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Lullabies
Written on: Saturday, March 6, 2010
Time: 4:51 AM
Title: Lullabies
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: MattNear
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship
Rating: G
Summary: That night, instead of the usual emptiness he felt, he feels safe.
AN: Inspired by “Lullabies” by All Time Low.
“Sing me to sleep, I’ll see you in my dreams”
His dreams were nightmares. Never ending nightmares.
He dreamed of running, with his own unknown fear chasing him from behind. Dark, hollow halls followed his steps in the running. A door opened at the end, but whenever he reached it, it vanished and he’s in the dark, dark room of nothingness.
And he’d wake up to see no signs of a chocoholic blond, who used to be ready and awake when he’s woken up. The empty bed across the room was a painful reminder of that fact.
But tonight, he woke up to see a small white figure curling himself on top of the bed. On his bed.
Grey eyes popped underneath messy mops of white hair, starring at him owlishly.
“You’re awake.”
He kept silent, because Near didn’t need anything to confirm the truth of his statement. Sometimes he thinks Near was never wrong on anything. He rolled on his back, wrapping the sheets tighter around himself.
The last thing he needs was his body to be as cold as his heart.
“Go away, Near.” He muttered, closing his eyes.
“You had a nightmare.”
“And it’s none of your fucking business, isn’t it?”
He felt a bit bad for being so harsh, but it’s nothing compared to Mello’s threat to the younger boy.
“Why do you even care anyway?”
“Because you’re my friend.”
He laughed humorlessly and turned sideways to face Near.
“We’re never friends.” He said coolly. Near shrugged indifferently, slowly sitting up.
Friends. A stupid word that no longer held any meaning to him.
He ignored Near and closed his eyes. He even pretended he didn’t care when he felt the boy slipping under the covers with him, curling himself against his warmth.
Despite it all, he cried as he held the boy in his arms, feeling those arms tighten around his neck, gripping like it’s the only thing that could save them.
That night, instead of the usual emptiness he felt, he feels safe. For once he can hold onto something to keep him from drowning.
He let the soothing sound of Near’s breathing lulled him into a nice, dreamless sleep.Labels: fandom: death note, matt/near, mello
Sandcastles
Time: 4:28 AM
Title: Sandcastles
Fandom: Death Note AU
Pairings: None. But there's slight hint of MattNear..
A/N: Just a nice fluffy fic :3
Sandcastles
“Nate!” a young blond yelled at a small boy dressed in a white buttoned up shirt and pale blue swimming trunks. “Don’t run off anywhere you bloody idiot!”
The said boy only smirked and edged further towards the shore. The blond’s eyes widen as he quickly ran before the boy did anything stupid.
“Nate! If you get casted away I’m gonna kill you!”
The blond increased his speed as he charged towards the boy. Nate scooted away just in time for the blond to hit the waves that were coming, thus being flushed. He giggled as his brother struggled to reach the shore, repeatedly being hit by waves.
“Mihael, you should watch where you’re going next time.” Nate said nonchalantly, sitting on the nearest rock and pulling his knee up to his chest.
The blond, Mihael, glared furiously at the smaller boy. His pale blond hair was damp, and he shivered lightly from the cold. He stepped towards the rock, a deadly look in his ice blue eyes.
Their foster parent, Aiber and Wedy took them out to the beach on Sunday morning, as they thought it would be best if the boys get some fresh air, and to spend some family quality time together. But what’s a family gathering without fights?
Nate smiled and lifted his hand to his chest, offering peace. Mihael didn’t buy it, and instead inched closer, fists balled ready to throw a punch. The victim did not look intimidated, instead smirking lightly as he turned away and dipped his small feet in the seawater.
Mihael lifted his hands up in frustration, and was about to throw a punch at the ivory haired boy before he was tackled by a redhead and rolled down the sand.
“What the,” He breathed out as he smacked the assailant’s head. “Fuck are you doing?!” he screeched as he and the boy went tumbling down.
The boy yelped and shoved Mihael’s hand away from his face.
“Stopping you from hitting Nate!” he yelled out in pants.
They both hit the ground with a loud thump, sending dusts flying everywhere. The boy tried to sit up, but was pinned to the ground by an angry Mihael.
“Mail,” he whispered dangerously to the redhead’s ear. “What I’m about to do to Nate is none of your business. You remember that, don’t you?”
Mail gulped and nodded, his heart pounded heavily in his chest.
“So be a good dog and stay the hell away from the enemy.”
“He’s not the enemy, he’s your brother!” Mail said, deadpanned.
Mello narrowed his eyes in response.
“I despise him.” he spat out.
He caught a glimpse of white in the distance and quickly ran towards it. Mail, sensing troubles ahead, went along, not wanting his foster brothers to fight. He heard a small, girlish scream from the other side of the sandy hills and ran.
What he saw was something that terrifies him. Mihael, with his eyes closed, was breathing heavily, as he was being pulled by Nate. Of course being small had its disadvantages, some of them are these. Nate barely lifted the blond, and he was pulling so hard he thought his veins were going to burst.
Mail rushed to his side; pulling Mihael’s other hand forward.
“What happened?” he asked to the smaller boy. Mihael let out a girlish squeak as he winced in pain.
“Mihael fell down the hill and sprained his ankles.” The boy said through gritted teeth.
They finally got a hold of the blond and supported him on each side. They carefully stepped down, limping lightly on Nate’s side because Mihael was weighing on him.
When Aiber and Wedy saw them, they both screamed in horror.
“Mail, Nate, what’s wrong with Mihael?” Wedy rushed as she laid the preteen on one of the blankets.
“Uh, he sprained his ankle from falling down the hill.” Mail explained while scratching his head in awkwardness.
“He what?” Aiber yelled as he lifted Nate’s arms up, checking for any injuries.
“Mihael, you should be more careful next time. Do you want us to check on you all the time?” Wedy scolded as she rubbed his ankles lightly.
“No! Ouch!” Mihael winced in pain once more as he struggled away from his mother’s touch.
Nate watched this all in amusement. After receiving a kiss on the forehead from Aiber he sat down beside Mail, snuggling into the older boy for comfort. Mail patted his head as he pulled the ivory haired boy to his lap.
“Mihael, you are grounded young man. No chocolates for a week after your recovery.” Wedy said sternly, laying back to continue sunbathing.
“No chocolates?! Mooom!” Mihael whined.
Mail giggled and hugged the small boy in front of him. He rummaged through his pants pocket for his Gameboy and turned it on, letting Nate play with it as he guided the small hands.
Mihael scowled, and said bitterly addressing Nate.
“You really like this, don’t you?”
Nate smirked and nodded, before turning his attention back to the game. Mail smiled and glanced at Mihael, then back to the small boy.
“That’s what you get Mickey.”Labels: fandom: death note, matt, mello, near
Intro
Time: 4:22 AM
Title: Intro
Fandom: Death Note
Pairings: None. Unless you think Shore and A are just too cute for each other.
Intro
The old mansion in south of Winchester looked very beautiful in summer. No one really knows what it is for sure, all they know it’s an orphanage. They don’t even know the name, but they know the owner is Quillish Wammy.
A black sedan parked directly in front of the main gate. Then an unlikely pair came to view; an old man with a young boy. The man is Quillish Wammy, and he brought along a new addition to the orphanage. The boy had messy dark brown hair, covering half of his face, running along until his shoulder. He wore a navy blue sweatshirt, and a pair of dark blue denims, completed with a pair of grey Chuck Taylors. His bright green eyes widen at the sight of the old mansion.
“Is this where I live now?” he asked childishly, looking up to meet Mr. Wammy’s brown eyes.
Chuckling lightly at the boy’s enthusiasm, he nodded. And they walked in together.
“Here is the common room. Oh, and Sam,” Sam turned his head lightly to look at Mr. Wammy.
“You mustn’t refer yourself by your true name. In here we use aliases, because you all are raised to be L’s successor. Now you must refer yourself by ‘Shore’. And at the end of the month, we will have a test to rank the successors. Please do well on those tests.” Mr. Wammy explained.
Sam, now Shore, nodded eagerly. Holding his thumb, he smiled widely. “Okay sir!”
“Good. Now you may go in and make some friends. There are some children in the common room. Do you want my help to get you settled in?”
“Nope. I’ll be fine sir.”
“Then I’ll leave you be.”
And with that Quillish Wammy walked away, still amused by Shore. That boy could make anyone’s frown turn upside down, he thought silently.
Shore knocked lightly on the door, only to feel ridiculous the next moment. But the door swung open, revealing a feminine blond boy, perhaps older than him, wearing nothing but black. He blinked once, unsure what to do, before sticking out his hand and said “Hi there.”
The blond boy smirked at him. His blue eyes shone, glinting mischievously. The person opened the door wider, motioning him to come in.
There were about three people in the room, with him and the person it makes five. One was a boy, clad in white, the complete opposite of the blond, who was now sitting beside a brunet wearing a striped shirt and shorts. The other was a girl with red hair put up into a ponytail, wearing a baggy light blue t-shirt and a pair of pants that reached her ankles.
“Look, we got a new kid here. Hey, what’s your name?” the goggleboy asked. His blond friend scowled before taking a bite from his chocolate bar. “I heard the old man said ‘Shore’. What a weird name.” The white boy shook his head in disapproval as he continued finishing his puzzle.
Shore still stood, unsure what to do. But hearing the blond boy making fun of his name makes him twitch.
The redhead then quipped “It’s not like ‘Mello’ a normal name either, my great fellow, Yellow Mello.” The girl smirked victoriously at the blond, Mello, before turning her attention to him.
“Hey there. I’m Arc, but you can call me A. Nice to meet you.”
Shore grinned, then strode over to where she is. Sticking his hand out for her to shake, he smiled confidently.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Sa-Shore! Yeah, Shore. You can send me a love letter later.” He blurted out, still smiling brightly at the redhead. Everyone in the room stared at him like he was mad. The white haired boy though, looked very amused.
The girl blinked her hazel eyes, before narrowing them and pointed an accusing finger at him.
“What makes you think I’m interested in you?” she said coldly.
Shore’s smile narrowed into a smirk. “’Cause all the girls can’t resist me. Rawr!” he added playfully as he stepped closer to her.
Mello and the brunet laughed loudly, clutching their chest and stomach as if they’re going to die. But the ivory haired boy walked up slowly to Arc, before crouching on the floor near her feet.
The girl casted a glance to the boy, before glaring at him again.
“Say it again, and I’ll kill you.”
“Or maybe Near will kill him, for stealing his girlfriend.” The blond taunted, smiling evilly at the two.
The redhead shrieked and slammed the nearest book she can get her hands on to Mello. This leaves the goggleboy and the silent white haired boy to look at him in curiosity.
“I haven’t introduced myself properly, have I? Well I’m Matt. And that’s Near.” the brunet said, while pointing at the small boy, Near. “And those two fighting are Mello, and as you just know, Arc.” He smiled, pointing at the two whose fight was beginning to turn ugly. “Don’t mind them, they like to do this often.” He added.
“Yes, because Mello always insist that we are infatuated with each other.” Near said in a deadpanned voice. Matt chuckled before sitting down next to Near, pulling out a Gameboy from his pocket.
Shore felt awkward for standing there all by himself. Mello and Arc are still fighting, now pulling each other’s hair while calling names; Matt is playing his Gameboy, with his arms around Near who was watching him in morbid curiosity.
At last Arc slammed Mello down the carpeted floor, declaring victory. Then she stepped over to Shore, leaving Mello who was sulking heavily, still oblivious to Matt and Near.
“Want me to give you a tour around the house?”
He nodded, and she reached out her hand to hold his. As they walked together through the halls, fingers intertwining, he couldn’t help but feel happy because things went fine. Maybe they could be friends after all.Labels: a, fandom: death note, matt, mello, near, shore
High School Blues [Part I]
Time: 4:17 AM
Tch. Yeah. New story at last. Well, I've written a lot actually but I never posted it here.
Title: High School Blues [Part 1]
Fandom: Death Note AU
Pairing: Shore/A, Matt/Near, slight A/Near mentioned.
Summary: Embarrassing. One word to describe what happened last night at Matt’s house.
AN: This story, was inspired by my mom's experience during her post high school graduation party at a friend's house. Of course with some edits here and there.
They all gathered at Matt’s house to have a post-graduation party. And it was supposed to start at seven, but it’s eight forty five already and the party still hasn’t start.
Ava was getting impatient. She was supposed to be home at ten. Hell, she’s not even supposed to go out, thanks to her older sister who just had to elope randomly. Now with the messed up schedule it’s very possible she’s going to be very, very late.
Sighing softly, she approached the host who busied himself with playing Wii.
“Yeah! Take that you oversized creep!”
“Matt, what’s taking it so long?”
The redhead barely looked up to see her.
“Well, Mels still hasn’t come back, and I think Nate’s running late.”
He paused the game to look at her. Though she could barely look at him in the eyes with the goggles on his face.
“Doesn’t it bother you that your boyfriend’s late?”
“We broke up two weeks ago.” She said icily. She still had a hard time getting through the post-breakup period.
Matt blinked. Once. Twice.
“Oh.”
Oh indeed, she repeated in her mind.
At that moment, a shouting match could be heard outside.
“No, we gotta have a dozens of beer.”
“For a party for ten.”
“So? More for us.”
“Miha-“
“Can I make a move on him then?” Matt asked suddenly. She turned to look at him, who now pushed his goggles on top of his head instead.
“Uh, I don’t know if he swings that way…” she trailed off, unsure what to say on the sudden question for approval.
Matt only grinned, hopped up and moved towards the front door to open it.
And as predicted, Mihael and Nate were fighting, bags of groceries in their hands, ready to be used as a weapon.
“Hey hey! What took you so long?” Matt asked, motioning to Sam to turn on the music.
“This kid bothers me. Period. It’s a good thing we’re going to different college later.” Mihael grumbled.
Matt laughed and turned to wink at Ava’s direction as he patted Mihael on the back – who went to the kitchen to get more chocolate – and smiled widely at Nate.
Nate was red in the face, angry. He shoved the bags to Matt as he stepped inside.
“He’s not the only one profiting from it.” Nate muttered.
“Nah, he’ll miss ya eventually. Hey Natey, I got something to ask…”
Ava was no longer able to hear the rest of the conversation, because at that moment loud techno music blared from the speakers. She did notice the way Matt leaned back and forward like an eager child and that mild interest in Nate’s grey eyes as they spoke to each other.
What she didn’t notice was Mihael and Sam, talking in hushed tones from across the room and throwing glances at her; as if they were up to something.Labels: fandom: death note, matt/near, mello, shore/a
Twenty
Written on: Sunday, December 13, 2009
Time: 4:51 AM
Title: Twenty
Summary: Twenty years of Mello's life. And he began to realize there was more to his life than just him getting what he wants.
AN: Happy birthday Mello! And for the first time, my very own MattNear story! Okay, it's only friendship, but heh, at least they interact. And slight MelloNear if you prefer. Introducing OCs Shore and Arc.
December 1st 2009
The blond teenager sighed heavily. His new apartment in Tokyo was nothing but decent. The lights were dim, the wallpapers were peeling, the carpets were soggy, and the ceiling has holes in it. It was nothing compared to the mafia headquarters that he blew up months ago, but it’s the only thing he has.
Right now he was waiting for Matt to come, bringing his belongings along. And that son of a bitch took a long time too. Five hours has passed, and he still didn’t show up. The last thing he heard from him was the plane got delayed. And he was worried if somehow Matt’s been captured, or worse, killed.
So he took out his cell phone and began dialing a number he remembered. The number to a person that got him in the mafia. His old comrade, Shore.
Shore was raised in Whammy’s House, just like him. But he was younger. When he was young the boy looked up to him, as he was one of the most respectable children in the orphanage. He remembered sticking up to the kid when he was bullied, so it was natural that Shore felt grateful.
He wasn’t in the top three, but his charm was useful at times. He recommended him to Ross, telling him if he could gain respect from the older man he’d be a nice pawn to use.
And he was asking for favor again to the younger boy. Perhaps he could help him with this one. Getting help these days were difficult.
“Hello? Who is this?” an accented voice called out.
“Shore. It’s me, M.”
“Mello? How the fuck did you survived from that explosion?”
“Long story. Listen, could you help me out? I’m in Japan.”
“Sure thing. Anything for you Mells.”
He hung up the phone. That kid still respects him. And one day he was going to pay his respects, just like now.
***
On the other side of the line, Shore was nervous. Mello had called him and probably it was something related to the Kira case. In other words, he’s going to sign his death wish.
“Shore? Who called?”
Arc, or A, as she preferred to be called with, was his friend during the Whammy years. She stayed with him through ups and downs, and it was no surprise to everyone else that they became lovers. Only sometimes she gets pissed off and made him sleep on the couch.
“’S nothing. Go back to sleep, I kept you awake last night.”
Unfortunately, she was being stubborn about it again. Coming out from the room, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, she strode across the room and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“C’mon. Who called?”
“Mello.” He answered simply.
Her hazel eyes widen in disbelief as she released her grip on his neck. She let it slid down her sides as her gaze shifted down.
“I thought he was dead.” She murmured.
He shook his head and carefully placed a hand on her shoulder. She had a hatred to the blond, since he liked bossing her boyfriend around. And she strongly disliked it when anyone forced him to do something he didn’t want.
“I thought we could live a happy life, like any normal family would. I thought we’d get married and have kids. I thought we could be together.” She hissed the last word as she slapped his hand away.
“A, it doesn’t change anything. We could still be happy, we could-“
“But it does! He’s going to take you away from me, he’s going to be the reason to your death. Oh Sam. Since when’d you become this blind?”
Shore flinched at the use of his name. But said nothing. Instead he fiddles with his thumb in his lap.
“He needs me. He needs us. He wants us to help him catch Kira, and bring him to justice,”
“But he can accomplish that by working with Near! It’s his stupid pride that gets in the way.”
A sighed and leaned to her seat, shifting to bury her head in it. He heard muffled sobs, and felt guilty. He leaned closer and stroked her flaming red hair with his hand.
“I won’t join in his plans directly. I won’t take any chances of getting killed.”
He heard a small voice said “Promise?” and he chuckled as he pulled the girl closer to him.
December 7th 2009
Mello tapped furiously on the table. Boredom was eating him alive. He sent Matt out to keep a close eye on Misa Amane again. And Shore still hasn’t arrived yet. He didn’t get any info on Kira, but he might if he called Lidner…
The chance is she won’t tell him anything. And they were miles, and miles apart, so threatening to shoot her was crossed out. But maybe, with a little small talk, and a bit of flattery might help him.
He smirked as he flipped his cell open and dialed her number.
“Lidner speaking.”
He smiled. Time to put his plan in action.
“Halle. How are you?”
***
Unbeknownst to him, Near was in the room. Halle had offered to stay in the HQ to keep an eye on the albino, since Rester was out. A buzz from her phone woke her up from her daydream, and now Near was looking at her with wide eyes.
“Agent Lidner, please answer your phone.”
She did what she was told and pressed the small green button.
“Lidner speaking.”
“Halle. How are you?” a smooth voice called out.
She mouthed Mello to Near and he nodded. Standing up, he grabbed one of the headsets and placed it around his head.
So he’s going to listen to our conversation, Halle thought.
“Mello. I didn’t expect you to call.”
A chuckle. “I missed you. Can I expect a warmer greeting?”
He missed me? Halle shook her head and focused.
“Well, let’s just cut to the point. What do you want?”
“We both know what I want.”
Information, she answered silently. She looked at Near square in the eye, asking for permission to reveal what she knows. He turned away and twirled a lock of ivory hair. She took this as an affirmative.
“We’re heading to Japan. Near suspects Kira is there.”
“How? With Kiyomi Takada chosen as Kira’s spokesperson?”
“Yes. And the majority of the criminals killed are in Japan.”
“I see.”
He said nothing more. Near nodded in understanding. His lips curved to form a small smile. Halle could see the gears in his head turning.
Suddenly he said, “Ask him how he is doing.”
She nodded and followed the order.
“And how is your investigation doing?”
She heard silence from the other line. As if Mello needs time to think.
“It’s fine.” He said with a cold tone
“And yourself?”
“I’m fine. Goddamn it, woman, can you mind your own business?”
Near’s eyes lit up in humor as he mouthed to her to end the call.
“Well I must be going. Near’s keeping us work overtime.”
“Sure. Bye.”
And he hung up without any hesitance.
Near stood up and sat down once more on the floor. She watched him as he placed his Lego toys in order.
“It seems that my rival is receiving a dead end. And I presume he is in Japan.”
She could only nod in response.
December 13th 2009
Snow was falling outside on the Tokyo streets. Mello shift uncomfortably in his seat as he pulled a knee to his chest. Matt sat across him, in his hand a lit cigarette. He held it to his lips occasionally.
Twenty. He’s twenty now and he felt like nothing changed.
Maybe he looked older. With some frowns creasing and he didn’t want that. Maybe he’s smarter now, wiser. Though he doubt he’ll be able to outsmart Near, seeing the kid was a natural born genius.
He was bored again, keeping track on the screen was a strain to his eyes. And the lighting in the room was not helping either. How could Matt stand hours in front of that plasma screen was a mystery to him. But then again, he didn’t know much about the third rank Whammy child.
“Hey Mello, why don’t you train Shore? He’s gonna need survival skills if he wants to stay alive like you.”
He gazed at the younger boy lazily. But he was right, Shore can’t even fight when he’s pressured, how was he supposed to stay alive protecting Mello?
So he went out and trained the dark haired boy. Hard.
***
Night has fallen and Mello came home exhausted. The kid was a hell to train. Sometimes he felt like he can’t restrain himself from hitting the younger boy. But it was hard, him being a pussy about it.
He grumbled as he made his way to the kitchen to find some chocolate. The first thing he saw was Matt, eating his chocolate. Rage was building up inside him and he stomped his way to the brunet.
Matt laughed and took a step back, aware of Mello’s anger towards him. But hey, he was the birthday boy, and he needs to chill off sometimes.
“C’mon Mells. It’s nothing, really. Don’t get mad at me.”
The blond keeps throwing him dirty looks.
“Besides, you’re twenty now! Not ten. Grow up.”
A look in Mello’s eyes told him he should run now. If he values his life.
“Don’t tell me what to do, you fucking bastard.”
This time, Matt did run for his life.
***
After giving Matt a nice beating, he sat comfortably in his couch. Matt had an ice of bag on his head, after being pounced by Mello. He sat across the blond; his feet perched on the coffee table.
The doorbell rang and he glared at Matt, gesturing him to open the door. Matt shuffled his feet lazily as he searched his pocket for his Nintendo DS.
“Oi Mello, looks like you got gifts.”
Mello lifted an eyebrow and walked over to where Matt was. In his hands, besides his DS, were two nicely wrapped gifts. And a small letter which on front was written, with neat, curvy handwriting, ‘to M’. He opened the envelope, and read a piece of paper, written with the same handwriting.
‘Mello. Happy 20th birthday. N.’
He blinked. It doesn’t take him two seconds to figure out it was Near. And the fact that he still remembered his birthday is touching.
“Mello? Are you going to open it or not?”
He nodded and took the boxes from Matt’s hands.
Later he slept with a new rosary hanging on his neck, and holding a puzzle piece with an ‘N’ written on it.
December 19th 2009
After the move Near felt there was a need to tighten the security of the HQ. So a new system was used, courtesy of Rester’s ‘connections’. Simply one of the best in the world. It was foolproof, designed so no one could get in without permission.
So it amazed him when Matt entered, walking confidently to the work room. How the brunet could hack the system was out of his mind.
Another bigger question: how did Matt know where he is?
“Hey Near.” The older boy said, smiling as he stood in front of him.
He refused to look up, no matter how much he wants to. There was something he was looking for, and Near’s not going to give it to him.
A sound of rubber slapping against skin made him realize Matt was pulling his goggles off. A rarity to him. He never let anyone see his sky blue eyes, not even Mello. He once told Near that he was the first to know the color of his eyes, six years ago, back when they were at Whammy’s.
Matt was one of the kids who tried to befriend him. Tried, as the keyword. But Near began to feel an attachment to the brunet. And so he felt hurt when Matt stopped visiting his room in the afternoon. He missed his loud chatters, the sound of his Gameboy beeping. He used to come and talk to him about everything, and he’d listen as he finished his puzzle.
Matt helped him the first time he tried the L puzzle.
It was hard. And the rain pounded on the glass windows so hard he could barely concentrate. It was one of the afternoons when Matt decided to hang with him. Thunder struck, and he froze.
Matt noticed the absence of the clacking pieces of the puzzle. And crawled closer to him and helped him finish it. It took them a few tries, but in the end it was finished.
Now the L puzzle was long forgotten in the corner of his room and so was their friendship.
“Near. Look at me.”
He reluctantly lifted his gaze to meet his. Blue meets gray. Matt smiled an honest smile.
“Good. Now I’m not here just for chit chat. I want to talk to you about Mello.”
Near’s gaze grew cold. “What about him?”
“Can you help him out, or anything? I’m worried about him. He goes on a rant about something, then calms down and passed out. I think he’s pretty stressed about this thing.”
Near watched the older boy closely. Observing his eyes, and the emotions pooling up inside. Then he turned away.
“There’s nothing I can do Matt.”
This obviously struck a chord to the older boy. His cornflower eyes changed to ice blue. He narrowed his gaze and stared at the albino intensely.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean, even if there was something I could do, he wouldn’t accept it. It’ll hurt his pride to accept help from me.”
Matt snorted, and crouched so he’s on the same level as the boy is.
“That’s bullshit. He accepted your gifts. He still wears that damn rosary you gave. Sometimes he held that puzzle piece in comfort.”
He paused, as if to find words to say.
“The Near I knew wouldn’t be so pessimistic about it.”
Near startled. Who the hell did he think he is?
“Matt. You don’t know me.”
“I know you. I know the real you. The one’s hidden under that emotionless face.”
To be told, Matt thinks Near is beautiful. He’s far too perfect to be human. Soft, weak, like a porcelain doll. So it surprised him when he hears the young boy laughs, or cried. Showing that he was human after all. But he always treated the younger boy like he was fragile, every little things he said or does, he did it carefully. As he didn’t want to hurt him. But he didn’t know, under that mask Near was already broken as it is. He’s broken when Matt avoids him. It’s a shame Matt doesn’t see it that way.
And Matt didn’t even know why he did it. Perhaps as a result of spending time with the young boy he began to feel attached. And he never feels attached to anything, not even his games. Or perhaps it was him, feeling he was too outgoing for his own good. Afraid to hurt him through his words, or gestures.
Although it stung when the younger boy said he didn’t know him. Because he knows and Near’s the one that locked himself away under that façade.
He took a deep breath and placed both hands on the boy’s shoulder.
“Near. Look at me. Do you consider me as your friend?”
Near was caught off guard with that question. It’s like everything’s falling apart and coming to this. And he failed to predict this coming. He wanted to say yes so bad, but the word never left his lips. It lingered like the scent of summer in the air when the first leaves of autumn fell.
“…No.”
Matt stood away, eyes showing hurt in them. He truly felt hurt by his response. And he was beginning to understand why Mello hates him so much.
“You, you’re a coward. You lied.”
Near stared at the cold glossy floor, that reflected his reflection. And what did he see? A boy with no hopes and dreams. Pathetic.
“You lied Near. You never lied to me before…” he trailed off.
Silence fell. And it grew as Matt left the room silently. Now Near was alone once more. But he felt lonelier than he ever was.
December 25th 2009
Christmas. And Mello spent his time moping. The day didn’t hold the same warmth it did before.
When he was at Whammy’s he felt happy, spending time with people he knew and loved. He didn’t hit anyone, not even Near. And all they had was each other.
But now he was alone. Except for Matt and Shore. But he was still lonely. He sat on the chair, his cheeks sticking to the window pane. Christmas has never been this worse. His fingers unconsciously found their way to the rosary, fiddling it gently. A gift from Near, he smiled sadly. He took a deep breath, maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
Matt watched the older boy sunk into the wave of melancholy. He too felt under the weather. After the encounter with Near he did nothing but stare blankly at the screen.
Shore, on the other hand was fidgeting visibly. A must hate Mello more now, that he forced him to work during the holidays. He was disappointed too. He thought about a nice romantic dinner for the two of them, and maybe a warm cuddling session in front of the fire. But no, someone had to made him stay, freezing his ass off. He was feeling more disrespectful to the scarred blond.
“Go.” Shore lifted his head to see Matt talking to him. It’s hard to know when he’s talking to you, seeing as his eyes were covered behind his orange tinted goggles and bangs.
“You got a girlfriend right? I’ll cover for ya.”
He nodded and quickly gathered his things. Casting a quick glance at Mello, who was now lost in his thoughts, he closed the door and left. A will be pleased to see him.
Matt watched the long haired boy left. Then he grabbed his pack of cigars on the bedside table and lit it, while watching Mello’s reaction.
Mello noticed the scent of smoke in the air, and was furious when he saw Matt lighting his cancer stick.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Smoking. I’m stressed Mells. I need a break.”
“Oh yeah? Don’t you know I feel the same way, and I don’t cry about it.”
Matt sighed and looked around.
“Mello, I missed Whammy’s.”
Mello nodded and returned his gaze to the snow. It reminds him of Near, of Whammy grounds, of the snowball fights he had with the boys. It reminds him of innocence.
So he stood up, and stalked off to where Matt was slouching. And hugged him. A warm hug, that reminds him of the hugs kids in Whammy’s House used to give. And Matt hugged back. Because he knew they both need this more than anything. Just an old apartment, and the two of them. What do they really have beside each other?
Outside, a tall man with dark hair pulled something out from his suit and placed it carefully on Mello and Matt’s doorstep. He didn’t know why his boss would spend money on people who obviously didn’t care about him, but he didn’t dare to question his generosity.
That night two presents with silver wrapping, and a card that said ‘N’ were opened by two souls who finally let go of their worries for the night.
December 31st 2009/ January 1st 2009
Mello was woken up by the sound of his phone ringing. He picked it up quickly, not wanting to disturb his friend, who was snoring loudly on the couch across him.
He checked the caller ID first.
Unknown number, could this be…
“Mello.”
“Lidner. Nice surprise. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
They rarely made contact anymore, and Mello knows it’s because she’s been hired as Takada’s bodyguard. A job that was risky, seeing how this means Near’s letting himself known to his enemies.
“We’re planning to take Misa Amane and Kanzo Mogi hostage.”
He nodded. He knows it’s useless, because the Japanese girl seemed too innocent to be the Second Kira. He and Matt had previously come to the conclusion she let go her ownership of the death note.
“Okay. Is there anything else?”
“Near says happy new year. Tell that to Matt too. And he says he’s sorry, to Matt again.”
Sorry? Since when Near’s been sorry for anything? And apologizing to Matt? What for? There’s a lot of questions he’s going to ask when the brunet wakes up.
And why does Near letting him tell his apology to Matt? Is this some kind of a screw up to mess with his mind so he could forget the Kira case for a while?
“Did he tell why?”
“Matt visited HQ almost two weeks ago. I don’t know what they’re talking about but perhaps they had a disagreement. Near looked more depressed recently, and I’m guessing it’s because of him.”
He glanced at the sleeping figure in striped shirt and jeans across him. His suspicions are getting stronger, and stronger.
“Okay. I’ll tell Matt about it, just because he’s depressed too. But that son of a bitch better not be crossing me.”
“I’m sure he won’t Mello. Goodbye.”
He slammed the phone. Anger rose inside him. He decided to find some other things to do. So as he went out and looked around, to find Shore was missing, was another point to his now furious state.
***
“Hey, don’t do that! You’ll ruin the cake!”
A giggled as she licked her cream-filled fingers happily, scooting away from Shore who was now glaring at her.
“That’s what you get for coming home late on Christmas.” She smirked, stood up and went to the fireplace, sitting cross-legged in front of it.
Shore eyed his girlfriend annoyingly. She could be pretty silly sometimes.
“Sit down! I got you some new pack of cards.”
His emerald eyes flashed with excitement as he quickly placed himself near the redhead. He loved cards. He held a certain fixation towards them. Often he found himself making castles from them, or shuffling them when he’s nervous. When he’s angry, however, he’d burn them. Seeing the face of kings and queens burn strangely feels comforting. He shuffled the deck and began placing them on the floor.
A stared at him lazily, fingers often played with the cards he hasn’t touched. Shore didn’t know what she’s thinking, but he hoped it’s nothing serious.
Voices echoed from outside. They both turned their heads to see people counting down to New Year.
’Ten,’
‘Nine,’
They stood up and held hands, counting along in whispers.
‘Eight,’
***
‘Seven,’
“Mells! They’re on seven now! Six!” Matt chirped happily. Hearing an apology from Near, via Mello made his day. The frown on his face was turned upside down. And Mello didn’t question him on anything, although he might the next day.
‘Five’
“Five!” he said, blue eyes lighting up. Mello didn’t look as happy as he was. Instead he stared off to nowhere, sitting on the floor with a chocolate bar in his hands.
‘Four’
“Four!”
Matt can’t help but wonder what Near is doing now.
***
“Three,” The teenager said calmly. The SPK members chorused along in the same leveled voice, an undertone to their excitement.
Misa Amane was taken without any problems. Mogi had cooperated with them, and they appreciated the man for it. But now the hostages were the least of their problems as they counted seconds to midnight.
“Two,”
“One.”
***
The whole world celebrated the coming of 2010. And they embraced the year of Kira.
Life would never be the same after this.
January 24th 2010
Weeks had passed since Mello and Halle’s last conversation. Many things were left unsaid or forgotten from Mello’s mind. But he didn’t care. He was getting closer to solving the Kira case.
Matt went out to buy some cigars and chocolates for Mello. And Shore was taking over his job for today. Mello had planned for the boy to take over the case if something happens to him and Matt, and the three of them knew the young boy was technically second in command. So the blond prepared him, and his plans to work.
A ring from the telephone snapped him back to focus. He sat up, intending to answer it, but Shore had picked it up instead.
“Mello. It’s me again.” A familiar female voice called out.
Shore lifted his eyebrow and handed the telephone to Mello, who was standing beside him.
“Mello?”
“Lidner. Is there something you’d like to say?”
“Near’s planning to meet with L to, discuss something regarding the Kira case.”
Discuss. As in, meeting? Near’s going to strike and he had to do something about it before it’s too late. Before the boy catches up with him and captures Kira first.
“Why the sudden change?”
“We got a hold of the notebook from one of the people Near suspected as X-Kira. One of our members are making a copy of it as we speak.”
A copy… interesting, he thought to himself. Shore glanced at him from his work.
“Did you see any shinigami?”
“For unknown reasons, no.”
His head began to think of the reasons why. Maybe the shinigami was hiding? Or was it loyal to its previous owner? Or maybe the notebook; was it fake?
The previous reasons didn’t make any sense to him. So the last option was sure to be it. Shit. Didn’t Near think of that?
“When will the meeting occur?”
“Perhaps he’s going to set it on the 28th. I don’t know when exactly, he hasn’t said anything. All I know he’s going to let X-Kira write our names on the notebook, the altered one of course. And the one whose name is not written is Kira.”
A click. He found some light to this problem.
“He’s going to make him write your names in the notebook…”
“Yes…”
He sighed and took a deep breath. It was now or never.
“Well then. I guess I have to do it.”
Silence resounded. Mello put down the receiver gently before staring down to the floor.
“Shore, I’ll need you to do something for me. But call Matt first, I don’t want to tell this twice.”
Shore nodded, although inside he was beginning to feel scared.
January 25th 2009
After going through the list of possible things he’s going to do Mello finally made a decision. He’s going to capture Kira’s spokesperson, Takada, and make her spill the beans to him about the whereabouts of X-Kira and the identity of Kira himself. Of course doing such thing would be considered suicide.
Matt had decided to help, saying that “car chases are fun” with a wide grin on his face. And yes, he’s being serious about it.
Shore was ordered to stay in the apartment and keep an eye on the news. In case both M goes down in flames, he’s going to take over.
Despite everything, all three of them prepared themselves. This was probably their last day. And there was a million things they haven’t done and another million they wish they had or hadn’t done.
All three of them were now sitting in circle in the kitchen. Matt smoking his cigarettes while thumbs pressing buttons on his Gameboy, Shore shuffling his card nervously while glancing at the clock every twenty minutes, and Mello chomping off his third chocolate bar.
Matt grew bored of his game and turned it off. Pocketing it in the pocket of his jeans he turned to Mello and asked him permission to go off and see Near. Mello grumbled in response and Matt left happily. Shore looked at him, trying to get off the hook like Matt did, but Mello snapped at him.
“You’re assigned to take over and suddenly you can do anything? Do I need to remind you who’s boss?”
Shore smiled sheepishly and returned to shuffling his cards.
***
“Near, you have a visitor.”
Near didn’t bother to look at Rester. Instead he turned his head to one of the surveillance screen, showing a figure of a brunet wearing goggles and a fur vest over his striped shirt.
“Let him in.”
Matt walked in with an air of confidence. He felt happy, truly happy that he was going to see Near again. Although it was for goodbyes, at least he gets to see his friend once more.
The first thing he saw was Near curled up into a ball, eyes closed, in the middle of a toy oasis. He chuckled and crouched, hovering above the small albino.
“Psst, Near.”
Near opened his eye and found himself staring at Matt’s blue eyes. He sat up and twirled a lock of his hair.
“What are you doing here?”
Matt smiled and sat down, legs stretched out.
“I just want to talk.”
Near was silent. After a few moments Matt breaks out.
“Why’d you do that?”
He gestured to Near’s hand that was now softly grasping a lock of ivory hair.
“I suppose it is comforting.” Near said calmly.
Matt then lifted his hand up and patted Near’s head lightly. His hair was soft, fluffy, and white. He could’ve sworn he was touching a lamb’s fur right now. He ran his hand through his hair, and his other hand grasped Near’s hand gently, pulling it away.
“Hey, do you know anything about Mello right now?”
Near shook his head, and leaned to his touch.
“He’s going to plan something tomorrow. Something big.”
“Like what?” Near murmured.
Matt grinned and leaned in closer and whispered to his ear.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
Near narrowed his eyes at the brunet, whose grin was still etched on his face. He pulled away and turned his back on him, opting to play with his finger puppets instead.
Matt’s grin turned into a frown as he saw the boy pulling away from him. He scooted closer until he was sitting behind the albino, who was now playing with his finger puppets. Noticing the absence of his figure, he frowned deeper.
“Why don’t I have a finger puppet?”
Near’s lips curved into a small smile. Of course, hidden from Matt.
“Because I don’t think you’ll look pretty along with the rest of them.”
“Pretty? I’m handsome! Even more than Mello. Everyone says so.”
“But you’re too special for that.”
Matt chuckled as he positioned himself beside Near.
“Anyways, thanks for everything. It means a lot to me.”
Near turned and stared at him, grey eyes widen in confusion.
“What makes you say that?”
Matt smiled sadly as he stood up and turned away. Stepping towards the door, he turned to see Near still staring at him incredulously.
“You’ll remember me, right?” he asked softly as he lit a cigarette and held it to his lips.
Near didn’t approve of Matt smoking, but the scent of it was the last thing he remembered from Matt before the older boy left the room.
***
Shore had passed out, hands on the counter and his head resting on them. And Matt still hasn’t come back. Mello looked at the clock, ticking. Every second passed he seemed to feel more and more anxious.
Matt… and Near. They were friends and he never noticed. He just realized how much Near meant to Matt if he was the first person Matt wanted to see before his suicide attempt. And now he was taking him away.
He felt guilty. He felt it was unfair. That he had to sacrifice his life, and brought down his fellow comrade along with him, while Near can just sit back and watch it all falls apart. He felt a pang of regret, hoping he was back to when he was that angry fourteen year old and to just shut up and accept Near’s offer to work together as L.
But he’s twenty now and it’s been years. Near probably would look down upon him. L would probably think he’s a coward.
So he grabbed a piece of paper and pen, and began writing his last words. Praying that Shore would get the clue and hand this note to whom it may concerns.
January 26th 2010
Mello could feel his stomach doing flips inside them. He was only three blocks away from the NHN building, waiting for Takada to arrive and Matt to create a distraction. His heart pounded loudly in his chest, and he’s not going to back out any longer. They went this far and there’s nothing else to lose.
So when he saw a puff of smoke coming out from the building’s parking lot he sped up and prayed to God he’d succeed.
Halle Lidner was scared. If something happens to Takada who knows what Kira might do to her. And the fact that she knew the perpetrator, and he was close to Near and Mello was not helping. If anything, when he’d get caught it’ll be traced back to those two. Right now she was assisting Takada back to the building.
“Don’t do it.” She turned around.
A man, in leather, with a scar visible on the left side of his face. He looked very determined.
“Take a look around. It’s not safer in here. Not even inside.”
Mello.
Mello.
Near’s going to be so pissed off about this.
“It’s best if you get away from here right now. Miss Takada, get on! Now!”
She could see where this is heading, and she decided to go along with his plans.
“It’s okay. You’ll be safe with him. Please, you have to go.”
Takada went to Mello’s side and hopped on the motorcycle.
I hope they’re not doing anything drastic, she thought.
She pulled out her cell phone and warned the rest of the guards.
“Team A and team B! Stay on that bike’s tail and don’t lose sight of them. And for the rest of you, I need you to find that assailant.”
***
Mello drove off, with Takada clutching his waist close, as if not wanting to fall off. The cars were on their sides, and he took a turn left to a small alley. They lost sight of them.
He fumbled with something before letting out a chain and chained her with him.
“Wh- what are you doing?” she shrieked.
He smirked. That should hold her for a while.
***
Matt could feel the tension building up inside him. And he blamed himself for feeling nervous. But he had to admit, the chase is thrilling. There’s no way they’re going to catch up with him.
He took a sharp turn and felt disappointed to see those black cars followed suit.
Damn it, how am I going to lose them? He thought to himself.
A dozen of cars parked before him and he knew he faced a dead end. He hit the brakes and the car did a nice turn before stopping. He mentally congratulated himself.
“Oh well. Time to let out my smoke gun again,” he said in a bored tone.
Men in black suits came out from those cars. All were holding a gun, facing him. threatening to shoot.
So this car got ahead of me. How many damn bodyguards does one woman need anyway? He thought irritably.
He stopped the car, breathing in the smoke slowly, before coming out.
“Hey, come on, give me a break!” he yelled out to them.
“Since when have Japanese been able to carry such big guns?”
They didn’t look amused. But he grinned lightly.
“You got me. I’m part of this whole kidnapping incident. That means you got a lot of questions to ask.”
From the corner of his eyes he could see some pulling the trigger.
Well, sayonara life. It was fun while it lasted.
“You won’t shoot-“
His sentence was cut short as bullets went by. Hitting his arm, chest, legs. He felt numb, as if he can’t move. Nor can he scream, although he wants to. Some missed and hit his red car instead, putting holes in them.
One hit his eye and all he thought before passing out was he should thank Mello for this excitement he hadn’t felt in years, if he does survive.
The cigar in his mouth fell, coating a stain of ash on his vest.
Mail Jeevas has fallen.
***
Near watched the incident on TV. After receiving confirmation from Lidner that this is Mello’s doing, he was horrified. For the first time he truly felt scared.
Right now they were showing a red Chevy car, being chased by three black sedans. Knowing Matt was inside the former, he hoped the brunet won’t do anything stupid.
A barricade. Matt was facing a barricade right now and he went out of the car?
Near gripped his Optimus Prime tightly. Knuckles beginning to whiten as he did so.
“Don’t come out you idiot, you’re supposed to stay inside.” He whispered furiously.
Gevanni and Rester sat in their chairs, all were holding their breaths. Waiting for any moves from Takada’s bodyguards or Matt.
“Hey, come on, give me a break. Since when have Japanese been able to carry such big guns?”
Matt. Always the optimist. Near shook his head in disagreement as he gripped the toy harder.
“You got me. I’m part of this whole kidnapping incident. That means you got a lot of questions to ask.”
Matt grinned wider before continuing. And Near felt his heart skipped a beat.
“You won’t shoot-“
Too late. Shots were coming out at him. And he fell, like the toy soldiers that Near ‘killed’ during his playtimes.
Gevanni let out a sigh and Rester held his breath once more. Near however, fell silent. His head bowed down, messy curls of his hair covering his face.
Matt, is this what you mean?
***
Shore let out a sigh. Mello did it. He took Takada away, and now all he has to do was sit and wait for any orders the blond has to give.
But a car chase took his attention. Matt. He turned the volume louder, wanting to concentrate on what’s happening, when his cellphone rang. He flipped it open, and was greeted by an angry voice.
“Shore!”
A. She must be watching the news right now. And she thought he was inside that car!
“Arc, sweetie, I’m fine.”
“Don’t tell me you’re fine, I know you’re fine, but what about Matt?!”
He gulped. She was freaking out. And now she was yelling at him like she never did before.
“He’s, he’s going to be fine.”
“Shit. Shore, if Mello’s going to make you do something that’s almost close to suicide, I’m going to kill you.”
“A, you don’t have to-“
A gunshot. Matt was dead. He could hear her holding her breath before spilling out in anger.
“I’d fucking kill that blond.”
He smiled in agony. At least something would go on just the way it was.
***
After threatening Takada to take off her clothes, Mello changed into a disguise too.
Not wanting to be recognized by L, or any of the Japanese police, he was dressed as a delivery man. A cap worn above his head, and his blond hair covering half of his face.
He put the box full of clothes away and stepped back to his truck. Glancing at the backseat Takada was still crying. Sheesh, woman.
He turned on the portable TV to find they were showing a caption of a bullet-ridden car and a bloody corpse of a man wearing striped shirt.
He felt his heart broke. He killed Matt. He wasn’t supposed to die; it was supposed to be him!
Matt, I’m sorry. I never wanted you to get killed, he thought bitterly.
And now that he thought of it, there were more things he felt sorry about.
He was sorry he killed Matt.
He was sorry he hurt Roger.
He was sorry he refused Near’s friendly attempts to make peace with him.
He was sorry he killed his mafia members.
He was sorry he didn’t have a chance to kill Kira.
He was sorry he let L down.
And now he felt remorse for all his sins, and he felt bad. He was a sinner, and he begged to God that He’d forgive him.
He pulled the rosary close to him and prayed silently.
And Mihael Keehl watched twenty years of his life passed him by, as he felt his heart stopped beating.
Aftermath – January 26th 2011.
Shore wasn’t a religious person, but he thanked God that A still accepted him with open arms. Although there was nothing wrong really, but he thought she was far too traumatized with Mello’s actions, that she was afraid he’s going to be taken away from her again.
Mello. Mihael Keehl. Hearing his real name from Near made him feel sad at times. The boy who had bravely stood up for him from those bullies when he was seven was gone.
And he left him his trust, and he’s not going to fail him. He never did.
On January 28th he found a note, written to Near by Mello, presumably a day before the abduction. And he knew Mello wanted him to give it to Near, so he did. The look on the new L’s face was fresh on his mind. Surprise and sorrow was etched on his usually blank face.
Perhaps knowing Mello expressed an apology made the young genius to be so out of character, but the angry blond was the same.
But Samuel shook his head off the thoughts as his beautiful fiancée enters the room, holding two cups of hot chocolate.
***
Near visited the cemetery often these days. It was the only thing he could do to show gratitude to his former rival and his friend.
Kira was dead. Light Yagami has been killed, by his own shinigami who wrote his name in the notebook a year ago. And the world began to turn to normal once more.
Near was now taking over as L. And he still felt like he didn’t deserve it. He always see that it was supposed to be him and Mello. But now it’s only half of it, and it’s all he had.
Back then he was certain he could make Mello give up his attempts in rivaling him and just accept him with open arms. Now he felt foolish for thinking of it.
Mello died, and his plans were a blow to Kira’s plans. And Near knew that Mello knew, he had worked with him after all.
Matt never deserved death. But he liked the thrill of being killed. He likes danger, and he faced danger and faced the consequences.
Near knows he wasn’t as brave as Matt, or strong willed as Mello, but he’d never admit it to anyone.
Instead he’d just sit in silence in front of their graves, contemplating his thoughts in peace.
He wonders what it’s like to be six feet under.Labels: fandom: death note, matt, matt/near, mello, mello/near, near, oc
The Storm has Passed
Written on: Friday, December 11, 2009
Time: 7:55 AM
Yeah, I'm gonna post a list to my playlist during the whole semester thing. It really helps. A mix of pop punk, along with grunge - a bit angsty but I don't give a damn - and some light crunk really lifts your mood up. And guess what, listening to rock increases your enthusiasm, or something like that. And pop punk... it's just because. Crunk? Who doesn't want to dance their ass off sometimes? *grins*
Below each songs are parts of the lyrics, which I feel the need to include. Just showing that somehow I managed to memorize all of them during the process.
1. Five Minutes to Midnight - Boys Like Girls
'And when the clock strucks twelve will you find another boy to go and kiss and tell?'
2. August is Over - We the Kings
'Breathe in deep and say goodbye, the saddest song I'll ever write.'
'August is over, we're not the reason.'
3. The Good Life - Three Days Grace
'All I want is a little of the good life'
4. My Number One - Hayley Williams
'I wish I could tell you what I feel, and show what's inside of me is real'
5. Japanese Girl - Metro Station
'Don't say you love me 'cause you sound so vain.'
6. Poppin' Champagne - All Time Low
'You've got me poppin' champagne'
'Lately I've been wishing the television set would show me more than just a picture of the things I've gone to detest'
7. Action - Death Note III OST
(No lyrics. It's instrumental only.)
8. I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace
'Every time we lie awake, after every hit we take, every feeling that I get, but I haven't missed you yet.'
9. Starstrukk (Remix) - 3OH!3 feat. Katy Perry
'You know that talk is shit; just don't work on me,'
10. All I Wanted - Paramore
'And maybe then we'd remember to slow down on all of our favorite parts.'
11. Check Yes Juliet - We the Kings
'Check yes Juliet, kill the limbo, I'll keep tossing rocks at your window.'
12. Let it Die - Three Days Grace
'We had fire in our eyes; in the beginning I never felt so alive...'
13. Heartbeat - Stereo Skyline
'So baby keep my heart beat, b-beat, beat, beating.'
'For every grain of sand that you drew me pictures in, there was one for every time did my, my heart dropped again.'
14. Break - Three Days Grace
'Tonight, I stopped the fire. Tonight I break away.'
15. Untouched - The Veronicas
'And you and I are meant to be so even if the world falls down today you've still got me to hold you up up and I will never let you down.'
16. Starstrukk - 3OH!3
'L-O-V-E is just another word I'll never learn to pronounce'
17. Stop This Song (Lovesick Melody) - Paramore
'You say the sweetest things that I can't keep my heart from singing...'
18. Where the Lines Overlap - Paramore
'Call me over, and tell me how you got this far while never making a single sound.'
19. Lost in You - Three Days Grace
'You always though that I let myself open, but you didn't know I was already broken.'
20. Shake and Shout - Stereo Skyline
'I'll watch you dance around to New Found Glory on the frontseat of my car.'
21. Near No Theme - Death Note III OST
(No lyrics. It's instrumental only.)
22. My Paper Heart - All American Rejects
'Please just don't play with me, my paper heart will bleed. This wait for destiny won't do, be with me please I beseech you.'
23. Never Too Late - Three Days Grace
'This world will never be what I expected, and if I don't belong...'
24. Wake Up - Three Days Grace
'I must be running out of luck, 'cause you're not drunk enough to fuck.'
25. Six Feet Under the Stars - All Time Low
'Time to lay claim to the evidence, fingerprints sold me out. But our footprints washed away from the docks downtown, it's been getting late for days and I think myself deserving of a little time off.'
'Meet me on Thames street, I'll take you out though I'm hardly worth your time.'
'In the cold, you look so fierce but I'm warming up, because the tension's like a fire.'
'We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes and like a bad movie I'll drop a line; fall in the grave I've been digging myself'
'But there's room for two; six feet under the stars'
'If not for you I know I'd tear this place to the ground.'
'Overdressed and underaged. Do you really need to see an ID? This is embarrassing as hell! But I can cover for it so well, when we're six feet under the stars.'
...Yes. I'm in love with 'Six Feet Under the Stars'. But I can't help it, the song's just too damn pretty! Reminds me of New York *points at Thames street and South Broadway parts* and that game, The Godfather: Blackhand Edition. And Aldo Trapani. Everytime it's played I was reminded of the streets of Midtown, the car chase, those Barzini and Cuneo bitches - scratch that, Tattaglia and Stracci are a pain in the ass too - and those heartwarming moments of victory after bombing compounds.
But it also gives me a warm feeling, of being told 'everything's fine and dandy'. Like no matter what you do it doesn't really matter, as long as you had a good reason to do it.
'Wake Up', and 'I Hate Everything About You' simply reminds me of certain things. The latter also reminds me of me and my sis. Seriously, I could hate her for life and yet I couldn't. The former, however, reminds me of something else.
'Never Too Late'. That song is very, heartfelt. Sometimes it bores me to death, sometimes it fascinates me to no end.
'My Paper Heart', 'Lost in You', 'Heartbeat', 'My Number One' and actually 'On Top of the World' reminds me of my current OTP; a free spirited gogglehead and a stoic, adorable albino. Or they could make great songfics. I could feel it somehow, a nice fluff or maybe a friendship fic. Nah, dunno. *shrugs*
'Japanese Girl', 'Shake and Shout', 'Check Yes Juliet' and 'Five Minutes to Midnight' are just fillers. Y'know, something to listen to without having concerns about the meaning. And it's very light, so I love it.
'Where the Lines Overlap' is my 'HAPPY AS A SUNSHINE AND RAINBOW PUPPIES' theme.
'August is Over' is.. Yeah. Summer. And it's WINTER now. I hate it.
'Untouched' is the most serious song in the playlist. I mean, the lyrics, the music, it fits perfectly. You can feel the passion, the frustration, the angst, the (false) hope, the light innocence, inside them. It's beautiful, and there's a lot of things to be told from it. Telling someone to stay has never been this angsty.
'Let it Die' and 'All I Wanted' was just a filler. Instead of light hearted ones, I chose something a bit more, deep.
'Break' is a great song. Three Day Grace's first single from their new album, Life Starts Now. It's still dark, but with a lighter tone. A bit rebellious instead a vent of anger towards humanity.
'The Good Life' is a piece of badass-ness. Yeah, I could totally imagine hanging out and being all high and mighty. Now I know why Mello likes it.
'Starstrukk' and its remix version are something you could dance to. Maybe not as hard as when you listen to the remixed version of 'Football Season is Over' by Bring Me the Horizon, but it should get your head bopping.
'Near No Theme' is that song that plays every time Near's in action. In the DN anime of course. I could just imagine him being all smart and make remarks to Light imagaY.
'Action'. There's a lot of things to be said about this song, and a lot of them are related to a certain third ranked Wammy boy. Yes, this was the song playing through his epic death scene. A nice, electro beat. Kinda like the ones in Tap Tap Revenge, only better. His death is very heartbreaking. He fell down, after being caught in a blaze of gunfires, and die; his last cigarette burned on his pale lips.His body was ridden with bullets, and I don't know if his goggles cracked or not, but I think it none was aimed to his face. It reminds me of Sonny Corleone's death, when he was shot to death on a tollway, while he was in a rage after hearing his sister, Connie, got beaten up by her son of a bitch husband. I love that scene too. A slight twist in 'The Godfather' that changes everything.
So yeah. That's the end of it. I wish you all good luck on the results. And if my heart actually dropped, I'd listen to BMTH and wear black clothing. Nahh, just kidding!Labels: matt, matt/near, mello, near, playlist
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Lullabies
Written on: Saturday, March 6, 2010
Time: 4:51 AM
Title: Lullabies
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: MattNear
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship
Rating: G
Summary: That night, instead of the usual emptiness he felt, he feels safe.
AN: Inspired by “Lullabies” by All Time Low.
“Sing me to sleep, I’ll see you in my dreams”
His dreams were nightmares. Never ending nightmares.
He dreamed of running, with his own unknown fear chasing him from behind. Dark, hollow halls followed his steps in the running. A door opened at the end, but whenever he reached it, it vanished and he’s in the dark, dark room of nothingness.
And he’d wake up to see no signs of a chocoholic blond, who used to be ready and awake when he’s woken up. The empty bed across the room was a painful reminder of that fact.
But tonight, he woke up to see a small white figure curling himself on top of the bed. On his bed.
Grey eyes popped underneath messy mops of white hair, starring at him owlishly.
“You’re awake.”
He kept silent, because Near didn’t need anything to confirm the truth of his statement. Sometimes he thinks Near was never wrong on anything. He rolled on his back, wrapping the sheets tighter around himself.
The last thing he needs was his body to be as cold as his heart.
“Go away, Near.” He muttered, closing his eyes.
“You had a nightmare.”
“And it’s none of your fucking business, isn’t it?”
He felt a bit bad for being so harsh, but it’s nothing compared to Mello’s threat to the younger boy.
“Why do you even care anyway?”
“Because you’re my friend.”
He laughed humorlessly and turned sideways to face Near.
“We’re never friends.” He said coolly. Near shrugged indifferently, slowly sitting up.
Friends. A stupid word that no longer held any meaning to him.
He ignored Near and closed his eyes. He even pretended he didn’t care when he felt the boy slipping under the covers with him, curling himself against his warmth.
Despite it all, he cried as he held the boy in his arms, feeling those arms tighten around his neck, gripping like it’s the only thing that could save them.
That night, instead of the usual emptiness he felt, he feels safe. For once he can hold onto something to keep him from drowning.
He let the soothing sound of Near’s breathing lulled him into a nice, dreamless sleep.Labels: fandom: death note, matt/near, mello
Sandcastles
Time: 4:28 AM
Title: Sandcastles
Fandom: Death Note AU
Pairings: None. But there's slight hint of MattNear..
A/N: Just a nice fluffy fic :3
Sandcastles
“Nate!” a young blond yelled at a small boy dressed in a white buttoned up shirt and pale blue swimming trunks. “Don’t run off anywhere you bloody idiot!”
The said boy only smirked and edged further towards the shore. The blond’s eyes widen as he quickly ran before the boy did anything stupid.
“Nate! If you get casted away I’m gonna kill you!”
The blond increased his speed as he charged towards the boy. Nate scooted away just in time for the blond to hit the waves that were coming, thus being flushed. He giggled as his brother struggled to reach the shore, repeatedly being hit by waves.
“Mihael, you should watch where you’re going next time.” Nate said nonchalantly, sitting on the nearest rock and pulling his knee up to his chest.
The blond, Mihael, glared furiously at the smaller boy. His pale blond hair was damp, and he shivered lightly from the cold. He stepped towards the rock, a deadly look in his ice blue eyes.
Their foster parent, Aiber and Wedy took them out to the beach on Sunday morning, as they thought it would be best if the boys get some fresh air, and to spend some family quality time together. But what’s a family gathering without fights?
Nate smiled and lifted his hand to his chest, offering peace. Mihael didn’t buy it, and instead inched closer, fists balled ready to throw a punch. The victim did not look intimidated, instead smirking lightly as he turned away and dipped his small feet in the seawater.
Mihael lifted his hands up in frustration, and was about to throw a punch at the ivory haired boy before he was tackled by a redhead and rolled down the sand.
“What the,” He breathed out as he smacked the assailant’s head. “Fuck are you doing?!” he screeched as he and the boy went tumbling down.
The boy yelped and shoved Mihael’s hand away from his face.
“Stopping you from hitting Nate!” he yelled out in pants.
They both hit the ground with a loud thump, sending dusts flying everywhere. The boy tried to sit up, but was pinned to the ground by an angry Mihael.
“Mail,” he whispered dangerously to the redhead’s ear. “What I’m about to do to Nate is none of your business. You remember that, don’t you?”
Mail gulped and nodded, his heart pounded heavily in his chest.
“So be a good dog and stay the hell away from the enemy.”
“He’s not the enemy, he’s your brother!” Mail said, deadpanned.
Mello narrowed his eyes in response.
“I despise him.” he spat out.
He caught a glimpse of white in the distance and quickly ran towards it. Mail, sensing troubles ahead, went along, not wanting his foster brothers to fight. He heard a small, girlish scream from the other side of the sandy hills and ran.
What he saw was something that terrifies him. Mihael, with his eyes closed, was breathing heavily, as he was being pulled by Nate. Of course being small had its disadvantages, some of them are these. Nate barely lifted the blond, and he was pulling so hard he thought his veins were going to burst.
Mail rushed to his side; pulling Mihael’s other hand forward.
“What happened?” he asked to the smaller boy. Mihael let out a girlish squeak as he winced in pain.
“Mihael fell down the hill and sprained his ankles.” The boy said through gritted teeth.
They finally got a hold of the blond and supported him on each side. They carefully stepped down, limping lightly on Nate’s side because Mihael was weighing on him.
When Aiber and Wedy saw them, they both screamed in horror.
“Mail, Nate, what’s wrong with Mihael?” Wedy rushed as she laid the preteen on one of the blankets.
“Uh, he sprained his ankle from falling down the hill.” Mail explained while scratching his head in awkwardness.
“He what?” Aiber yelled as he lifted Nate’s arms up, checking for any injuries.
“Mihael, you should be more careful next time. Do you want us to check on you all the time?” Wedy scolded as she rubbed his ankles lightly.
“No! Ouch!” Mihael winced in pain once more as he struggled away from his mother’s touch.
Nate watched this all in amusement. After receiving a kiss on the forehead from Aiber he sat down beside Mail, snuggling into the older boy for comfort. Mail patted his head as he pulled the ivory haired boy to his lap.
“Mihael, you are grounded young man. No chocolates for a week after your recovery.” Wedy said sternly, laying back to continue sunbathing.
“No chocolates?! Mooom!” Mihael whined.
Mail giggled and hugged the small boy in front of him. He rummaged through his pants pocket for his Gameboy and turned it on, letting Nate play with it as he guided the small hands.
Mihael scowled, and said bitterly addressing Nate.
“You really like this, don’t you?”
Nate smirked and nodded, before turning his attention back to the game. Mail smiled and glanced at Mihael, then back to the small boy.
“That’s what you get Mickey.”Labels: fandom: death note, matt, mello, near
Intro
Time: 4:22 AM
Title: Intro
Fandom: Death Note
Pairings: None. Unless you think Shore and A are just too cute for each other.
Intro
The old mansion in south of Winchester looked very beautiful in summer. No one really knows what it is for sure, all they know it’s an orphanage. They don’t even know the name, but they know the owner is Quillish Wammy.
A black sedan parked directly in front of the main gate. Then an unlikely pair came to view; an old man with a young boy. The man is Quillish Wammy, and he brought along a new addition to the orphanage. The boy had messy dark brown hair, covering half of his face, running along until his shoulder. He wore a navy blue sweatshirt, and a pair of dark blue denims, completed with a pair of grey Chuck Taylors. His bright green eyes widen at the sight of the old mansion.
“Is this where I live now?” he asked childishly, looking up to meet Mr. Wammy’s brown eyes.
Chuckling lightly at the boy’s enthusiasm, he nodded. And they walked in together.
“Here is the common room. Oh, and Sam,” Sam turned his head lightly to look at Mr. Wammy.
“You mustn’t refer yourself by your true name. In here we use aliases, because you all are raised to be L’s successor. Now you must refer yourself by ‘Shore’. And at the end of the month, we will have a test to rank the successors. Please do well on those tests.” Mr. Wammy explained.
Sam, now Shore, nodded eagerly. Holding his thumb, he smiled widely. “Okay sir!”
“Good. Now you may go in and make some friends. There are some children in the common room. Do you want my help to get you settled in?”
“Nope. I’ll be fine sir.”
“Then I’ll leave you be.”
And with that Quillish Wammy walked away, still amused by Shore. That boy could make anyone’s frown turn upside down, he thought silently.
Shore knocked lightly on the door, only to feel ridiculous the next moment. But the door swung open, revealing a feminine blond boy, perhaps older than him, wearing nothing but black. He blinked once, unsure what to do, before sticking out his hand and said “Hi there.”
The blond boy smirked at him. His blue eyes shone, glinting mischievously. The person opened the door wider, motioning him to come in.
There were about three people in the room, with him and the person it makes five. One was a boy, clad in white, the complete opposite of the blond, who was now sitting beside a brunet wearing a striped shirt and shorts. The other was a girl with red hair put up into a ponytail, wearing a baggy light blue t-shirt and a pair of pants that reached her ankles.
“Look, we got a new kid here. Hey, what’s your name?” the goggleboy asked. His blond friend scowled before taking a bite from his chocolate bar. “I heard the old man said ‘Shore’. What a weird name.” The white boy shook his head in disapproval as he continued finishing his puzzle.
Shore still stood, unsure what to do. But hearing the blond boy making fun of his name makes him twitch.
The redhead then quipped “It’s not like ‘Mello’ a normal name either, my great fellow, Yellow Mello.” The girl smirked victoriously at the blond, Mello, before turning her attention to him.
“Hey there. I’m Arc, but you can call me A. Nice to meet you.”
Shore grinned, then strode over to where she is. Sticking his hand out for her to shake, he smiled confidently.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Sa-Shore! Yeah, Shore. You can send me a love letter later.” He blurted out, still smiling brightly at the redhead. Everyone in the room stared at him like he was mad. The white haired boy though, looked very amused.
The girl blinked her hazel eyes, before narrowing them and pointed an accusing finger at him.
“What makes you think I’m interested in you?” she said coldly.
Shore’s smile narrowed into a smirk. “’Cause all the girls can’t resist me. Rawr!” he added playfully as he stepped closer to her.
Mello and the brunet laughed loudly, clutching their chest and stomach as if they’re going to die. But the ivory haired boy walked up slowly to Arc, before crouching on the floor near her feet.
The girl casted a glance to the boy, before glaring at him again.
“Say it again, and I’ll kill you.”
“Or maybe Near will kill him, for stealing his girlfriend.” The blond taunted, smiling evilly at the two.
The redhead shrieked and slammed the nearest book she can get her hands on to Mello. This leaves the goggleboy and the silent white haired boy to look at him in curiosity.
“I haven’t introduced myself properly, have I? Well I’m Matt. And that’s Near.” the brunet said, while pointing at the small boy, Near. “And those two fighting are Mello, and as you just know, Arc.” He smiled, pointing at the two whose fight was beginning to turn ugly. “Don’t mind them, they like to do this often.” He added.
“Yes, because Mello always insist that we are infatuated with each other.” Near said in a deadpanned voice. Matt chuckled before sitting down next to Near, pulling out a Gameboy from his pocket.
Shore felt awkward for standing there all by himself. Mello and Arc are still fighting, now pulling each other’s hair while calling names; Matt is playing his Gameboy, with his arms around Near who was watching him in morbid curiosity.
At last Arc slammed Mello down the carpeted floor, declaring victory. Then she stepped over to Shore, leaving Mello who was sulking heavily, still oblivious to Matt and Near.
“Want me to give you a tour around the house?”
He nodded, and she reached out her hand to hold his. As they walked together through the halls, fingers intertwining, he couldn’t help but feel happy because things went fine. Maybe they could be friends after all.Labels: a, fandom: death note, matt, mello, near, shore
High School Blues [Part I]
Time: 4:17 AM
Tch. Yeah. New story at last. Well, I've written a lot actually but I never posted it here.
Title: High School Blues [Part 1]
Fandom: Death Note AU
Pairing: Shore/A, Matt/Near, slight A/Near mentioned.
Summary: Embarrassing. One word to describe what happened last night at Matt’s house.
AN: This story, was inspired by my mom's experience during her post high school graduation party at a friend's house. Of course with some edits here and there.
They all gathered at Matt’s house to have a post-graduation party. And it was supposed to start at seven, but it’s eight forty five already and the party still hasn’t start.
Ava was getting impatient. She was supposed to be home at ten. Hell, she’s not even supposed to go out, thanks to her older sister who just had to elope randomly. Now with the messed up schedule it’s very possible she’s going to be very, very late.
Sighing softly, she approached the host who busied himself with playing Wii.
“Yeah! Take that you oversized creep!”
“Matt, what’s taking it so long?”
The redhead barely looked up to see her.
“Well, Mels still hasn’t come back, and I think Nate’s running late.”
He paused the game to look at her. Though she could barely look at him in the eyes with the goggles on his face.
“Doesn’t it bother you that your boyfriend’s late?”
“We broke up two weeks ago.” She said icily. She still had a hard time getting through the post-breakup period.
Matt blinked. Once. Twice.
“Oh.”
Oh indeed, she repeated in her mind.
At that moment, a shouting match could be heard outside.
“No, we gotta have a dozens of beer.”
“For a party for ten.”
“So? More for us.”
“Miha-“
“Can I make a move on him then?” Matt asked suddenly. She turned to look at him, who now pushed his goggles on top of his head instead.
“Uh, I don’t know if he swings that way…” she trailed off, unsure what to say on the sudden question for approval.
Matt only grinned, hopped up and moved towards the front door to open it.
And as predicted, Mihael and Nate were fighting, bags of groceries in their hands, ready to be used as a weapon.
“Hey hey! What took you so long?” Matt asked, motioning to Sam to turn on the music.
“This kid bothers me. Period. It’s a good thing we’re going to different college later.” Mihael grumbled.
Matt laughed and turned to wink at Ava’s direction as he patted Mihael on the back – who went to the kitchen to get more chocolate – and smiled widely at Nate.
Nate was red in the face, angry. He shoved the bags to Matt as he stepped inside.
“He’s not the only one profiting from it.” Nate muttered.
“Nah, he’ll miss ya eventually. Hey Natey, I got something to ask…”
Ava was no longer able to hear the rest of the conversation, because at that moment loud techno music blared from the speakers. She did notice the way Matt leaned back and forward like an eager child and that mild interest in Nate’s grey eyes as they spoke to each other.
What she didn’t notice was Mihael and Sam, talking in hushed tones from across the room and throwing glances at her; as if they were up to something.Labels: fandom: death note, matt/near, mello, shore/a
Twenty
Written on: Sunday, December 13, 2009
Time: 4:51 AM
Title: Twenty
Summary: Twenty years of Mello's life. And he began to realize there was more to his life than just him getting what he wants.
AN: Happy birthday Mello! And for the first time, my very own MattNear story! Okay, it's only friendship, but heh, at least they interact. And slight MelloNear if you prefer. Introducing OCs Shore and Arc.
December 1st 2009
The blond teenager sighed heavily. His new apartment in Tokyo was nothing but decent. The lights were dim, the wallpapers were peeling, the carpets were soggy, and the ceiling has holes in it. It was nothing compared to the mafia headquarters that he blew up months ago, but it’s the only thing he has.
Right now he was waiting for Matt to come, bringing his belongings along. And that son of a bitch took a long time too. Five hours has passed, and he still didn’t show up. The last thing he heard from him was the plane got delayed. And he was worried if somehow Matt’s been captured, or worse, killed.
So he took out his cell phone and began dialing a number he remembered. The number to a person that got him in the mafia. His old comrade, Shore.
Shore was raised in Whammy’s House, just like him. But he was younger. When he was young the boy looked up to him, as he was one of the most respectable children in the orphanage. He remembered sticking up to the kid when he was bullied, so it was natural that Shore felt grateful.
He wasn’t in the top three, but his charm was useful at times. He recommended him to Ross, telling him if he could gain respect from the older man he’d be a nice pawn to use.
And he was asking for favor again to the younger boy. Perhaps he could help him with this one. Getting help these days were difficult.
“Hello? Who is this?” an accented voice called out.
“Shore. It’s me, M.”
“Mello? How the fuck did you survived from that explosion?”
“Long story. Listen, could you help me out? I’m in Japan.”
“Sure thing. Anything for you Mells.”
He hung up the phone. That kid still respects him. And one day he was going to pay his respects, just like now.
***
On the other side of the line, Shore was nervous. Mello had called him and probably it was something related to the Kira case. In other words, he’s going to sign his death wish.
“Shore? Who called?”
Arc, or A, as she preferred to be called with, was his friend during the Whammy years. She stayed with him through ups and downs, and it was no surprise to everyone else that they became lovers. Only sometimes she gets pissed off and made him sleep on the couch.
“’S nothing. Go back to sleep, I kept you awake last night.”
Unfortunately, she was being stubborn about it again. Coming out from the room, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, she strode across the room and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“C’mon. Who called?”
“Mello.” He answered simply.
Her hazel eyes widen in disbelief as she released her grip on his neck. She let it slid down her sides as her gaze shifted down.
“I thought he was dead.” She murmured.
He shook his head and carefully placed a hand on her shoulder. She had a hatred to the blond, since he liked bossing her boyfriend around. And she strongly disliked it when anyone forced him to do something he didn’t want.
“I thought we could live a happy life, like any normal family would. I thought we’d get married and have kids. I thought we could be together.” She hissed the last word as she slapped his hand away.
“A, it doesn’t change anything. We could still be happy, we could-“
“But it does! He’s going to take you away from me, he’s going to be the reason to your death. Oh Sam. Since when’d you become this blind?”
Shore flinched at the use of his name. But said nothing. Instead he fiddles with his thumb in his lap.
“He needs me. He needs us. He wants us to help him catch Kira, and bring him to justice,”
“But he can accomplish that by working with Near! It’s his stupid pride that gets in the way.”
A sighed and leaned to her seat, shifting to bury her head in it. He heard muffled sobs, and felt guilty. He leaned closer and stroked her flaming red hair with his hand.
“I won’t join in his plans directly. I won’t take any chances of getting killed.”
He heard a small voice said “Promise?” and he chuckled as he pulled the girl closer to him.
December 7th 2009
Mello tapped furiously on the table. Boredom was eating him alive. He sent Matt out to keep a close eye on Misa Amane again. And Shore still hasn’t arrived yet. He didn’t get any info on Kira, but he might if he called Lidner…
The chance is she won’t tell him anything. And they were miles, and miles apart, so threatening to shoot her was crossed out. But maybe, with a little small talk, and a bit of flattery might help him.
He smirked as he flipped his cell open and dialed her number.
“Lidner speaking.”
He smiled. Time to put his plan in action.
“Halle. How are you?”
***
Unbeknownst to him, Near was in the room. Halle had offered to stay in the HQ to keep an eye on the albino, since Rester was out. A buzz from her phone woke her up from her daydream, and now Near was looking at her with wide eyes.
“Agent Lidner, please answer your phone.”
She did what she was told and pressed the small green button.
“Lidner speaking.”
“Halle. How are you?” a smooth voice called out.
She mouthed Mello to Near and he nodded. Standing up, he grabbed one of the headsets and placed it around his head.
So he’s going to listen to our conversation, Halle thought.
“Mello. I didn’t expect you to call.”
A chuckle. “I missed you. Can I expect a warmer greeting?”
He missed me? Halle shook her head and focused.
“Well, let’s just cut to the point. What do you want?”
“We both know what I want.”
Information, she answered silently. She looked at Near square in the eye, asking for permission to reveal what she knows. He turned away and twirled a lock of ivory hair. She took this as an affirmative.
“We’re heading to Japan. Near suspects Kira is there.”
“How? With Kiyomi Takada chosen as Kira’s spokesperson?”
“Yes. And the majority of the criminals killed are in Japan.”
“I see.”
He said nothing more. Near nodded in understanding. His lips curved to form a small smile. Halle could see the gears in his head turning.
Suddenly he said, “Ask him how he is doing.”
She nodded and followed the order.
“And how is your investigation doing?”
She heard silence from the other line. As if Mello needs time to think.
“It’s fine.” He said with a cold tone
“And yourself?”
“I’m fine. Goddamn it, woman, can you mind your own business?”
Near’s eyes lit up in humor as he mouthed to her to end the call.
“Well I must be going. Near’s keeping us work overtime.”
“Sure. Bye.”
And he hung up without any hesitance.
Near stood up and sat down once more on the floor. She watched him as he placed his Lego toys in order.
“It seems that my rival is receiving a dead end. And I presume he is in Japan.”
She could only nod in response.
December 13th 2009
Snow was falling outside on the Tokyo streets. Mello shift uncomfortably in his seat as he pulled a knee to his chest. Matt sat across him, in his hand a lit cigarette. He held it to his lips occasionally.
Twenty. He’s twenty now and he felt like nothing changed.
Maybe he looked older. With some frowns creasing and he didn’t want that. Maybe he’s smarter now, wiser. Though he doubt he’ll be able to outsmart Near, seeing the kid was a natural born genius.
He was bored again, keeping track on the screen was a strain to his eyes. And the lighting in the room was not helping either. How could Matt stand hours in front of that plasma screen was a mystery to him. But then again, he didn’t know much about the third rank Whammy child.
“Hey Mello, why don’t you train Shore? He’s gonna need survival skills if he wants to stay alive like you.”
He gazed at the younger boy lazily. But he was right, Shore can’t even fight when he’s pressured, how was he supposed to stay alive protecting Mello?
So he went out and trained the dark haired boy. Hard.
***
Night has fallen and Mello came home exhausted. The kid was a hell to train. Sometimes he felt like he can’t restrain himself from hitting the younger boy. But it was hard, him being a pussy about it.
He grumbled as he made his way to the kitchen to find some chocolate. The first thing he saw was Matt, eating his chocolate. Rage was building up inside him and he stomped his way to the brunet.
Matt laughed and took a step back, aware of Mello’s anger towards him. But hey, he was the birthday boy, and he needs to chill off sometimes.
“C’mon Mells. It’s nothing, really. Don’t get mad at me.”
The blond keeps throwing him dirty looks.
“Besides, you’re twenty now! Not ten. Grow up.”
A look in Mello’s eyes told him he should run now. If he values his life.
“Don’t tell me what to do, you fucking bastard.”
This time, Matt did run for his life.
***
After giving Matt a nice beating, he sat comfortably in his couch. Matt had an ice of bag on his head, after being pounced by Mello. He sat across the blond; his feet perched on the coffee table.
The doorbell rang and he glared at Matt, gesturing him to open the door. Matt shuffled his feet lazily as he searched his pocket for his Nintendo DS.
“Oi Mello, looks like you got gifts.”
Mello lifted an eyebrow and walked over to where Matt was. In his hands, besides his DS, were two nicely wrapped gifts. And a small letter which on front was written, with neat, curvy handwriting, ‘to M’. He opened the envelope, and read a piece of paper, written with the same handwriting.
‘Mello. Happy 20th birthday. N.’
He blinked. It doesn’t take him two seconds to figure out it was Near. And the fact that he still remembered his birthday is touching.
“Mello? Are you going to open it or not?”
He nodded and took the boxes from Matt’s hands.
Later he slept with a new rosary hanging on his neck, and holding a puzzle piece with an ‘N’ written on it.
December 19th 2009
After the move Near felt there was a need to tighten the security of the HQ. So a new system was used, courtesy of Rester’s ‘connections’. Simply one of the best in the world. It was foolproof, designed so no one could get in without permission.
So it amazed him when Matt entered, walking confidently to the work room. How the brunet could hack the system was out of his mind.
Another bigger question: how did Matt know where he is?
“Hey Near.” The older boy said, smiling as he stood in front of him.
He refused to look up, no matter how much he wants to. There was something he was looking for, and Near’s not going to give it to him.
A sound of rubber slapping against skin made him realize Matt was pulling his goggles off. A rarity to him. He never let anyone see his sky blue eyes, not even Mello. He once told Near that he was the first to know the color of his eyes, six years ago, back when they were at Whammy’s.
Matt was one of the kids who tried to befriend him. Tried, as the keyword. But Near began to feel an attachment to the brunet. And so he felt hurt when Matt stopped visiting his room in the afternoon. He missed his loud chatters, the sound of his Gameboy beeping. He used to come and talk to him about everything, and he’d listen as he finished his puzzle.
Matt helped him the first time he tried the L puzzle.
It was hard. And the rain pounded on the glass windows so hard he could barely concentrate. It was one of the afternoons when Matt decided to hang with him. Thunder struck, and he froze.
Matt noticed the absence of the clacking pieces of the puzzle. And crawled closer to him and helped him finish it. It took them a few tries, but in the end it was finished.
Now the L puzzle was long forgotten in the corner of his room and so was their friendship.
“Near. Look at me.”
He reluctantly lifted his gaze to meet his. Blue meets gray. Matt smiled an honest smile.
“Good. Now I’m not here just for chit chat. I want to talk to you about Mello.”
Near’s gaze grew cold. “What about him?”
“Can you help him out, or anything? I’m worried about him. He goes on a rant about something, then calms down and passed out. I think he’s pretty stressed about this thing.”
Near watched the older boy closely. Observing his eyes, and the emotions pooling up inside. Then he turned away.
“There’s nothing I can do Matt.”
This obviously struck a chord to the older boy. His cornflower eyes changed to ice blue. He narrowed his gaze and stared at the albino intensely.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean, even if there was something I could do, he wouldn’t accept it. It’ll hurt his pride to accept help from me.”
Matt snorted, and crouched so he’s on the same level as the boy is.
“That’s bullshit. He accepted your gifts. He still wears that damn rosary you gave. Sometimes he held that puzzle piece in comfort.”
He paused, as if to find words to say.
“The Near I knew wouldn’t be so pessimistic about it.”
Near startled. Who the hell did he think he is?
“Matt. You don’t know me.”
“I know you. I know the real you. The one’s hidden under that emotionless face.”
To be told, Matt thinks Near is beautiful. He’s far too perfect to be human. Soft, weak, like a porcelain doll. So it surprised him when he hears the young boy laughs, or cried. Showing that he was human after all. But he always treated the younger boy like he was fragile, every little things he said or does, he did it carefully. As he didn’t want to hurt him. But he didn’t know, under that mask Near was already broken as it is. He’s broken when Matt avoids him. It’s a shame Matt doesn’t see it that way.
And Matt didn’t even know why he did it. Perhaps as a result of spending time with the young boy he began to feel attached. And he never feels attached to anything, not even his games. Or perhaps it was him, feeling he was too outgoing for his own good. Afraid to hurt him through his words, or gestures.
Although it stung when the younger boy said he didn’t know him. Because he knows and Near’s the one that locked himself away under that façade.
He took a deep breath and placed both hands on the boy’s shoulder.
“Near. Look at me. Do you consider me as your friend?”
Near was caught off guard with that question. It’s like everything’s falling apart and coming to this. And he failed to predict this coming. He wanted to say yes so bad, but the word never left his lips. It lingered like the scent of summer in the air when the first leaves of autumn fell.
“…No.”
Matt stood away, eyes showing hurt in them. He truly felt hurt by his response. And he was beginning to understand why Mello hates him so much.
“You, you’re a coward. You lied.”
Near stared at the cold glossy floor, that reflected his reflection. And what did he see? A boy with no hopes and dreams. Pathetic.
“You lied Near. You never lied to me before…” he trailed off.
Silence fell. And it grew as Matt left the room silently. Now Near was alone once more. But he felt lonelier than he ever was.
December 25th 2009
Christmas. And Mello spent his time moping. The day didn’t hold the same warmth it did before.
When he was at Whammy’s he felt happy, spending time with people he knew and loved. He didn’t hit anyone, not even Near. And all they had was each other.
But now he was alone. Except for Matt and Shore. But he was still lonely. He sat on the chair, his cheeks sticking to the window pane. Christmas has never been this worse. His fingers unconsciously found their way to the rosary, fiddling it gently. A gift from Near, he smiled sadly. He took a deep breath, maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
Matt watched the older boy sunk into the wave of melancholy. He too felt under the weather. After the encounter with Near he did nothing but stare blankly at the screen.
Shore, on the other hand was fidgeting visibly. A must hate Mello more now, that he forced him to work during the holidays. He was disappointed too. He thought about a nice romantic dinner for the two of them, and maybe a warm cuddling session in front of the fire. But no, someone had to made him stay, freezing his ass off. He was feeling more disrespectful to the scarred blond.
“Go.” Shore lifted his head to see Matt talking to him. It’s hard to know when he’s talking to you, seeing as his eyes were covered behind his orange tinted goggles and bangs.
“You got a girlfriend right? I’ll cover for ya.”
He nodded and quickly gathered his things. Casting a quick glance at Mello, who was now lost in his thoughts, he closed the door and left. A will be pleased to see him.
Matt watched the long haired boy left. Then he grabbed his pack of cigars on the bedside table and lit it, while watching Mello’s reaction.
Mello noticed the scent of smoke in the air, and was furious when he saw Matt lighting his cancer stick.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Smoking. I’m stressed Mells. I need a break.”
“Oh yeah? Don’t you know I feel the same way, and I don’t cry about it.”
Matt sighed and looked around.
“Mello, I missed Whammy’s.”
Mello nodded and returned his gaze to the snow. It reminds him of Near, of Whammy grounds, of the snowball fights he had with the boys. It reminds him of innocence.
So he stood up, and stalked off to where Matt was slouching. And hugged him. A warm hug, that reminds him of the hugs kids in Whammy’s House used to give. And Matt hugged back. Because he knew they both need this more than anything. Just an old apartment, and the two of them. What do they really have beside each other?
Outside, a tall man with dark hair pulled something out from his suit and placed it carefully on Mello and Matt’s doorstep. He didn’t know why his boss would spend money on people who obviously didn’t care about him, but he didn’t dare to question his generosity.
That night two presents with silver wrapping, and a card that said ‘N’ were opened by two souls who finally let go of their worries for the night.
December 31st 2009/ January 1st 2009
Mello was woken up by the sound of his phone ringing. He picked it up quickly, not wanting to disturb his friend, who was snoring loudly on the couch across him.
He checked the caller ID first.
Unknown number, could this be…
“Mello.”
“Lidner. Nice surprise. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
They rarely made contact anymore, and Mello knows it’s because she’s been hired as Takada’s bodyguard. A job that was risky, seeing how this means Near’s letting himself known to his enemies.
“We’re planning to take Misa Amane and Kanzo Mogi hostage.”
He nodded. He knows it’s useless, because the Japanese girl seemed too innocent to be the Second Kira. He and Matt had previously come to the conclusion she let go her ownership of the death note.
“Okay. Is there anything else?”
“Near says happy new year. Tell that to Matt too. And he says he’s sorry, to Matt again.”
Sorry? Since when Near’s been sorry for anything? And apologizing to Matt? What for? There’s a lot of questions he’s going to ask when the brunet wakes up.
And why does Near letting him tell his apology to Matt? Is this some kind of a screw up to mess with his mind so he could forget the Kira case for a while?
“Did he tell why?”
“Matt visited HQ almost two weeks ago. I don’t know what they’re talking about but perhaps they had a disagreement. Near looked more depressed recently, and I’m guessing it’s because of him.”
He glanced at the sleeping figure in striped shirt and jeans across him. His suspicions are getting stronger, and stronger.
“Okay. I’ll tell Matt about it, just because he’s depressed too. But that son of a bitch better not be crossing me.”
“I’m sure he won’t Mello. Goodbye.”
He slammed the phone. Anger rose inside him. He decided to find some other things to do. So as he went out and looked around, to find Shore was missing, was another point to his now furious state.
***
“Hey, don’t do that! You’ll ruin the cake!”
A giggled as she licked her cream-filled fingers happily, scooting away from Shore who was now glaring at her.
“That’s what you get for coming home late on Christmas.” She smirked, stood up and went to the fireplace, sitting cross-legged in front of it.
Shore eyed his girlfriend annoyingly. She could be pretty silly sometimes.
“Sit down! I got you some new pack of cards.”
His emerald eyes flashed with excitement as he quickly placed himself near the redhead. He loved cards. He held a certain fixation towards them. Often he found himself making castles from them, or shuffling them when he’s nervous. When he’s angry, however, he’d burn them. Seeing the face of kings and queens burn strangely feels comforting. He shuffled the deck and began placing them on the floor.
A stared at him lazily, fingers often played with the cards he hasn’t touched. Shore didn’t know what she’s thinking, but he hoped it’s nothing serious.
Voices echoed from outside. They both turned their heads to see people counting down to New Year.
’Ten,’
‘Nine,’
They stood up and held hands, counting along in whispers.
‘Eight,’
***
‘Seven,’
“Mells! They’re on seven now! Six!” Matt chirped happily. Hearing an apology from Near, via Mello made his day. The frown on his face was turned upside down. And Mello didn’t question him on anything, although he might the next day.
‘Five’
“Five!” he said, blue eyes lighting up. Mello didn’t look as happy as he was. Instead he stared off to nowhere, sitting on the floor with a chocolate bar in his hands.
‘Four’
“Four!”
Matt can’t help but wonder what Near is doing now.
***
“Three,” The teenager said calmly. The SPK members chorused along in the same leveled voice, an undertone to their excitement.
Misa Amane was taken without any problems. Mogi had cooperated with them, and they appreciated the man for it. But now the hostages were the least of their problems as they counted seconds to midnight.
“Two,”
“One.”
***
The whole world celebrated the coming of 2010. And they embraced the year of Kira.
Life would never be the same after this.
January 24th 2010
Weeks had passed since Mello and Halle’s last conversation. Many things were left unsaid or forgotten from Mello’s mind. But he didn’t care. He was getting closer to solving the Kira case.
Matt went out to buy some cigars and chocolates for Mello. And Shore was taking over his job for today. Mello had planned for the boy to take over the case if something happens to him and Matt, and the three of them knew the young boy was technically second in command. So the blond prepared him, and his plans to work.
A ring from the telephone snapped him back to focus. He sat up, intending to answer it, but Shore had picked it up instead.
“Mello. It’s me again.” A familiar female voice called out.
Shore lifted his eyebrow and handed the telephone to Mello, who was standing beside him.
“Mello?”
“Lidner. Is there something you’d like to say?”
“Near’s planning to meet with L to, discuss something regarding the Kira case.”
Discuss. As in, meeting? Near’s going to strike and he had to do something about it before it’s too late. Before the boy catches up with him and captures Kira first.
“Why the sudden change?”
“We got a hold of the notebook from one of the people Near suspected as X-Kira. One of our members are making a copy of it as we speak.”
A copy… interesting, he thought to himself. Shore glanced at him from his work.
“Did you see any shinigami?”
“For unknown reasons, no.”
His head began to think of the reasons why. Maybe the shinigami was hiding? Or was it loyal to its previous owner? Or maybe the notebook; was it fake?
The previous reasons didn’t make any sense to him. So the last option was sure to be it. Shit. Didn’t Near think of that?
“When will the meeting occur?”
“Perhaps he’s going to set it on the 28th. I don’t know when exactly, he hasn’t said anything. All I know he’s going to let X-Kira write our names on the notebook, the altered one of course. And the one whose name is not written is Kira.”
A click. He found some light to this problem.
“He’s going to make him write your names in the notebook…”
“Yes…”
He sighed and took a deep breath. It was now or never.
“Well then. I guess I have to do it.”
Silence resounded. Mello put down the receiver gently before staring down to the floor.
“Shore, I’ll need you to do something for me. But call Matt first, I don’t want to tell this twice.”
Shore nodded, although inside he was beginning to feel scared.
January 25th 2009
After going through the list of possible things he’s going to do Mello finally made a decision. He’s going to capture Kira’s spokesperson, Takada, and make her spill the beans to him about the whereabouts of X-Kira and the identity of Kira himself. Of course doing such thing would be considered suicide.
Matt had decided to help, saying that “car chases are fun” with a wide grin on his face. And yes, he’s being serious about it.
Shore was ordered to stay in the apartment and keep an eye on the news. In case both M goes down in flames, he’s going to take over.
Despite everything, all three of them prepared themselves. This was probably their last day. And there was a million things they haven’t done and another million they wish they had or hadn’t done.
All three of them were now sitting in circle in the kitchen. Matt smoking his cigarettes while thumbs pressing buttons on his Gameboy, Shore shuffling his card nervously while glancing at the clock every twenty minutes, and Mello chomping off his third chocolate bar.
Matt grew bored of his game and turned it off. Pocketing it in the pocket of his jeans he turned to Mello and asked him permission to go off and see Near. Mello grumbled in response and Matt left happily. Shore looked at him, trying to get off the hook like Matt did, but Mello snapped at him.
“You’re assigned to take over and suddenly you can do anything? Do I need to remind you who’s boss?”
Shore smiled sheepishly and returned to shuffling his cards.
***
“Near, you have a visitor.”
Near didn’t bother to look at Rester. Instead he turned his head to one of the surveillance screen, showing a figure of a brunet wearing goggles and a fur vest over his striped shirt.
“Let him in.”
Matt walked in with an air of confidence. He felt happy, truly happy that he was going to see Near again. Although it was for goodbyes, at least he gets to see his friend once more.
The first thing he saw was Near curled up into a ball, eyes closed, in the middle of a toy oasis. He chuckled and crouched, hovering above the small albino.
“Psst, Near.”
Near opened his eye and found himself staring at Matt’s blue eyes. He sat up and twirled a lock of his hair.
“What are you doing here?”
Matt smiled and sat down, legs stretched out.
“I just want to talk.”
Near was silent. After a few moments Matt breaks out.
“Why’d you do that?”
He gestured to Near’s hand that was now softly grasping a lock of ivory hair.
“I suppose it is comforting.” Near said calmly.
Matt then lifted his hand up and patted Near’s head lightly. His hair was soft, fluffy, and white. He could’ve sworn he was touching a lamb’s fur right now. He ran his hand through his hair, and his other hand grasped Near’s hand gently, pulling it away.
“Hey, do you know anything about Mello right now?”
Near shook his head, and leaned to his touch.
“He’s going to plan something tomorrow. Something big.”
“Like what?” Near murmured.
Matt grinned and leaned in closer and whispered to his ear.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
Near narrowed his eyes at the brunet, whose grin was still etched on his face. He pulled away and turned his back on him, opting to play with his finger puppets instead.
Matt’s grin turned into a frown as he saw the boy pulling away from him. He scooted closer until he was sitting behind the albino, who was now playing with his finger puppets. Noticing the absence of his figure, he frowned deeper.
“Why don’t I have a finger puppet?”
Near’s lips curved into a small smile. Of course, hidden from Matt.
“Because I don’t think you’ll look pretty along with the rest of them.”
“Pretty? I’m handsome! Even more than Mello. Everyone says so.”
“But you’re too special for that.”
Matt chuckled as he positioned himself beside Near.
“Anyways, thanks for everything. It means a lot to me.”
Near turned and stared at him, grey eyes widen in confusion.
“What makes you say that?”
Matt smiled sadly as he stood up and turned away. Stepping towards the door, he turned to see Near still staring at him incredulously.
“You’ll remember me, right?” he asked softly as he lit a cigarette and held it to his lips.
Near didn’t approve of Matt smoking, but the scent of it was the last thing he remembered from Matt before the older boy left the room.
***
Shore had passed out, hands on the counter and his head resting on them. And Matt still hasn’t come back. Mello looked at the clock, ticking. Every second passed he seemed to feel more and more anxious.
Matt… and Near. They were friends and he never noticed. He just realized how much Near meant to Matt if he was the first person Matt wanted to see before his suicide attempt. And now he was taking him away.
He felt guilty. He felt it was unfair. That he had to sacrifice his life, and brought down his fellow comrade along with him, while Near can just sit back and watch it all falls apart. He felt a pang of regret, hoping he was back to when he was that angry fourteen year old and to just shut up and accept Near’s offer to work together as L.
But he’s twenty now and it’s been years. Near probably would look down upon him. L would probably think he’s a coward.
So he grabbed a piece of paper and pen, and began writing his last words. Praying that Shore would get the clue and hand this note to whom it may concerns.
January 26th 2010
Mello could feel his stomach doing flips inside them. He was only three blocks away from the NHN building, waiting for Takada to arrive and Matt to create a distraction. His heart pounded loudly in his chest, and he’s not going to back out any longer. They went this far and there’s nothing else to lose.
So when he saw a puff of smoke coming out from the building’s parking lot he sped up and prayed to God he’d succeed.
Halle Lidner was scared. If something happens to Takada who knows what Kira might do to her. And the fact that she knew the perpetrator, and he was close to Near and Mello was not helping. If anything, when he’d get caught it’ll be traced back to those two. Right now she was assisting Takada back to the building.
“Don’t do it.” She turned around.
A man, in leather, with a scar visible on the left side of his face. He looked very determined.
“Take a look around. It’s not safer in here. Not even inside.”
Mello.
Mello.
Near’s going to be so pissed off about this.
“It’s best if you get away from here right now. Miss Takada, get on! Now!”
She could see where this is heading, and she decided to go along with his plans.
“It’s okay. You’ll be safe with him. Please, you have to go.”
Takada went to Mello’s side and hopped on the motorcycle.
I hope they’re not doing anything drastic, she thought.
She pulled out her cell phone and warned the rest of the guards.
“Team A and team B! Stay on that bike’s tail and don’t lose sight of them. And for the rest of you, I need you to find that assailant.”
***
Mello drove off, with Takada clutching his waist close, as if not wanting to fall off. The cars were on their sides, and he took a turn left to a small alley. They lost sight of them.
He fumbled with something before letting out a chain and chained her with him.
“Wh- what are you doing?” she shrieked.
He smirked. That should hold her for a while.
***
Matt could feel the tension building up inside him. And he blamed himself for feeling nervous. But he had to admit, the chase is thrilling. There’s no way they’re going to catch up with him.
He took a sharp turn and felt disappointed to see those black cars followed suit.
Damn it, how am I going to lose them? He thought to himself.
A dozen of cars parked before him and he knew he faced a dead end. He hit the brakes and the car did a nice turn before stopping. He mentally congratulated himself.
“Oh well. Time to let out my smoke gun again,” he said in a bored tone.
Men in black suits came out from those cars. All were holding a gun, facing him. threatening to shoot.
So this car got ahead of me. How many damn bodyguards does one woman need anyway? He thought irritably.
He stopped the car, breathing in the smoke slowly, before coming out.
“Hey, come on, give me a break!” he yelled out to them.
“Since when have Japanese been able to carry such big guns?”
They didn’t look amused. But he grinned lightly.
“You got me. I’m part of this whole kidnapping incident. That means you got a lot of questions to ask.”
From the corner of his eyes he could see some pulling the trigger.
Well, sayonara life. It was fun while it lasted.
“You won’t shoot-“
His sentence was cut short as bullets went by. Hitting his arm, chest, legs. He felt numb, as if he can’t move. Nor can he scream, although he wants to. Some missed and hit his red car instead, putting holes in them.
One hit his eye and all he thought before passing out was he should thank Mello for this excitement he hadn’t felt in years, if he does survive.
The cigar in his mouth fell, coating a stain of ash on his vest.
Mail Jeevas has fallen.
***
Near watched the incident on TV. After receiving confirmation from Lidner that this is Mello’s doing, he was horrified. For the first time he truly felt scared.
Right now they were showing a red Chevy car, being chased by three black sedans. Knowing Matt was inside the former, he hoped the brunet won’t do anything stupid.
A barricade. Matt was facing a barricade right now and he went out of the car?
Near gripped his Optimus Prime tightly. Knuckles beginning to whiten as he did so.
“Don’t come out you idiot, you’re supposed to stay inside.” He whispered furiously.
Gevanni and Rester sat in their chairs, all were holding their breaths. Waiting for any moves from Takada’s bodyguards or Matt.
“Hey, come on, give me a break. Since when have Japanese been able to carry such big guns?”
Matt. Always the optimist. Near shook his head in disagreement as he gripped the toy harder.
“You got me. I’m part of this whole kidnapping incident. That means you got a lot of questions to ask.”
Matt grinned wider before continuing. And Near felt his heart skipped a beat.
“You won’t shoot-“
Too late. Shots were coming out at him. And he fell, like the toy soldiers that Near ‘killed’ during his playtimes.
Gevanni let out a sigh and Rester held his breath once more. Near however, fell silent. His head bowed down, messy curls of his hair covering his face.
Matt, is this what you mean?
***
Shore let out a sigh. Mello did it. He took Takada away, and now all he has to do was sit and wait for any orders the blond has to give.
But a car chase took his attention. Matt. He turned the volume louder, wanting to concentrate on what’s happening, when his cellphone rang. He flipped it open, and was greeted by an angry voice.
“Shore!”
A. She must be watching the news right now. And she thought he was inside that car!
“Arc, sweetie, I’m fine.”
“Don’t tell me you’re fine, I know you’re fine, but what about Matt?!”
He gulped. She was freaking out. And now she was yelling at him like she never did before.
“He’s, he’s going to be fine.”
“Shit. Shore, if Mello’s going to make you do something that’s almost close to suicide, I’m going to kill you.”
“A, you don’t have to-“
A gunshot. Matt was dead. He could hear her holding her breath before spilling out in anger.
“I’d fucking kill that blond.”
He smiled in agony. At least something would go on just the way it was.
***
After threatening Takada to take off her clothes, Mello changed into a disguise too.
Not wanting to be recognized by L, or any of the Japanese police, he was dressed as a delivery man. A cap worn above his head, and his blond hair covering half of his face.
He put the box full of clothes away and stepped back to his truck. Glancing at the backseat Takada was still crying. Sheesh, woman.
He turned on the portable TV to find they were showing a caption of a bullet-ridden car and a bloody corpse of a man wearing striped shirt.
He felt his heart broke. He killed Matt. He wasn’t supposed to die; it was supposed to be him!
Matt, I’m sorry. I never wanted you to get killed, he thought bitterly.
And now that he thought of it, there were more things he felt sorry about.
He was sorry he killed Matt.
He was sorry he hurt Roger.
He was sorry he refused Near’s friendly attempts to make peace with him.
He was sorry he killed his mafia members.
He was sorry he didn’t have a chance to kill Kira.
He was sorry he let L down.
And now he felt remorse for all his sins, and he felt bad. He was a sinner, and he begged to God that He’d forgive him.
He pulled the rosary close to him and prayed silently.
And Mihael Keehl watched twenty years of his life passed him by, as he felt his heart stopped beating.
Aftermath – January 26th 2011.
Shore wasn’t a religious person, but he thanked God that A still accepted him with open arms. Although there was nothing wrong really, but he thought she was far too traumatized with Mello’s actions, that she was afraid he’s going to be taken away from her again.
Mello. Mihael Keehl. Hearing his real name from Near made him feel sad at times. The boy who had bravely stood up for him from those bullies when he was seven was gone.
And he left him his trust, and he’s not going to fail him. He never did.
On January 28th he found a note, written to Near by Mello, presumably a day before the abduction. And he knew Mello wanted him to give it to Near, so he did. The look on the new L’s face was fresh on his mind. Surprise and sorrow was etched on his usually blank face.
Perhaps knowing Mello expressed an apology made the young genius to be so out of character, but the angry blond was the same.
But Samuel shook his head off the thoughts as his beautiful fiancée enters the room, holding two cups of hot chocolate.
***
Near visited the cemetery often these days. It was the only thing he could do to show gratitude to his former rival and his friend.
Kira was dead. Light Yagami has been killed, by his own shinigami who wrote his name in the notebook a year ago. And the world began to turn to normal once more.
Near was now taking over as L. And he still felt like he didn’t deserve it. He always see that it was supposed to be him and Mello. But now it’s only half of it, and it’s all he had.
Back then he was certain he could make Mello give up his attempts in rivaling him and just accept him with open arms. Now he felt foolish for thinking of it.
Mello died, and his plans were a blow to Kira’s plans. And Near knew that Mello knew, he had worked with him after all.
Matt never deserved death. But he liked the thrill of being killed. He likes danger, and he faced danger and faced the consequences.
Near knows he wasn’t as brave as Matt, or strong willed as Mello, but he’d never admit it to anyone.
Instead he’d just sit in silence in front of their graves, contemplating his thoughts in peace.
He wonders what it’s like to be six feet under.Labels: fandom: death note, matt, matt/near, mello, mello/near, near, oc
The Storm has Passed
Written on: Friday, December 11, 2009
Time: 7:55 AM
Yeah, I'm gonna post a list to my playlist during the whole semester thing. It really helps. A mix of pop punk, along with grunge - a bit angsty but I don't give a damn - and some light crunk really lifts your mood up. And guess what, listening to rock increases your enthusiasm, or something like that. And pop punk... it's just because. Crunk? Who doesn't want to dance their ass off sometimes? *grins*
Below each songs are parts of the lyrics, which I feel the need to include. Just showing that somehow I managed to memorize all of them during the process.
1. Five Minutes to Midnight - Boys Like Girls
'And when the clock strucks twelve will you find another boy to go and kiss and tell?'
2. August is Over - We the Kings
'Breathe in deep and say goodbye, the saddest song I'll ever write.'
'August is over, we're not the reason.'
3. The Good Life - Three Days Grace
'All I want is a little of the good life'
4. My Number One - Hayley Williams
'I wish I could tell you what I feel, and show what's inside of me is real'
5. Japanese Girl - Metro Station
'Don't say you love me 'cause you sound so vain.'
6. Poppin' Champagne - All Time Low
'You've got me poppin' champagne'
'Lately I've been wishing the television set would show me more than just a picture of the things I've gone to detest'
7. Action - Death Note III OST
(No lyrics. It's instrumental only.)
8. I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace
'Every time we lie awake, after every hit we take, every feeling that I get, but I haven't missed you yet.'
9. Starstrukk (Remix) - 3OH!3 feat. Katy Perry
'You know that talk is shit; just don't work on me,'
10. All I Wanted - Paramore
'And maybe then we'd remember to slow down on all of our favorite parts.'
11. Check Yes Juliet - We the Kings
'Check yes Juliet, kill the limbo, I'll keep tossing rocks at your window.'
12. Let it Die - Three Days Grace
'We had fire in our eyes; in the beginning I never felt so alive...'
13. Heartbeat - Stereo Skyline
'So baby keep my heart beat, b-beat, beat, beating.'
'For every grain of sand that you drew me pictures in, there was one for every time did my, my heart dropped again.'
14. Break - Three Days Grace
'Tonight, I stopped the fire. Tonight I break away.'
15. Untouched - The Veronicas
'And you and I are meant to be so even if the world falls down today you've still got me to hold you up up and I will never let you down.'
16. Starstrukk - 3OH!3
'L-O-V-E is just another word I'll never learn to pronounce'
17. Stop This Song (Lovesick Melody) - Paramore
'You say the sweetest things that I can't keep my heart from singing...'
18. Where the Lines Overlap - Paramore
'Call me over, and tell me how you got this far while never making a single sound.'
19. Lost in You - Three Days Grace
'You always though that I let myself open, but you didn't know I was already broken.'
20. Shake and Shout - Stereo Skyline
'I'll watch you dance around to New Found Glory on the frontseat of my car.'
21. Near No Theme - Death Note III OST
(No lyrics. It's instrumental only.)
22. My Paper Heart - All American Rejects
'Please just don't play with me, my paper heart will bleed. This wait for destiny won't do, be with me please I beseech you.'
23. Never Too Late - Three Days Grace
'This world will never be what I expected, and if I don't belong...'
24. Wake Up - Three Days Grace
'I must be running out of luck, 'cause you're not drunk enough to fuck.'
25. Six Feet Under the Stars - All Time Low
'Time to lay claim to the evidence, fingerprints sold me out. But our footprints washed away from the docks downtown, it's been getting late for days and I think myself deserving of a little time off.'
'Meet me on Thames street, I'll take you out though I'm hardly worth your time.'
'In the cold, you look so fierce but I'm warming up, because the tension's like a fire.'
'We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes and like a bad movie I'll drop a line; fall in the grave I've been digging myself'
'But there's room for two; six feet under the stars'
'If not for you I know I'd tear this place to the ground.'
'Overdressed and underaged. Do you really need to see an ID? This is embarrassing as hell! But I can cover for it so well, when we're six feet under the stars.'
...Yes. I'm in love with 'Six Feet Under the Stars'. But I can't help it, the song's just too damn pretty! Reminds me of New York *points at Thames street and South Broadway parts* and that game, The Godfather: Blackhand Edition. And Aldo Trapani. Everytime it's played I was reminded of the streets of Midtown, the car chase, those Barzini and Cuneo bitches - scratch that, Tattaglia and Stracci are a pain in the ass too - and those heartwarming moments of victory after bombing compounds.
But it also gives me a warm feeling, of being told 'everything's fine and dandy'. Like no matter what you do it doesn't really matter, as long as you had a good reason to do it.
'Wake Up', and 'I Hate Everything About You' simply reminds me of certain things. The latter also reminds me of me and my sis. Seriously, I could hate her for life and yet I couldn't. The former, however, reminds me of something else.
'Never Too Late'. That song is very, heartfelt. Sometimes it bores me to death, sometimes it fascinates me to no end.
'My Paper Heart', 'Lost in You', 'Heartbeat', 'My Number One' and actually 'On Top of the World' reminds me of my current OTP; a free spirited gogglehead and a stoic, adorable albino. Or they could make great songfics. I could feel it somehow, a nice fluff or maybe a friendship fic. Nah, dunno. *shrugs*
'Japanese Girl', 'Shake and Shout', 'Check Yes Juliet' and 'Five Minutes to Midnight' are just fillers. Y'know, something to listen to without having concerns about the meaning. And it's very light, so I love it.
'Where the Lines Overlap' is my 'HAPPY AS A SUNSHINE AND RAINBOW PUPPIES' theme.
'August is Over' is.. Yeah. Summer. And it's WINTER now. I hate it.
'Untouched' is the most serious song in the playlist. I mean, the lyrics, the music, it fits perfectly. You can feel the passion, the frustration, the angst, the (false) hope, the light innocence, inside them. It's beautiful, and there's a lot of things to be told from it. Telling someone to stay has never been this angsty.
'Let it Die' and 'All I Wanted' was just a filler. Instead of light hearted ones, I chose something a bit more, deep.
'Break' is a great song. Three Day Grace's first single from their new album, Life Starts Now. It's still dark, but with a lighter tone. A bit rebellious instead a vent of anger towards humanity.
'The Good Life' is a piece of badass-ness. Yeah, I could totally imagine hanging out and being all high and mighty. Now I know why Mello likes it.
'Starstrukk' and its remix version are something you could dance to. Maybe not as hard as when you listen to the remixed version of 'Football Season is Over' by Bring Me the Horizon, but it should get your head bopping.
'Near No Theme' is that song that plays every time Near's in action. In the DN anime of course. I could just imagine him being all smart and make remarks to Light imagaY.
'Action'. There's a lot of things to be said about this song, and a lot of them are related to a certain third ranked Wammy boy. Yes, this was the song playing through his epic death scene. A nice, electro beat. Kinda like the ones in Tap Tap Revenge, only better. His death is very heartbreaking. He fell down, after being caught in a blaze of gunfires, and die; his last cigarette burned on his pale lips.His body was ridden with bullets, and I don't know if his goggles cracked or not, but I think it none was aimed to his face. It reminds me of Sonny Corleone's death, when he was shot to death on a tollway, while he was in a rage after hearing his sister, Connie, got beaten up by her son of a bitch husband. I love that scene too. A slight twist in 'The Godfather' that changes everything.
So yeah. That's the end of it. I wish you all good luck on the results. And if my heart actually dropped, I'd listen to BMTH and wear black clothing. Nahh, just kidding!Labels: matt, matt/near, mello, near, playlist
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Hey you! Yes you! You're reading the profile of the writer of this suckass stories you just read.
So the name's Tian. Not really my name but you can call me that. Still a young person with wild imaginations; perhaps you'll see more of it. If you live to see the chance.
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