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A.N./ Man, I don't think I have the heart to do the ending I wanna do. I mean, sure it'd be best for Near in the end oh, and this is probably gonna end real soon and all that jazz. Hey! On the bright side I gots me some quesadillas. Yum yum. And snow! It has snowed for the past two days straight. It makes me happy because we never get snow. I forget but I'm pretty sure Georgia had some snow too. Not sure when, but that's what I hear from Uncle Glenn. Have I ever mentioned I love Married with Children?

[Mello's point of view]

"Gawd, I hate alcohol." Mello grumbled popping some aspirin into his mouth while making some coffee.

"Whoever the hell invented it should go die." They're already dead, but hey, they should go die anyway.

"Mello?" Mello looked to see Near standing in the doorway. It seemed he had just woken up and wandered into the kitchen looking for him.

"What." Alright, that didn't sound as nice as it could have.

"N-nothing..." Aw damn it. Now he felt bad.

"I'm sorry, what was it that you wanted?" Mello walked to where Near was and gently placed his hand on the poor boy's head and knelt down to his level.

"Your phone has been ringing for a while now and I figure you wanna answer it and all..." Mello smiled a bit when Near said that. He was starting to speak like him. That was a good thing in his eyes. It meant he was rubbing off on the kid.

"Don't worry, I'll go and get it. You just go sit down and think about what you wanna eat for breakfast, okay?" Near nodded and went to the table. Mello waited until the boy had sat down until he went into the bedroom to look for his phone.

He arrived in the bedroom finding his phone on the nightstand. It was amazing the kid hadn't destroyed it like his beeper. He picked it up and looked at it. Four missed calls, great.

Looking at the numbers it seemed like they were all from the same person, who apparently wasn't in his address book or their name would have shown up. He pushed the redial button and waited to see who he was calling.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end seemed familiar.

"Hello, you were calling me. Who is this?" Even if it sounded familiar, he couldn't place the voice with a face and a name.

"Ah, this is Social Services and apparently you are now the adopted father of Near. We would like to know who you want as his God father." Social? Oh yeah, that whole deal.

"Oh, that's easy. Mail Jeevas."

"Alright, we're going to need you and Mr. Jeevas down here around three today to sign some papers. That's all. Good bye."

"Bye." Now all Mello had to do was not tell Matt until they were actually at the building, though, he'd have a hard time dragging the other's ass out of bed it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

"Mello? I want some cereal." He turned around to see Near standing in the doorway holding up a bowl of some generic brand of Captain Crunch.

"Alright, go sit down while I fix it." He took the bowl away, it was practically already fixed all he had to do was pour the milk in it and tad-ah magic.

He took a gallon of milk from the fridge and poured some into Near's bowl and sat it in front of the boy.

"Mello?" Yay, the coffee was done.

"Hm?"

"May I have a spoon?" He turned his head towards the boy to see one hand full of cereal and the other trying to get the milk.

"Jesus, Near! Yeah, give me a sec." He pulled out a wash-cloth and tossed it in Near's direction before grabbing a spoon for the boy.

"Man, you shoulda asked for one before you decided to eat with your damn hands." He lectured mostly to himself seeing as how he was sure he was saying it too quiet for the younger to hear.

"Sowwy... Is Mewwo mad?" Near looked up at him with puppy dog eyes that were practically saying I'm sorry, but if you don't forgive me I will start to cry.

"No, I'm not mad." Mello mumbled before kissing the boy's head.

BANG BANG BANG!

He looked up to hear knocking on the door, well, more like someone trying to break the door down.

Mello opened it just to see his, uh, new boss. The mafia one.

"What do you want?" He spoke the words with venom as he stared at the other man.

"Oh, nothing much. Just got another job for you." Mello stood in a posture that could only be described as make one move and I will jump your ass.

"What is it." It wasn't a question, but the other man seemed to ignore the demand in favor of walking towards the kitchen.

"Hey! I'm right here. If you've something to say, say it to my face. I ain't over there!" The man turned towards him finally ignoring his quest to the kitchen.

"What? Got a gal in there or sumtin?" He rolled his eyes.

"Nah, just some kid I'm watching. What do you want?" He was full out glaring at the man now. It wasn't like he was doing it on purpose, either. He just had some sort of extreme dislike for the man and he wanted him dead. Of course, he could have that arranged. He could do it right now if the man didn't have his dogs hovering awfully close to Mello.

"I told ya. I gots a job for ya." He rolled his eyes again.

"I know that. What job?"

"Just one where you take out my competition. You see, this guy named Aiber is taking away some of my buisness. I want you to take it back. That is if you catch my drift." Mello did. He was placing a hit on the man and Mello was going to be the hit-man. Damn his boss. He didn't want to kill that guy. He had no problem with that guy. Hell, he didn't even know who he was. It's not like he really had a choice. He was just going to go along with whatever he said and whack his boss later.

"No problem. When do you want it done?"

"Thatta boy. Get it done by this Wednesday 'cause I'm going to take my gal to the theater this Friday." Mello nodded and pointed towards the door.

"Leave now." He smiled and watched as his boss left. Some people deserve to be killed. Just like his boss.

"Mello, are you really going to kill someone?" He looked over to see Near in the kitchen doorway. Fuck.

"Don't worry sweetie. Go eat your food." He smiled. Damn, that bastard could have called. He didn't want Near to be thinking he was some sort of murderer.

"I'm finished and you didn't answer my question."

"I said don't worry. Go watch some TV. I have to go call Matt. He's going to be watching over you just in case something happens to me." Near nodded and headed towards the TV while Mello went into the kitchen and dialed Matt's number while cleaning up the dishes.

"Yellow Mello. Whadda ya want?"

"I need you here by two thirty, and I need you to call a baby-sitter. Apparently I can't pick 'em very well."

"Sure thing, buddy." Mello smiled. He was so glad he could trust Matt to do things right. He was such a good friend.

[Near's point of view]

Near was worried about Mello. He knew killing was wrong and so did Mello. Why else would he have became a cop? He was just lost. He would see that killing is wrong. That he shouldn't kill even if it's the right thing to do.

Everything was going to be just fine. Mello would realise just in time that killing is wrong and Near would smile and thank heavens that he figured it out. Mello wouldn't kill someone just because some old, fat guy said he should.

He wouldn't... He probably wouldn't... Oh shoot. There is a possibility that he would.

Then, he had an idea. He could just call that L person who was partners with Mello. It would be fine then. L would make sure Mello would do the right thing, but first things first, he had to get a phone.

Off to the kitchen Near went.

"Mewwo?"

"Huh?" Near used his puppy dog eyes.

"May I use you phone for a minute?"

"Y-yeah, here." Near grabbed the phone and ran to the living room. Searching through his contacts he saw a lot of women names that he promptly deleted. He found L's name after that and called him while making sure Mello wasn't anywhere near.

"Hello?"

"L? This is Near. I need some help."

"Yes?"

"It's about Mello."

A.N./ I think this is longer than my other chapters hopefully. Man, I'm terrible at this. It looks so bleak outside. Man, I want my blue skies back. It's all gray and makes me depressed. I feel better when I paint. I only have one canvas left out of four and it makes me sad. I need more. I want to fill my house with painting. Most of them I just ask people what they think it is and then tell them it's that just to make them happy 'cause they're no where near close. До свидания