mocked, shutting the door behind him.
"Next time you should get dressed before you answer your door. At least pants, man. Come on, work with me here." Kitori snapped back in defense. "It's only common courtesy. No one wants to stare at a naked man."
"You do." Mello said before turning to his dresser.
Kitori's blush only became deeper. "Damn him." She thought before lying back on his bed. She closed her eyes, allowing Mello to dress himself in some privacy. She had known Mello ever since she had came to Wammy's House when she was thirteen. True they hadn't exactly known each other for very long, since she ran away when she was fifteen, but they had grown a close enough relationship that when he found her a few years ago he gladly invited her to join the Mafia. She was an intelligent girl who proved herself useful to his cause.
The only downfall to her joining was the slight crush that erupted in both of them. It was hard to tell that they liked each other, because they treated each other as they would any normal person, but there were just something's that they wouldn't do. Mello wouldn't eat chocolate when he was speaking with her and she wouldn't be as sarcastic as she normally would have. Small things like that.
Now normally, she wouldn't have blushed when she saw him in just a towel because normally she wouldn't have stared but over the past few months her crush had bloomed into love. She stopped denying it the first time she felt hurt by something miniscule he said. He, in return, was angry with himself for making her feel bad. They both had it bad, but yet it was unspoken to either of their mutual love. As these thoughts were being mulled over in her mind, something wet hit her forehead. At first, Kitori thought nothing of it, but when another and then another hit her head she couldn't help but open her eyes in wonder of what was dripping on her.
When she had opened her eyes she jumped back a little, startled by Mello's hovering over her. He just smirked. "Sorry I thought you fell asleep on me there. I called your name twice." He explained crawling off of her.
"This gives you the right to hover over me like a deranged killer?" She asked. Had she really been so deep in thought she didn't even hear Mello calling her? She sat up and looked at his back. The only thing he bothered to pull on was his leather pants (and presumably his boxers).
Mello looked at her reflection in the glass cover of a hung photo he had. Well, it wasn't a photo it was a degree. Kitori wanted him to be proud of his achievements and she hung it up herself when she found it one day. He was out with Matt buying chocolate and when he returned to the hideout he didn't notice until she questioned him about it. He never bothered to take it down mainly because Kitori took her time to hang it up. He didn't want to offend her. "So," He began, still smirking as he watched her snap from looking at his body to looking at the back of his head. "What exactly were you so deep in thought about? Anything I should know?"
"I thought you wanted to see me and I was merely pondering what it could possibly be, seeing as how you haven't bothered to try and tell me yet." Kitori replied, focusing on his strawberry blond hair.
"Good question." Mello thought to himself. What exactly had he called her in for? Thinking about this for a moment as he turned around to face her he suddenly recalled what he wanted to say. "Right," He began walking over to her. "I just wanted to apologize for a few nights ago. You were right, apparently. Near unfortunately managed to get in contact with me and I asked him about your theory. He said that it was a good possibility that your theory was correct, and when I brought up mine he pretty much put it down within a matter of seconds. Damn Nate."
They both shuddered at the teenage boy's name. It was rare that Mello actually used Near's real name. Kitori already knew that Near was Nate River. That was how he created his alias. He took the N and A out of his first name and combined it with the R and E to eventually form the alias Near. The two shared a mutual hatred for the seventeen-year-old, although their reasons differed. Mello hated him because Near was always the best and Kitori hated him because he knew her sister's name before she was mysteriously killed. Eventually she had discovered that it was Kira who killed her, even though he sister was innocent, but the hate for him never died. He was just an annoying brat in her eyes.
"So how much pride did you have to swallow to be able to say that?" She asked him, this time it was her turn to smirk. Mello didn't like to be wrong so it took a lot for him to actually apologize and when he did he had to swallow a lot of pride before he could even say the word "I".
"None what-so-ever." He replied, his smirk growing as she rolled her eyes in disbelief. By now he was standing directly in front of her and looking down. He was still a little wet, but for the most part he was pretty dry.
Kitori smirked up at him and stood to her full height, but Mello grabbed her shoulders and sat her down. She gave him a quizzical look as to ask "more" but her expression soon changed. Mello's right hand moved to the back of her head and he slammed his lips down on hers creating a very passionate kiss in the process. Kitori didn't respond or even fall into the kiss and when he pulled away he just grinned. He face was a very dark red. "W-what?" She stuttered, but Mello silenced her by pushing her back against the bed and unzipped her jacket.
"I didn't have to swallow any pride to apologize to you. You were right and I was wrong. It's as simple as that." He replied, grabbing both her wrists and easily pinning them above her head with one hand. He crawled ontop of her and sat down in her lap, leaning forward staring at her neck mesmerized. She opened her mouth ready to speak but Mello silenced her by claiming her lips yet again. This time, Kitori respond and kissed him back but he pulled away again. "That's the reaction I was looking for the first time."
"Tease." She mumbled.
"Just for you." He purred, trailing kisses from the corner of her mouth down her jaw and to her neck. By then she began to squirm in an attempt to break free from him. She wasn't going to be the submissive one here, nor was he. He continued to kiss her neck randomly until he heard a soft groan escape her lips. Kitori knew she was about to regret that and she was proven right when Mello attacked her soft spot.
However, it didn't take long for the moment to be ruined. A knock was on his door and Matt's voice broke through the barrier between the Mafia and the love on the bed. "Mello, it's N. He's contacted us again and he has a favor to ask of us." Mello closed his eyes and shook his head. Of course he managed that, right now of all times. He looked back to Kitori who held the same fallen expression he had a few moment earlier. He smiled and noticed the small hickey forming on her neck.
"Well," He began, letting go of her wrists and grabbing her faces in his hands. "Looks like I've marked you now." He whispered pulling her into a quick kiss before crawling off of her and pulling on his leather vest. Kitori slid off the bed and followed behind Mello, stopping when Matt broke out in laughter. Kitori snapped and looked back at him.
"What's so funny?" She asked.
He just smirked evilly and walked past her murmuring, "hickey". A hand instantly flew up to her neck and she went the opposite direction to look in the closest mirror. Mello had, in fact, "branded" her. She closed her eyes and wondered what kind of remarks she was going to be receiving now. They weren't going to be anything good, but like always, Kitori could deal with it.
Throughout the past week Mello had passed her in empty hallways and had her up against the wall within a matter of minutes, hands either above her head or laced with his, but no matter what it was he would always kiss her deep and kiss her passionately. When the kisses ended, however, he would simply walk away without even a second glance. It confused Kitori a little because he wouldn't talk with her anymore and he would leave a room when she entered the same one as him. Matt wouldn't elaborate either, so Kitori had come to the conclusion that he must have kissed her that first day one week ago because of a bet and the only reason he continued with her was because he must have been sexually frustrated. It hurt Kitori because it seemed as though the feelings she had for him weren't mutual.
The same thing could be said for now. Mello had both her hands pinned against the wall, his body pressed as close as he could get to hers, and he was kissing her with a tremendous amount of passion. Kitori couldn't help but respond to the kiss. Even though she felt hurt by what she had concluded her feelings didn't change for him. When he pulled away from her this time she didn't hesitate and grabbed the crucifix hanging from his neck. "Mello," she whispered when he grabbed her wrist. "What happened last week? Why do you keep avoiding me?" She asked, staring at his crucifix. Kitori couldn't look him in the eyes. He remained silent and dropped his cross knowing she wasn't going to get an answer. "Please let go, I'll leave now." However, Mello didn't let go. Instead Mello pulled her back to him and embraced her.
"I'm sorry Rei." He whispered, stroking her hair. She smiled a little as Mello used her real name. He name wasn't Kitori - that was her alias. Her name was in fact Rei Hirochu. They stood like that for a few minutes before she pushed him away and grabbed his face in both of her hands.
"You still haven't answered my question." Kitori reminded him.
"Remember how Near contacted me last week?" He asked. She nodded her head and he continued. "Well he's asking something of me I just can't refuse but the risk of doing this is unbearable to think about."
"What did he ask of you?" Kitori asked, concern laced in her voice.
"Kiyomi Takada." He sighed.
"Isn't she the 'spokes-person' of Light?" Kitori asked. Mello, Matt, and Kitori agreed long ago that it was Light Yagami who was Kira. Afterwords, they just said "Light" instead of saying "Kira". It saved them a lot of trouble when they spoke about it in public.
"Yeah," Mello confirmed looking up at Kitori. He kissed her forehead before continuing. "He wants me to kidnap her and get all the information I can from her. The biggest risk of this though is that she is the fifth Kira and-"
"-she can kill you." Kitori finished, dropping her hands to her side and stepping back.
"Exactly." Mello said, his expression showed hurt from her walking away from him. "I'm to do this on January 26." He explained. Kitori gasped.
"That's tomorrow!" She cried. Mello nodded and Kitori could only stare at him. Her hatred for Near increased one hundred fold. Kitori felt as though she was on the verge of tears but she took a deep breathe to hold them back. Mello grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back to him. He pulled her into the most passionate kiss she had received yet. She wrapped her arms around his neck as a lone tear trickled down her cheek. This wasn't fair. First she lost her family and now she was going to lose her love.
The need for air came upon them quicker than they had expected and they both pulled away, panting slightly. Mello quickly wiped away the one tear falling down her cheek. "You know that none of this is fake. All of this is real. Every kiss, every word," He whispered tracing down her neck and down her spine. "Every touch." He finished. He laced his hand with hers and pulled her to his bedroom. This was the last night she would have with him and he would have with her. Mello was positive that he was going to die tomorrow and he wasn't going to leave without leaving her something to remember him by.
Their first and last night together began with a kiss and ended with a conception.
"Kitori." Someone whispered. She just waved them off and snuggled deeper into the warm hospital blankets. "Mello wants his mother." The person whispered again. Kitori's eyes fluttered as she pushed herself up to look at Near. True she had a deep rooted hatred for the teen, but Near wouldn't allow her to live on her own when the father couldn't be present with them. Kitori wasn't going to allow Near to be Mello Keehl's father figure but she would allow him to be present in the child's life. After all, Near helped her throughout her pregnancy along with the rest of the SPK and the Task Force.
It was a week after Light Yagami had been proven Kira and had been shot and killed by his own shinigami that Kitori discovered she was pregnant with Miheal's child. Her child was named after her love's alias so she could have space in her heart for both of them. Not a senior and junior. Separate and combined spaces for both of them. Mello cried and Near gently carried him over to his mother where she cradled him in her arms and softly hummed, lulling the child back to sleep. His deep green eyes, like Rei's, smiled at her before slowly closing back to slumber. She looked at his strawberry blond hair and then looked out the window smiling.
"It's alright Mello." She whispered, kissing her child's forehead softly. "Mommy is here and daddy is here too."