A.N./ Alright, sorry again for waiting until Monday for the next chapter. I realize that some of my readers are in different timezones than me so it might already be another day. I just got paid though so it's all good. I found a cicada shell on my tree today. Call me weird but it's a habbit of mine to collect them. I have quite a few. Pardon for the OOCness of my characters. I am not that good at writing so yeah. I've got to go buy me some Mountain Dew after this. I just realized that I had made Lucille a girl in one chapter. That is false. Lucille is a boy or man I suppose. Eles is the girl.
[Mello's point of view]
Mello ended up putting Near to bed right after Lucille and Eles left. He was curious as to why Near wanted them gone but that could wait until morning. His little angel seemed worn out when Mello came home. He kind of didn't want to know how Lucille could accomplish wearing this little cutie out in only thirty minutes but he felt that he would end up finding out anyway.
Mello went in the bedroom to check on Near. He had previously been in the kitchen making himself a little snack. The look on his angel's face while sleeping was almost too tempting in his mind. Near had his mouth parted slightly and his pajamas he had been wearing were hanging off his shoulder to reveal pale white skin. The shear whiteness of the skin and how it seemed so innocent made Mello want to mark his skin with little love bites all over until his little angel looked as though he was covered with polka dots.
Mello walked over to Near as quietly as he could. He tripped over his own two feet every now and then. Mello could manuver around many object with so much as tripping but when you took out all of the objects in the room and told him to walk to the other side he would trip over the air and land straight on his face. Yes, he was a genius. Yes, even genius' fall on their faces every no and then. No, he didn't have some sort of disability in which he couldn't walk on a floor with nothing on it and not trip. He was just so cooridinated that he tested the floor out for the people who weren't as cooridinated as him. It was his duty. A certain calling if you will.
He sat on the bed next to his sleeping angel. He couldn't resist the urge to softly pet those white curls of his sleeping Near. Almost on instinct he leant down and placed his lips ever so softly on Near's lips. The chaste kiss lasted only a mere few seconds but it seemed as though it lasted a lifetime for Mello.
Mello sat up and looked down at Near. He was still sleeping as peacfully as ever not even knowing his cute little face gave Mello a hard on. Near didn't need to know that though. He was too young to know about these things. He didn't need to know until he was about a week older. Or until Mello was a highranking person in the mob. Yeah, he could wait until then...hopefully...
Ignoring his hard on, Mello went back to the kitchen to keep fixing his snack. His thoughts were 'Kitten. Think kitten. No good. Still reminds me of Near. Uhm... L and Light going at it. Fuck. That's kind of hot. Damn it! Linda and Misa going at it. There we go. Problem solved.'
[Near's point of view]
Near hadn't been asleep when Mello walked in but he didn't want to get up so he just closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He was quite surprised when Mello ended up placing his lips upon Near's own. It wasn't to say that he didn't like the feeling but he was confuzzled as to why Mello would. He had done it once before but Near was still trying to figure that out.
He sat up and looked around for his teddy bear. He probably should call him by his name by now but he couldn't get used to saying Mihael. It felt like he was calling someone else. Someone who had a more powerful aura. Near was seriously considering renaming his teddy. The Russian name was looking more inviting by the minute. Everytime he called his teddy bear Mihael he felt as though someone else was supposed to answer and Near had ended up not calling his teddy bear by his name.
Near found his teddy bear lying right beside him on the pillow. He picked it up and examined it. It was white just like him. No, he didn't mean the kind of white people called themselves because they were cacausion. He meant the kind of albino white he was. The only difference was that he had ugly gray eyes while his teddy had beautiful red eyes almost like ruby. The probably were ruby seeing as how he stole it from some museum. He didn't care that much though.
He cuddled his teddy bear close to his chest. Near was still wondering why Mello had placed his lips against Near's own. Near didn't understand. It was way too often Near didn't understand. He often found himself going into the public library and looking up the things he didn't understand. Like when he saw his foster mother and foster father in somewhat of a wrestling move. He hadn't known what they were doing so he went to the library and found some books on it. Apparantly it was called sex or secks or something another. A male and female use it to reproduce. Near didn't understand why his foster parents were doing it though. He only assumed it was for more foster children like himself. That was when he was actually in a nice foster home. His current one that he hadn't been to in about a year wasn't a nice one. He hated it.
Near never really liked his foster homes but his current one he particulary disliked. His foster father was a pervert and apparantly thought he was a girl when he tried to have secks, sex, or something with him to reproduce to get more foster kids. He really disliked the man.
He was still cuddling his teddy when he heard his door open again. Naturally he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep again.
[Mello's point of view]
Mello had finished his snack. He had decided to go and check on his little angel again.
Mello stood in the doorway of the bedroom just admiring his angel's sleeping figure. He had changed positions from the last time he had checked on him. Now he was cuddling his teddy bear. He had started calling it something. Mello couldn't quite remember but he knew it started with an M.
Mello walked as silently as he could while trying not to test the floor again. He made it to the bed only testing the floor three times. It was a new record.
Mello sat at the edge of the bed hovering over Near ever so slightly. The child was still asleep as far as Mello was concerned. Mello almost wanted to just take him right then and there but decided against it. He didn't want his little cutie hating him for the rest of his life.
"Sometimes I wish you were older. Maybe then I wouldn't feel like such a criminal." Mello sighed after whispering words he never meant to be spoken aloud. The thought had been gnawing in his mind for a while now. Mello hadn't ever wanted to think it but he couldn't help himself. He knew what he was feeling was wrong. He knew it with all his mind but his heart was telling him that it was alright. That everything would be fine. He was wishing that it would be. That everything would act as though it normally would except with him and Near together but he knew that wasn't going to happen.
"My little angel. If you could only hear my pleas. I'm sorry... I'm sorry for being such a pervert and a stupid idiot. I promise I will protect you though. I won't let anyone hurt you. You are mine to keep. I won't ever hurt you but please don't be mad at me. I'm so sorry..." Mello felt as though the words were being pulled from his mouth before he could stop them. He wished he could stop but he felt his emotions over powering him. Before he knew it tears were escaping his eyes.
Mello knew his emotions sometimes clouded his judgement but he couldn't help it. It was always as if his instincts took over his mind and wouldn't give it back. The tears eventually stopped and Mello walked back into the living room.
[Near's point of view]
Near heard Mello come back into the room but he hadn't expected those words to come out of his mouth. He was so confused as to what they meant. He didn't understand. Some part of him felt happy and the other felt sad. He couldn't explain it nor could he understand it. He felt as though he needed another trip to the library...
A.N./ Another short chapter. I feel kind of sorry making you all wait all weekend for a chapter then giving you a short one when you finally get one. I can't help it though. I is in a depressed mood again. My idiot, I mean boyfriend, is being stupid and won't believe that I'm not hiding anything. I feel the need to smack him upside his head but he's not here right now so I can't. Oh well. I've gotten thirty reviews. Actually I have thirty-one reivews! I'm happy about that. Let's try and make it to forty. Review and help me make it to forty. Or just make me feel better about my story. Or just do it for the hell of it. Anyway you do it you still review.