"Where the hell did you go?" Mello asked the seemly calm boy who re-entered the room.
"I needed the bathroom." Near replied, picking up a jigsaw at random and sitting on the floor.
"Hey…can…can I help?" Mello asked after a few minutes of watching the younger male pour out the pieces onto the carpeted floor.
"Sure." he replied, smiling gently to himself.
"So..why did you leave after I caught you from breaking your skull open?" the blonde asked.
"I needed to use the bathroom, I already told you that, Mello." the boy replied.
"Uh, I set up a game, by the way.." Mello muttered, sitting down on the ground beside the board game.
"That was nice of you.." Near smiled gently, sitting down opposite the older male and starting putting the pieces into their places.
An hour passed of the two boys concentrating on the puzzle, not one of them interacting with the other.
That was, until the last piece of the puzzle was no where to be found.
"You through it out the window, didn't you." Near said, not really directed as a question, but a statement.
"Why the hell would I do that!? Seriously, I just want to get out of this hell hole earlier by getting along with you! It doesn't mean I enjoy this!" Mello shouted, standing up.
Near didn't reply. The boy sat there on the floor, curling the same lock of white hair.
"Why are you being so ignorant!? Listen to me! Look at me when I'm talking, you idiot!" Mello screamed, kicking the game away and kneeling down beside Near.
"Idiot…haha." Near giggled, looking away from the elder's wicked face.
"What's so funny?" Mello growled.
"Oh, nothing…nothing that should concern you, Number Two." Near replied.
Mello's eye twitched as he repeated those to words in his head over and over in his head. Number two….Number two…
"Number Two!? You asshole!" Mello hissed harshly, grabbing a hold of either side of Near's baggy-sleeved arms.
Suddenly, Near blushed, dropping his head to face the ground.
"Your totally messed up, you know that?" Mello muttered, seeing the red in Near's pale cheeks, "I'm outta here. I'm not spending one more minute with you, you sick bastard."
The blonde stormed towards the door, taking one more look at the blushing boy on the floor, curling a strand of hair, and slammed the door behind him.
After a few minutes of repeating those simple actions, the white haired boy took a deep breath and re-focused his facial expression to the bored, emotionless face it was before. Near stood up, walking over to pick up the board, and started retrieving the lost pieces.
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Mello stomped through the hallway, every child around him ducking or dodging out of the way. Everybody knows not to interact with Mello when he's pissed.
The boy slammed his bedroom door behind him, throwing his thin body on the bed. Mello thought about how much he hated that boy…his white…well, everything, basically. Except for his eyes. He has L's eyes.
The blonde rolled onto his side, sticking his arm under the bed to search for a bar of chocolate. No success.
"Damn it!" he muttered, standing up, walking over to his desk and searching his drawers for his emergency chocolate.
"Where's all my chocolate??" Mello asked himself, turning around in a circle numerous times, before it hit him.
"Near," he muttered.
Once again, Mello stomped back down the hallway, making everyone in his path again duck and dodge out of his way.
He pushed open the big double doors with force, making them hit off the walls, which left big dents where the door handles collided with the wall.
"What the hell did you do with my chocolate, Near?!" Mello asked through his teeth.
"Mello, answer me something," Near said in his monotone voice, "Aren't you wondering how I knew your real name?" he asked.
Mello opened his mouth to protest, but turned his head slightly, Near's question actually puzzling Mello. The blonde turned around and closed the door.
"Okay, how did you know my name?" Mello asked, calmer than before.
"You tell me how you knew mine, first." Near replied.
Mello sighed, "I went through Roger's files, okay? I've done it loads of times before, so yeah."
The younger male let out a half-hearted laugh, resting his chin on his knee, "Interesting…" he muttered.
"Now, your turn, Near."
"I knew what you are capable of, so I went through Roger's files to find your name so I'd have something to comeback on if you got annoyed, which you obviously did. My plan didn't work as I planned it to." the white haired boy explained.
"Fine. There. We both know what happened, now where's my goddamn chocolate?!" Mello said, remembering why he was in the same room as Near.
"I was experimenting." Near began, "You're so moody…and I was experimenting to see if it was the chocolate made you more moody, so I threw it out. Plus, chocolate will make you fat."
Mello's eye twitched, "You…You threw out my chocolate!?" Mello screamed, "You threw out my chocolate?!?! Damn you, Near!"
Mello, for the third time, stomped threw that same hallway and up to his room to grab a 10 pound note from his piggybank. He walked down the hallway and straight for the door.
"I'm sick of that guy and his mood swings…" one kid muttered to another. Mello heard what he said clearly. Slowly, the blonde turned his head and stared menacingly and the boy, before he and his friend ran away, scared witless.
"Mello," someone called when he reached for the door handle, "Where might you be going?"
Mello turned around to see Roger walking towards him.
"Roger, I'm going to the shop around the corner. Near threw out all my chocolate.." Mello said innocently.
"Hmm.." Roger muttered, taking off his glasses and polishing them with his handkerchief, "Be back in twenty minutes, alright?"
"I'll be back in ten, Roger." Mello said, turning and opening the door.
The boy rushed down the street, trying to avoid everyone walking against him. Suddenly, while Mello was staring at the ground, he knocked into someone's shoulder, sending them crashing to the ground. Mello put a hand on the pole beside him, steadying himself, before looking at the person he knocked into. Just a random red haired guy who came out of nowhere.
"Sorry," Mello muttered, "I'm in a rush...I didn't see you."
"Oh, no problem.." the boy replied, picking up his portable games console, "Hmm, it's okay. I can fix it when I get back." the boy smiled at Mello, sticking up a hand to assure no harm was done, and walked off in the opposite direction Mello was going.
"What a weird kid," Mello muttered, "Did you see how he was dressed?" the boy laughed, noticing no one was listening to him, "Oh."
Mello arrived at the shop, asking for 4 chocolate bars. When he had finished paying and was standing outside of the shop, he rummaged in the plastic bag for a bar, opening it ravenously, finally biting a chunk out of the chocolate and letting it melt on his tongue.
"Oh, yeah. That's the stuff." the boy smiled, walking back to Wammy's.
When Mello got back to Wammy's, everything seemed strangely different. People seemed…happier….more active, maybe?
The blonde ignored everyone, as he usually did, and headed to his bedroom.
The boy closed the door, kicking off his boots and stretching his black jumper to loosen it against his chest. He lay down on the bed, leaving the bag on the floor nearby, enjoying every bite of chocolate he took out of the bar.
Then, he heard a clank sound.
"What the hell?!" Mello shouted, jumping up on his bed, "Near?! Get the hell out of my room, you perverted freak!"
"Mello, I have another question for you." Near said, starting to rebuild the dice-tower he was in the process of stacking.
"First you steal my chocolate, and now you expect me to play your games?! Just tell me what you want so I can get back to my relaxing.." Mello groaned, sitting down on the bed.
"Alright. Answer honestly: Have you ever had a real friend before, Mello?" Near asked.
The blonde didn't answer.
"Well?" the younger boy asked, lifting his head and flicking his white hair out of his dark eyes to look straight at Mello, "Please answer me, Mello."
Mello really did not understand this boy at all. Why would he care if he has had a friend or not?
"Well, okay…I'll tell you then, but I don't see why…" Mello muttered, playing along with the boy's game.
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AC: Just to tell you, this fanfic is before the Kira case, so Mello and Near are both younger than they are in the manga. Near's a bit more…less mature, but still mature? I don't know how to explain it. Mello is about 13, nearly 14 and Near is 11, nearly 12.
Oh, and if you can't understand the part where Near seemed to have a crush on Mello, he was all sneaky-like and blushed, pretending to have a crush on Mello, to get the blonde out of his face.
And don't worry. I think Matt's entering in the next chapter. It is a NearxMelloxMatt, after all. But it won't stay that way for long..
I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry it took so long. My friends on DeviantArt know I have a bit of a Frerard-block because Gerard's having a kid, which is putting me off Frerard a bit, haha.
Mello~