disclaimer: I do not own death note in any way shape or form. If I did run, run away now before the perverted thoughts escape.
"I would very much appreciate if Mello would let go of me..." Mello is the one puzzle I can not figure out.
"Near, I will let go of you when I feel like it! Stop acting as though you're better than me!" He makes no sense. He is holding me three feet in the air and says I am acting as though I am better than him.
"Mello, I am sorry that you feel that way, but trying to make me fly is not going to make you feel better." His emotions are so easy to read. All dressed in black. He looks like a fallen angel. Most think og him as a demon though. I don't see why with his face.
"You don't know everything! You stupid, big headed twit!" He looks like he is going to kill me. Oh well. He will just end up going to prison sooner or later any way. Might as well lock him up before he can actually do any harm. Ah, there goes my low self esteem. Always there with a helping word.
"Mello is right. He may not have my brains, but he has social skills... I could never acomplish that..." He just will think I am insulting him. In a way I am, but it was meant as a compliment. It is not like he will think that way though. Him and his violent tendecies will probably bash my face in thinking I was trying to do this on purpose.
"I know I am right. You are just too lame to have any socail skills. No one likes you any way. Who would care if a little old Near went missing?" ...I think I should run. Even though it is near impossible for me to with him trying to get me to flap my arms and sprout feathers.
"Mello please put me down. I do not like heights. Why does Mello think I stay on the floor all the time any way?" This is the only treatment I get from Mello. Abuse. He loves to destroy anything I make. I would bet a million pounds he would rather grind my face in then give me a slight sign of caring. Even though I like him. Not like he knows.
"Maybe cause you've got some floor fetish. How the hell would I know that?! You're making fun of me again! Bastard!" Where does he get his ideas from? I wonder if his brain is connected to some pysco. Namely Matt. Stupid third in line uses Mello at his disposal. okay maybe it is the other way around, but I would like to give Mello the benifeit of the doubt. Not like he needs it. Okay the more rational part says Mello did it. Matt did nothing. Who wants to listen to rational speaking anyway. Me.
"Mello has wild theories. If by saying I have floor fetish, I could easily say Mello has a fetish for chocolate." Here I go and ruin the non violent contact.
*mumbles somthing inaudible.
"What did Mello say?" I could have sworn he said something like yeah, so what?
"Nothing! Stay the hell away from me you freak! Go back to Alaska!" Just because I am an albino does not mean I come from Alaska. Granted, it holds some truth. I was not born in Alaska.
"Mello is making no sense. He needs tp be more clear of what he is saying. Mello knows I was not born in Alaska."
"Yeah, I know. I just..." The blush on his cheeks is way too obvious to miss. mello must be embarassed about something. I can not see what though.
"Would Mello clarify?" Tell me something. I like Mello, yet all I know is desses in black, hangs out with his lapdog Matt, and is in love with chocolate.
"It's nothing... Oh yeah, teach wants you... Don't say yes..." With that he walks away. I wonder what Mello was thinking a moment ago. He left me with no bruises whatsoever. He must be feeling bad. Either that or... I would not know. I can never read Mello with the upmost certainty. I swear, he must be bipolar. Or have some male form of pms. Speaking of which, Linda should stay away from Mello. She has been sneaking chocolate out of the kitchen. You don't touch chocolate in Wammy's house. Never. Not even L is allowed to touch chocolate here. It does not really matter though, there are vast multitude of sweets here for L. Noe of which are chocolate. Rodger does not let kids near the chocolate any more. Not since that one incident... Mello was over reacting. That kid could not even defend himself. Poor Matt. He spent a whole month in the infirmary. he should not have tried to take the last chocolate bar.
"Near! What a suprise? I didn't think you would be able to come here after I sent Mello after you. It couldn't be helped though, I had no one else to send." Ms. something or other kept spilling out useless information that did not matter until I heard a few words uttered from her that were not completely useless.
"...So in the mean time I would like you and Mello to work together." She smiled through her red, whore kind of lipstick. Stupid creature. I think she wishes for my harm. Ever since I had corrected her in class she has been out to get me. No, I am not saying this without some basis. I over heard her talking to another whatsherface. She said she would pair me with Mello whenever she got the chance. It would apparantly serve the little brat right. I don't suppose I have liked her since.
"Ma'am, I think you know I do not mind working with Mello, but he has a problem with me. It would be in my best intrest to not accept what you are suggesting." Though I would secretly love working with Mello. She does not need to know that.
"But Linda refuses to work with anyone but Matt and I can't put Mello with anyone else without causing a riot. I am afraid you will have to accept." She smiled her smile again. It was creepy. I suppose I will just have to go find mello and tell him.