Hi all! So I know this is a really short update but I kind of have writers block at the moment TT_TT I'm going to start updating at least once a week though ^_^
Enjoy!
Mello P.O.V
...Not again.
This is the only thought running through my head as I clean the pale skin, stained with dark crimson. Near doesn't seem to care at all about how close he had come to fucking DYING. He's just sat there with a blank expression, staring at me as I wipe his arm before bandaging it.
No words are passed between us as I finish up, pulling his sleeve down over his mangled forearm. That is, until I hear a small hiccup, that turns into quiet sobbing as the albino's face crumples and he hides his face in his hands. I sigh to myself and pull him into my arms, holding the sheep close as he lets it all out.
It's been like this for about a week or so, since I first spotted him sneaking the blades into his room. I'd tried to corner him the next day to confront him about it and he'd naturally tried to avoid me. But naturally, I didn't give a fuck, and I kept following him around all day until eventually, we headed to his room. He locked the door before turning to me, frowning faintly.
"What is it, Mello?"
Seriously? The little shit looked so casual. I frowned and crossed my arms, glaring at him.
"I'm not going to fuck around Near. Let me see your arms."
From the way Near's eyes had widened, I knew he'd immediately figured out what I was talking about, and what I must have seen. He automatically tried to pull his white sleeves down more, but I stopped him and lifted them, thinking that there would only be a couple of cuts at most.
Fuck, was I wrong.
My eyes widened in shock as I looked at the hundreds of horizontal, dark lines that zig-zagged across Near's forearms. There were too many to count.. Some were scars, but at least six of them were fresh. The skin between the cuts was still pale, and the contrast was horrifying. I didn't understand.
I looked up at Near's expression and saw only...fear. I immediately dropped his arms and pulled him by the hand to his bed, sitting him down before kneeling in front of him on the floor, my gaze not leaving his.
My voice was quiet, and it shook as I spoke.
"Near...Why? How long have you been doing this?"
The albino looked away, his hand going up to his hair.
"...Why does Mello care? It's nothing to do with him."