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 of 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.
The halls in Wammy's house all look the same. The same floral wall paper decorates every hall the same as the last. It makes me wonder what Quillish was thinking when he decided on such an ugly floral patterning. I have no right to question though. I am even plainer than these walls. If I was not number one Mello would have held no intrest in me. Ever since he came here he has been hating me. I never did anything to him. Well, except beat him at every academic subject. i do not see why he cares so much about being second. Where? Oh yes, that is right. I was walking to see Mello. How did I end up at the kitchen then? It does not matter. I should just turn myself around to find him.
"Near, you there! Did you talk with the bit... er... I mean teacher yet?" His sea blue eyes are shining. Compared to my dark grey ones his will always win. I may beat him with my academic abilities, but he wins in comparisome to my physical attributes.
"Yes, she stood firm on making me your partner." He will most likely lash out at me for this. Even though it is out of my hands. Mello needs to learn how to control his emotions beter. Isn't that why we like him though? Because he is so out of control.
"Damend woman! I swear she is out to get me!" I wonder if my emotions played out on my face, could Mello see me as more than a rival?
"You're not the only one..." That woman is intent on getting me killed. She knows Mello's violent tendencies towards me. I wonder if I could lock her up with attempted murder. Yay sarcasm. Even though it all sounds the same with my forever monotone voice. Now I see why he hates me. I am so plain. God should kill me. If there was one.
"What? Did I hear us agree on something? Or could that have been my imagination? I hope for your sake it was real. Then maybe Rodger would stop trying to make us get along." He says agreeing that a teacher is trying to kill me is a good idea. I will probably die before this is over. Think logically Near. mello would not throw his whole life away jsut to see you dead. At least let's hope not.
"Mello should not be so cocky. If we are to work on our project, should we not get to the library?" He hates is when I am right. That is why there is a frown most prominant on his face. He hates me... The person I like hates me. I should probably be more optimistic. Maybe I will live to see sundown.
"Brat. Well, come on! We haven't the time to waste for you to dilly dally on the staring at the floor." I wonder how he can be so happy. Knowing he is second in line. Knowing he is surrounded by people who have lost their parents just like him. I wonder how he is not broken from revealing his emotions. For first in line to succeed L, I wonder about alot of things. Of course I could never voice these questions of mine. Emotions are weakness. I will only show apathy so I will not be tooken advantage of. I will become the next L... hopefully I will not be killed before that. Hopefully. With a hot tempered blonde at my heels, I wonder if there will be a funeral in my honor.
[A little while later when they are at the front of the library]
"Mello?" He will hit me. I know he will. I know it but... I can't reach the door's handle. I am too short to reach it.
"What?! If you want to say something spit it out you shrimp." Bipolar. I wish I had my transformer.
"Well, it just so happens that I am not a tall person." He should pick up on open the door for me.
"Nah dip sherlock. What's your point?" He has not figured out why we are not inside yet. I thought he was number two in ranking.
"See, I just happen to be so short that the door knob is to high for me." He's just staring at me. His eyes make it seem like he just saw me sprout two heads and a tail.
"Pfft! You mean... hahahaha... to tell me... hahahahaha... that you are so short you can't reach the handle! Hahahhahahhahah!!!!" He does not have to rub it in. I know my stature is not as great as Mello and the other adults. Yes, other adults and Mello. He had a growspurt. He is about six inches taller than me now. As I have mentioned earlier I pale in comparison to his physical attributes.
"Mello does not have to poke fun at me for not being as tall as those meant to open the door. This is the staff's library that we have come to." I would have rather had Linda be my partner. Mello can be so hurtful sometimes...
"S-sorry. I just can't help it. You are just sooo short. I guess I over esitmated your height. Hahahahhaha! Listen I will open the door if you agree to do something for me in return." A deal? Do we not both have to work on this project? He shall get a bad grade if it is not complete also. Though, without him opening the door I am about as useful as a sissors against rock. I suppose I will have to agree to him.
"What is it Mello wants?" He's smirking. I do not think it is safe to venture any farther. Mello has a sadistic mind. I would prefer if I was not near him when he decided to show it.
"Oh, I will tell you when I figure it out. So how about it, Near?" I do not want to know what he comes up with, but I can not get a bad grade on our assignment. L would not let this stop him. So I will do this. Even if it does mean selling my soul to the devil's favorite demon. Ah, him and his angelic face store a hidden evil. I hope this does not cost me my sanity...
"Alright, Mello. I agree. So now shall you open the door." Stupid Mello.
"Of course my eskimo." My? A nick name. Why did Mello? Darn. The red headed demon has come in also. I should protect my prince... I should have slept last night.
"Mattykins! Oh my love what are you doing here?" Love. My. Didn't I read something on how to poison someone and leave no evidence. I should look onto the internet later.
"Mello. Why ya bringin that litul twerp round here anyways. Oy told ya if ya keep breakin 'is bones Rodger will bit yor head off." What. The. Heck. When did Matt aquire such an offending way of speaking.
"Ofcourse me pet. I shall do no such thing. I have an agreement I want to talk to you about later. Come along snowflake." I should probably follow him lest I replenish his wrath.
"Mello what are we doing for our project any way?"
I can not for the life of me figure out how to upload a new chapter so chapter to has become a prat of chapter one. If anyone who reads this can tell me I would rejoice. You have to be specific when dealing with a technology chalenged individual. So please help.