A.N./ I'm going to try and put Mello's point of view in this chapter. It will try and be in first person again. I'm not good at writing in first person so forgive me. I am pleased by the two reviews I have. Thank you PrincessPika and im a molly doll. I hope you all will review again and any others will too. I'll try to keep Mello in character but romance has to happen one way or the other.
I've been sitting in the library for an hour waiting for that snowflake to come in. I told him to meet me at the library at seven not eight or nine or whenever the Hell he plans to come. ...I shouldn't think like that. I blame those damned teenage hormones though I shouldn't be attracted to him in the first place. He's not attrative in the least. He's albino! A very cute albino. No, Near is not a cute albino. That stupid rabbit. I hate him. I hate him. I HATE HIM. No, I don't. I should just confess to him already. No, can't do that. I'm straight. Being with another guy is absolutely repulsive. I wish I could convince myself of that. I may be one of the most amazing actors in the world, I am the most amazing actor in the world, but I can't convince myself that I'm straight. I have convinced the rest of the world though. That's enough for me. My eyes drift over to the clock. 9:42 P.M. Great. I've wasted the whole evening waiting for the stupid sheep. I get up off the uncomfortable library chair, you would think that a rich orphanage like this one could afford better chair, and make my way to the door. I'm not waiting around for that stupid squiral anymore. I'll just give him the beating of a life time tomorrow.
My way to my room is silent unlike usual. Usually I'm surrounded by my group of 'friends'. That's what they call themselves anyway. The only true person who's my friend is Matt. Hell, I don't even know his real name. He doesn't know mine either but still, best friends should at least know each other's names.... right? Maybe in some other place. Not here. It's too dangerous here. We're competing to be the next L. I'm going to be the next L no matter what. That cock succer can go fuck himself if he thinks he'll be number one. I may be second best now but I'll beat that little bastard. I don't give a damn if I have to use criminal means to do it. I will win no matter what the cost. Smack! You know, it's a good idea to stop walking when you get to your door. I rub my nose to make the pain become less evident. I open the door this time instead of trying out my magical abilities. I set down on my bed.
Thinking might be useful though I know my thoughts always return to one place. They always return to Near. I've nothing else to think about except Near and how I'll beat him. I have to beat him. I have to become the next L. If I don't... There are three catagories for Wammy's kids. Catagory one is suicide. Catagory two is murderers. Catagory three is L. The catagories go back to when Wammy's first started. Back to A, B, and L. You would think the next letter would be C. A was catagory one and tried to fly. B was catagory two and tried to beat L. L is catagory three. He's the greatest detective in the world. He's the only one of us who has ever made it out unscathed. The truth is, most of Wammy's kids are put into catagory one. The rest are usually murderers. I don't want to be a murderer and I am not going to comit suicide. The only other catagory is L. That is the real reason I have to beat Near. I have to. It's a matter of jail, life, or death.
I didn't notice at first, but the hate I had for him turned into pity. The pity turned into interest and interest turned into a form of twisted love. I love and hate him at the same time. I love everything about him and yet have to hate it at the same time. I mentioned before I have to beat him. I can't be friends with him. I can't no matter how much I want to. The need to survive is much stronger. Maybe someday though. Maybe Near won't fall into the other two catagories. Maybe he'll make a new catagory. That would be my perfect world. The world that doesn't exist. The world that can't exist. No, it can't exist as long as Wammy's is still here. Not as long as this living Hell is still in place and taking new applicants everyday. My Utopia can not exist in this reality. My Utopia can only exist in my dreams. That's not good enough though. I want more than to just dream about Near and I living together! It's impossible though. My dreams can never be a realtiy.
"God..." I felt my eyes slipping shut already. They wanted to go to my perfect world. They wanted to go to the world where Near and I were together. I nodded off. My mind willing itself into dreamland.
"Near, tell me again." I was cuddling Near on the couch. This is my heaven. My Utopia. The only place I can truly be happy. He was looking at me with those big, puppy dog eyes. He was such a cutie.
"Mello, I love you." I've had this dream a thousand times. It never changes except for the setting but it's the same general dream. Near and I together and he'll say I love you and I will too.
"I love you too my Near." I leaned in and kissed him. I always am longing for those delicate, pink lips when I wake up but for now I enjoy them. The dream seems mushy and all but I can't help it. This is the only way I know it's a dream. Nothing like this can happen in the Hell I live in.
"-ells... Mells! Hey, Mells wake up!" I could hear Matt's voice as my perfect world faded away.
"Nng?" My eyes slowly drifted open to reveal a red headed gamer. I shifted to sit up.
"G'morning sunshine!" His voice was unusually cheery. A thought struck me. What catagory did Matt fall into? The gamer was always cheery and never showed a hint of sadness. That excluded catagory one. He wasn't trying to be L. That discarded catagory three. The only other catagory was two...
"Matt..."
"Mello." I looked him in his goggle covered eyes.
"You're catagory two." I said it straight out without a hint of question in my voice.
"I'm third best."
"You avoided the question."
"Pardon me, but I don't think that was a question." I nodded. It wasn't...
"Mells, I am but you don't need to know that." I nodded. I didn't but I did. I had to know that he wasn't going to kill himself. I had to know that I would be tracking him down later.
"I'm going to be tracking you down." He nodded. We knew what was to come. He knew I didn't fall into the other two catagories other than L. I knew he didn't fall into the other two catagories besides becoming a murderer. I laid back down. This was my life and I couldn't get away from it. I sat up in a cheery mood again. I did say I was one of the best actor, could be argued that I am the best.
"Well, let's get some breakfast." He nodded and we went to the kitchen. People on all sides of the hallway were waving and greeting me cause I'm just that awesome. My traditional clothing trademarked who I was. No one else dressed this way. No one else could pull off leather and still look masculine. That's just how cool I am. We made our way through the breakfast line. Everyone moved out of my way so I could be first like always. Chocolate, chocolate, and chocolate. My breakfast like always. No one touches my chocolate. I would rather die. Heh, that could put me into catagory one. I sat down with Matt at our usual table. It was away from the luch room monitors. Yes, we had those. They kept kids from killing kids and from killing themselves. At least one person killed themselves each day though. It was a reguler occurance at Wammy's house. Yesterday Linda killed herself, supposedly. Matt was in a relationship with Linda a while ago and when your girlfriend up and kills herself you're usually sad. Matt was the exact oppisite which made you wonder about whether Linda did kill herself or not. Maybe it was just me. Maybe...
"Mello..." I looked up and had the sight of the sheep.
"Near." I spit the words out. I had to act like normal which meant throwing a huge bitch fit.
"Mello, I am sorry that I missed our whatever we were supposed to do in the library." My eyes weren't on him anymore. They were on a kid named Jay. He was freaking out. Screaming something about the bugs trying to eat his brain. It was quite a humorous sight if Mello didn't know what was coming next. He stabbed a knife into his throat. I looked away as the blood started gushing out of his neck. I looked back at the albino. The perfect white that stood before him looked like an angel compared to the seen unfolding behind him.
"Near, just come for me tonight, okay?" I could tell my words seemed almost gentle and yet perverted at the same time. A big difference compared to my usual tone with him. I could see him blushing.
A.N./ This chapter really suck but I'm trying to watch a movie and write this at the same time. There is alot of repeating words. I credit this to my terrible point of view in Mello's shoes. It is probably because I'm nothing like him. So, I'm sorry if Mello is completely OC and not any good at all. :( Please forgive me and keep reading because it will be Near's point of view in the next chapter. I'm probably going to do it like that. Near, Mello, Near, Mello, and so on...