Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty,
Sound of their breath fades with the light.
I think about the loveless fascination,
Under the milky way tonight.
Lower the curtain down in Memphis,
Lower the curtain down all right.
I got no time for private consultation,
Under the milky way tonight.
Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might have known what you would find.
Wish I knew what you were looking for.
Might have known what you would find.
And its something quite peculiar,
Something that's shimmering and white.
Leads you here despite your destination,
Under the milky way tonight
Under the milky way tonight.
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Mello remembered the first time he had ever met Near. At the time, he had no clue that the small albino child was female, and if he would have ever found out, he really wouldn't have cared.
All he knew was that the kid was getting attention from L, and that pissed him off.
He was twelve, and Near was eleven when they first met. A dark scowl covered his face when L had visited them before he left to go to America to solve the LABB murder case. He was jealous of the skinny white kid who clung to L as if the detective was the only thing holding him (because that's what the children of the orphanage were told Near was) to the Earth.
He followed them with a small pout as Near said to L that he wanted to speak to the detective alone. Mello barely contained the gasp of outraged surprise as Near began to weep to L that "owed himself" to the twenty-one year old; then L kissed Near. On the mouth.
Mello ran away then, but not before he heard L whisper lowly, "I'll hold you to it."
Angry tears stung his eyes, and Mello gobbled savagely at a large chunk of chocolate. Matt asked him what 'the hell was wrong', but Mello fixed the red-head with a glare, shutting the gamer up.
To have someone fall in love with you, keep ignoring them; play hard to get, that's what people say anyway. It seemed to be working on Mello anyway.
Every time, EVERY TIME Near brushed off his threats and the new bruises, it made his head spin and his blood boil pleasantly.
The albino 'boy' had hit puberty he suspected; a delicate face was being carved out of the soft round face of the newly turned thirteen year old. Dark eyelashes framed grey eyes, and a softly upturned nose sweetly adorned the 'boy's' face. He spoke in a soft monotone that silently mocked, and it sent Mello reeling.
There were also those dreams to be put into consideration.
Class proved to be most difficult to keep his charade up.
On the albino boy's fifteenth birthday, a surprise gripped Whammy's House: L was coming home.
Strange as it was, Mello knew he was jealous of L rather than Near.
The children of Whammy's greeted the eccentric detective with laughing, hugs and home-baked goods.
Mello greeted the man he planned on succeeding with a brittle, fake smile. The detective must have noticed his acting because the man greeted him with an off-hand, "Hello Mihael." Mello nodded and looked behind his shoulder to scan the small crowd of children to see if Near had come to greet L. He wasn't there, and that gave Mello a slight, sick satisfaction.
"Hm." He twitched in irritation as L strode past him with his thumb situated in his mouth.
Dinner, Near wasn't there either. Mello let his eyes dart around the small dinning hall, trying to catch a glimpse of white anywhere. A small sigh of defeat escaped his mouth, and Matt looked up from devouring his plate of food to raise a red eyebrow. Mello acted as if he had no clue as to what Matt was silently asking.
He stayed up late, and finally saw with jubilation as Near crept out from his hiding spot. Mello followed Near into the men's bathing room, and an inaudible gasp left his mouth as the 'boy' undressed.
Slightly flared hips and a small pubescent bust greeted his shocked and thrilled gaze.
Near…his mind gasped, oh god…oh my god.
He watched with greedy, hungry eyes as the girl washed, and with a heated blush, found that he felt insanely dirty for enjoying it so much.
He hid where he knew Near wouldn't see him; his hackled rose when a low monotone voice rang through the bathroom. "I thought I'd find you here." Mello watched as Near made a move to cover her chest, but L stopped the action.
"What are you doing here?" Near asked, curious.
"To see you." Mello bit his lips closed as they began to kiss; he bit until he could taste coppery blood, and still he tried not to scream.
A darker blush crept over his face as he watched their hurried, awkward 'love-making'.
They climaxed with a shout, and Mello felt his burning anger toward L (and Near) grow into hot resentment.
His legs weren't able to move, and he stayed glued to the bathroom floor. Mello watched as they laid together; anger, and jealousy dropped hard in his gut as he watched L toy with a strand of Near's white hair. Their breathing had returned to a normal tempo, and Mello watched as Near looked curiously up at the eccentric detective.
"You'll be leaving for Japan tomorrow, right?"
"Yes."
"…you might die."
"I suspect to."
Mello cringed, remembering that L had taken on the Kira case, and that it was fairly certain that he might die…
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He waited an hour longer as he watched the two get dressed. Mello watched, frowning, as L kissed Near softly goodbye.
L walked out of the bathroom, leaving a small almost broken looking Near; Mello's anger was beginning to ebb away while he watched Near wipe away tiny tears.
I'm sorry, Near. Mello and unknowably, L thought.
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Aaand, we're back to angst. :D Nahaha, Sarah, you're favorite coupling (L/Near). "This is weird." "Yeah, I know. Get off."
Part two of 'The Chimbley Sweep'. M'yep.
