Title: die Dreiecksgeschichte
Pairing: MelloxMattxNear
Dedication: For YaoiSmutMaster who wanted me to write a fanfic with this pairing. I hope this lives up to your expectations! ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any thing relating to Death Note, just this story. (^-^)

A/N: Okay, so now I know Optimus Prime is not a Gundam; thanks for telling me Near-x and Feline Jaye ! I'll make sure to remember that Transformers and Gundams are different. Hehe! (^w^) On with the Shounen-ai! (Later to be yaoi)


"die Dreiecksgeschichte"
Love Triangle

A small girl named Linda ran up the stairs that led to the first hall of the young orphan's dorms. As she ran her small pigtails bounced up and down with each stride she took. Linda was headed in the direction of a red-headed gamer's dorm who was the second person she felt closest to. Tears were streaming down her cheeks in rivers as she recalled what had happened only a moment before..

"Mello, don't you dare do that to a lady! Now apologize to Near!"

He laughed with his hand protectively holding his cheek. "Ha! You?! A lady!? Don't make me laugh! With a violent streak like that you could never get a boyfriend!" as he spoke cruelly, a smirk came alive on his face.

"You're one to talk, Mello..." Near whispered to himself while looking away from both Mello and I.

"What did you- !?" shouted Mello.

Then a sniffle escaped from my grasp and interrupted the rest of the Mello's words."M- Mello, you- BULLY!"

She wasn't quite sure if she should be coming to the red-headed Matt's room rather than Roger's office, but it is where her running feet brought her so she decided that she might as well. First, she knocked once on Matt's door with no reply. Then she knocked again at his door, but this time she heard some type of click which must have been a game that he was playing.

"Matt?" called out Linda to the closed-off room. "Are you in there?" She was always a little nervous every time she tried talking to Matt, but it was always made worth-while for her by his caring smile. "Matt?" I knocked again but no reply. A tear threatens to fall down my face, but I wipe it away.

Matt's face was too happy and comforting to turn it sad with my tears . . . I needed him to be happy while I wasn't. It always makes me feel better when he offers up his kind words.

I knock again, but there's still no reply. So I leave while feeling worse than I had when I came to his door. The clicking had stopped and no movement was going on in there, so I figure he doesn't want to see me. I guess I'll just go straight to Mello . . .

Mello's POV
Both of my hands are wrapped around Matt's mouth, and none around Near's, but my eyes are glued at Near's grey ones in a devil's stare, forbidding him to speak. He doesn't talk much anyway, so why would I need to? I don't know. And as expected, even when Linda's voice cracks on Matt's name, Near doesn't say a word and Matt doesn't try to defy me. Both of them are staring at me now, Matt and Near. Matt's gaze looks confused and Near just looks bored.

Once Linda leaves, I listen for her footsteps until they become quieter, and quieter until there's nothing left of the sound. Then I pause for a second more just in case she didn't really go all that far from the door, and release my grip on Matt's mouth and Near's eyes.

Matt and I both breathe out a sigh of relief.

What was Matt relieved about?

Near just looked down at Matt's messy bedroom floor and twisted his hair again. He looked kind of tired . . . Why the fuck was he tired? He didn't have nothin' to worry about in the first place! Linda was his fucking "protector," wasn't he?

Shit!

I scowled. Why the hell did I care?

Earlier, Matt, Near, and I came to Matt's room earlier since Matt was really excited about his video game. I don't get why that fucking albino shrimp had to come, but Matt wanted him to see it too. How come they were getting so buddy-buddy lately, anyway? It pisses me off! Couldn't Matt just leave that frickin' kid alone like I do?

I looked up from my knee and my scowl deepened when I saw Near smiling a little at Matt who was saying something to him. Near had his head rested on his hand that was on his knee and Matt was sitting with his legs crossed, hands on his knees with a wide grin on his face as he spoke.

It pissed me off.

So I slammed my fist on Matt's hand that was closest to me, his left one, and I got up to walk over to Matt's bed as Matt winced and cursed at me. Near went back to his lame mundane expression. It was better than him smiling at Matt like he was his friend or something.

"What the hell Mello!?" Matt accused. "What the hell did I do to you to deserve that?" He looked angry with me, but it would die down. Matt was used to me doing stuff like that.

"'Cause your ugly face pissed me off." I replied as I flopped on his bed.

He laughed. "Jesus, Mello." Then he looked up for a moment as if to think of a comeback. "Well your face looks so frickin' girly that even Near looks more manly than you!"

I sat straight up. "What the fuck, Matt?! That's not even funny!!"

Matt started roaring with laughter; Near hid a tiny upturn at the edge of his lips.

I growled and tackled down Matt. "DIE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I screamed while Matt laughed and held my hands out of reach from him. "THAT WASN'T FUNNY!!"

Until we both heard a small "Pfft!" from behind us. We both turned with wide eyes in shock. Near had laughed! Getting him to turn up a corner of his lips was one thing, but laughing was just amazing! Who had ever heard him laugh before? Absolutely no one. Probably not even Linda had heard him laugh.

And just as we gaped at his small laugh that he held back, his face turned flat. It was just like a snowstorm had whipped through and stolen his emotion once again. It had happened that fast.

Then Matt smiled and scooted over to Near after pushing me softly to the side. He stared at Near for a long time with his goofy smile, and I was getting pissed again. But Near showed no sign of acknowledging him, he just stared back at Matt with his lazy straight face. This went on for about two to two and a half minutes before I broke up their staring. Their eyes connecting like that pissed me off even more.

"God damn, Matt! What are you?" I smirked. "A fag?"

Matt turned around to face me with a laugh. "Of course, Mello!" he exclaimed playfully, which was a bit disturbing. "Are you getting jealous? Want some lovin', Mello?" A wide grin spread across his face and he exploded with laughter again as he shoved me repeatedly.

"What the fuck?" I shoved back his hand. "Why the hell would I want to do with a fa-"

"Matt," spoke the once silent Near. "Didn't you have a game you wanted to show us?" He looked a little annoyed and maybe even let down somehow with what I was about to say.

Matt slammed his fist into his left hand. "Oh, yeah!" exclaimed Matt. "I almost forgot! Thanks, Near." Then he went around to his closet and began his search for what I assumed was his new game. He never cleaned up well or took good care of his stuff. Someday Roger was gonna have a talk with him about personal hygiene and good organization 'cause that's just how Roger is with what Matt does.

While Matt was getting his game, I felt a pair of eyes on me, Near's blank grey eyes. His eyes reminded me of something you would see in a horror movie. One with reeeeally bad acting.

His staring was beginning to annoy me.

"What the hell do you want, Near!?" I growled in a whisper.

Then he looked away. "Nothing." replied he.

I crossed my arms in return and tilted my head while staring him down; it was kind of like a continuation of before, except Near was looking back at me. I knew he could feel my stare just as I did, but he still didn't turn. So I scooted over to him and pinched his nose.

His eyes squeezed together for a second in pain.

"You piss me off." I whispered to him, still pinching his nose. "I hate you, Near."

No response.

Near never fought me off. In fact, he took everything that anybody did to him. But I doubted he would ever freak and shoot up the orphanage though.

I smirked and whispered: "You are one hell of a masochist, Near." right before I scooted back as Matt turned around with game in-hand.

"I found it!" He exclaimed with a smile. He was always smiling . . . until he saw Near looking down and my bored look. "What?" he said confused with wide eyes. "What happened?"

A smile crept across my face. "Nothing." I replied. "Why don't you show us your video game, Matt?"

As third place in the orphanage, he didn't act like it.

"Righty-o!" he exclaimed to us, and then the real game began.

To Be Continued . . .


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