Sooo... today while laying around in bed because it is soo warm beneath my favorite blanket and sooo freezing outside it's confines I remembered that this blanket is what started the whole inspiration for the Fais Do Do storyline. I then also began thinking about how sooo many people favorited that story ^_^ No one really reviewed it.... *cough * * hint * but a lot of you favorited and that made me so happy lol So I decided this morning that it would be a good idea to add another chapter.. but this time for Mello's sad moments. To see how Near takes care of him. If I get even more reviews I made add on additional chapters for characters such as... Matt, L, and anyone else you have requests for. Yes, I take requests lol. If you have a request please submit whih pairing you want. Like if you choose Matt I can do MattXNearXMello or just MattXMello or any crack pairings lol I do threesome pairings and twosomes.. but no foursomes! lol. Let's begin shall we?

Many people depicted Mello as wild. He was a wild, brash, untamed beauty. He was fire. Liquid fire ran through his veins and created his very drive. It created his very essence.

When people think of Mello as this wild man they think of rage, hate, lust, passion, fury. All the emotions from a hurt and tragic past. But no one ever thinks of him as someone who will cry.

Because most of the time he doesn't.

Save for one day out of the year.

One tiny tiny exception.

The anniversary of his mother's death.

Mischa Keehl Beloved friend and mother. Lost a courageous battle against cancer and died on May 10, 1995. Forever in our hearts and minds.Those words and that day forever burned in Mello's memory. Nothing else ever bothered him as much as that single day. The only thing that ever came close is when Near's poor immune system would end up making him sick to the point of hospitalization. Then Mello would grab his rosary and sit by Near's bedside head bowed in silent prayer. Near would gaze at his lover in understanding large round eyes blinking with worry and lean up kissing the cross clutched tightly in the leather clad fingers murmuring a soft Amen as Mello would finish.

Near knew the moment he woke up what day it was. He could instantly feel the tension and pain in the air. He turned over onto his side and studied the empty spot on the bed beside him. He clutched his blankie tightly as he wondered if Mello had decided to leave or if he was still in the apartment. Shuffling noises and the shower being turned on informed him of the answer. Near climbed out of bed and tiptoed over to the washroom door. The small boy gently pushed it open to peek in a small frown gracing his lips at the sight before him.

Mello was standing in the shower, head tilted back golden hair damp and sticking to his face. His plump lips parted just barely water droplets dotting them and some more clinging to his scar. The blonde's skin was soaking wet and glistening, his rosary still adorned his neck. The chocoholic turned his head eyes opening slightly to take in Near's bedraggled appearance. He stayed quiet for a long time before muttering lowly, "What?'

Near just shook his head. "Nothing.. I had just.. come to check on you.." The albino then stepped into the room shedding his baggy night clothes and walking over to the shower. He climbed in and stood in front of the tall blonde taking in his wet heat flushed skin. The small albino gently wrapped his arms around Mello in a gentle hug, head leaning against his chest. The blonde stayed stone still beneath his touch, muscles tensed and body stiff, then ever so slowly it relaxed a fraction and those warm arms wrapped around Near's tiny body.

Near gently starting tracing different pictures and patterns on Mello's skin. His thin pale fingers tenderly smoothing over the skin as his lover started blankly up at the ceiling. Mello's brow was furrowed his eyes glaring up at the ceiling as if he was trying to communicate to God how angry he was. Why did his mother have to have been taken? She was so sweet.. so comforting. She was soft blonde hair that smelled like flowers, she was a tender smile and a soft hand that stroked his bangs back in praise, was a hand gently giving him chocolate and soothing words when he fell and scraped his knee, was a kiss against a fevered forehead, and a soft body to snuggle against when it stormed. She was an angel. And she didn't deserve a death like that.

Mello's fists subconsciously clenched and he stepped back shoving Near away. Near just frowned softly as his back hit the cold wall of the shower. He watched Mello, quietly understanding. The man just towel dried his hair and shoved on the first clothes he could find. Jeans and a black shirt. He shoved his feet into his boots and brushed through his damp hair as he stormed out of the bathroom, door slamming behind him. Near just sighed softly and waited until he heard the faint noise of the motorcycle speeding off. Then he finished the shower knowing he had plenty of time.

After Near showered he stepped out and dressed in his normal attire. Then he walked into the bedroom and over to the bed taking off the blankets, sheets, and pillows tossing them all over the floor. He crawled onto the eggcrate covered mattress and began jumping up and down to fluff it up. After a few minutes of jumping on one leg. (His other was hard to walk or move on easily) He felt it give beneath him and he sank back onto the bed then crawled off. He took the sheets and blankets to the hallway and slid open the door revealing the washer and dryer. He shoved the blankets it in first and began to wash them then climbed his stepladder to reach the next shelf and pulled out Mello's favorite silk sheets.

He walked down the hall and flipped the thermostat on so that cold air circulated through the house making it slightly colder than necessary.

After putting fresh sheets on the bed and brushing through his mop of hair he went and put the washed blankets into the dryer. Then he went to the kitchen and grabbed as many chocolate bars as he could. The small boy carried them into the bedroom setting them on his bedside table. He fluffed each pillow as best he could then placed them gently where they should go. Two on Mello's side. One on his. One sitting on his side half on the bed half on the nightstand. He placed his teddy bear gently on top of the unused pillow. He then walked into the hallway pulling out the dried blankets and went back into the bedroom fixing them all gently. He cleaned the room diligently, sweeping the hardwood floor, folding and hanging clothes, vacuuming the rug, and cleaning the windows. Then he grabbed his house key and some money and hurried out of the house.

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After Near went to the florist he went into the kitchen setting the vase of Cammomile flowers on the counter. The albino then pulled out a glass and set it on the counter then opened the refrigerator and pulled out some milk and nesquik syrup. {Because that powder stuff is absolute bullcrap} He squirted the syrup into the glass giving a generous amount then poured in the milk and stirred it quickly until it was well blended to the perfect chocolatey consistency.

He picked up the flowers and the milk holding them both as carefully as he could. Then he walked quietly into the bedroom setting the flowers on Mello's nightstand then the glass beside it. Near sighed softly and checked the time hoping his lover came home soon.

It was a few hours later that Mello came home dripping wet from rain and jaw set into a tight line. Near was prepared though. The small pale boy had remade the chocolate milk several times and made sure the flowers had plenty of water. He knew better than to rush to Mello's side instead he waited until the depressed man decided to come in on his own. Mello took his time too. The blonde man kicked off his boots angrily leaving dents in the hallway wall he would just have to fix later. But right now he was so hurt he didn't care. He swore and tore off the wet shirt throwing it onto the ground then punched the wall leaving yet another hole. He walked down the hallway slowly then slammed open the bedroom door. Near didn't cringe. He just sat quietly on the center of the bed, towel in hand. Near stood up and hesitantly walked over to Mello. The blonde just glared at the floor, hair dripping water onto it's smooth surface.

Near hesitantly reached out and began drying the blonde's hair. Mello's eyes were bloodshot. And Near knew. But he would never tell Mello he knew. Because Mello had pride. And Near could never hurt it like that. Near gently dried Mello's hair then moved the towel down his neck and shoulders careful of the scar. Then he gently moved it over the sides of Mello's face. Mello just stood as still as he could his eyes shutting. He felt Near pull the towel back. Felt his jeans undo and he stepped out of them. Heard the soft shuffling noises as Near put them in the dirty hamper. Then he inhaled the most wonderful smell he could ever breathe.

The smell of cammomile.

The smell of her hair.Mello opened his eyes slowly and gazed at the white petals in front of him. He blinked and followed the green stem down to the fingers that gripped it. Near just blinked slowly up at him, angelic expression worried and sincere. Near stood up on his tiptoes and Mello leaned down, nose pressing into the soft petals as he inhaled the scent. He shut his eyes, memories of his mother flooding his mind. Her laughter, her voice, her touch. But this time he wasn't bitter or angry. He just felt the fondness one feels for the person who the admire. Who they love and look up to. He kept his eyes closed and inhaled again. This time the soft touch he felt on his hand not his mother's... but his lover's..

He opened his eyes slowly and took in the sight of the small boy in front of him. Near just smiled softly and lowered the flower to hold up an unwrapped chocolate bar in it's place. Near's gentle smile. His worried eyes. The expression's he would only show to Mello. Mello shut his eyes and leaned in, carefully snapping off a corner with his teeth. He stood back and chewed slowly, allowing Near to gently guide him to the bed.

Near pulled his Mihael to the bed and gently pushed him back onto it. He sat next to Mello and gently plucked the petals from one flower and sprinkled them across the bed while Mello grabbed the glass of chocolate milk and drank slowly, his gaze drifting off in thought. Near put the other flower behind his ear tucking it into his curls as as Mello set the glass aside and laid back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. Near gazed down at Mello then reached down and tangled his fingers into Mello's silken locks then began to gently scratch his head. The chocoholic's eyes slipped closed slowly and a soft sigh slipped past his lips.

Mello closed his eyes and let his memories flood back to him. Near smiled softly and kept scratching slowly and gently. He understood that Mello would never ask for this treatment. But he also knew that Mello enjoyed it. It erased his bad feelings. Mello would never admit he liked it. Near would never ask him too.. that's just how it was.

Near smiled slightly bigger and leaned down gently brushing his lips over Mello's. He could feel Mello's lips twitch into a smirk. And that's when Near knew it was okay again.. He had erased Mello's pain. And helped him feel better again. And that in itself made Near as happy as he could possibly be. He felt Mello's arms wrap around his waist and felt himself get pulled down. He giggled softly and leaned up nibbling Mello's lower lip. Mello just snickered and pulled the flower from Near's hair gently bopping the end of his nose with it.

Because even though this was the anniversary of the worst day of his life.

He knew he would never wish to go back in time and change it.

Because if he did that he wouldn't have this life he had now.

And he wouldn't trade this for the world.

His Nate.. his Baby..