"Hello… Mello," Near said casually.
What an idiot! With all the things to say, he came up with that retarded rhyme? Mello rolled his eyes, "So you were the one I heard walking around upstairs?"
"The one and only," Near replied. A mischievous look appeared in Near's silver eyes.
The boys' eyes locked. Blue on silver. Mello studied Near for a long moment. Surprisingly, Mello hadn't gotten uncontrollably angry yet, but that was probably due to the fact that Mello was confused as to what Near was up to. What the hell is the sheep doing here? Then, the answer dawned on Mello: behind Near was the box that contained all of the chocolaty items, save the cookies, which were on the shelf just above Near. Mello twitched. Damned sheep knew that I wouldn't be able to resist a snack once I woke up.
Near could see the comprehension of the situation in Mello's eyes. "Have you come for a midnight snack, Mello?" Near asked rhetorically.
Mello just stood there, stunned. It wasn't like Near to go looking for trouble. Near was an indifferent teenage boy, so why would it interest him to anger Mello on purpose? What's more, Near was a small boy for his age, and he was weak compared to Mello, therefore he couldn't put up a fight if it came to that.
"Why are you here?" Mello demanded in what he hoped was an even tone as he felt himself becoming vexed.
"Is it not obvious? You are craving chocolate and so you have come down to satisfy said craving, only to find me standing in the way," Near explained to Mello, while twirling a piece of starch white hair around his index finger.
Near had devised a carefully calculated plan. Over the past few weeks, Near had felt weird around Mello. Whenever Mello looked at Near, Near's heart began to pump faster, and when Mello grabbed Near's shirt and pulled him close so that he could cuss in his face, Near couldn't stop thinking about how sweet Mello's breath smelt. Near didn't exactly know what it all meant; all he knew is that he wanted to know if Mello would taste as sweet as all of the chocolate he consumes on a daily bases. So, Near formulated a plan to get Mello to kiss him.
The silence between the two seemed endless: Near was observing Mello, waiting patiently for his next move, while Mello tried to unmask Near's thoughts…without success. Finally, Mello gave up trying to understand what Near was planning. All Mello wanted was his chocolate so he could finally go back to bed.
Mello stepped cautiously toward Near, not taking his eyes off of him. Near's heart skipped a beat: the game had begun.
Mello walked over to Near and bent down so they could see eye to eye, their faces merely inches apart. "What are you looking to do…Near?" Mello inquired with a voice barely above a whisper.
"Nothing," Near lied, his cheeks turning a pastel pink.
Mello raised a questioning eyebrow when he saw the pink spread across Near's face. Mello decided to play on the younger boy's weakness. He leaned in close, his lips grazing Near's ear. "Mmhmm," Mello replied with a skeptical tone.
The hot air that escaped Mello's mouth hit Near's ear and caused the boy to shiver. Mello smirked. So, that's what he's looking for.