MxM - Don't You DareHe couldnt do it anymore. He couldnt. He was done with the competition, with the constant pressure to be better, be better.More Like This
He couldnt beat Near. Couldnt win, couldnt top him, couldnt be the next L because he just wasnt fucking good enough to do it.
Mello shook as he staggered into his room, putting a hand to the wall to support himself as he stared blankly at the floor, unseeing, not reacting to the carpet burns he acquired when he sunk dramatically to his knees, barely aware enough to put his arms out in front of him to avoid a fall as he slumped forwards.
His blonde hair was sticky with sweat, glued to his forehead and the back of his neck. No more. He couldnt take anymore. No more being looked down on by Near. No more cold stares from the other kids at Wammys, knowing stares, judgmental stares.
There goes Mello. Nears rival.
Was that all he would ever be? Nears adversary, Nears understudy, Nears
DN - Forty, Love Chapter FourForty, Love : Chapter FourMore Like This
A Death Note Fanfic
Disclaimers: Uh I dunno. Been a while since my last update sorry, to the few people who are reading this.
God, hes going to kill me
Matt paced around the room, pulling at his hair uncertainly. The look on Mellos face when he saw Matt leave Ls room yeah, the blonde was going to maim him. Not just hurt him rip him limb from limb for lying to him.
He threw himself down on the bed, groaning and hitting himself with his pillow. Gonna die he groaned into the fabric, rolling off the edge of the bed and landing with a thud on the floor. Ow.
He looked up as he heard the door open.
What are you doing on the floor?
Spinning around quickly, Matt managed to painfully spring back into a standing position. He winced and placed a hand on his back that was
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"Mello!? MELLO!? Mello, where are you!?" Matt called while running down the halls of Whammy's House. The blond had been missing for a couple of hours. Matt knew he had to be inside Whammy's House somewhere.
"MEEEELLOOOO!!!" the scream echoed down the halls. Tears were already flooding down the red heads face. He checked in every room. His own. Mello's. Linda's. Even Rogers office. But to no avail. The blond was no where to be seen.
"MEEEELLOOOO!!" Matt screamed once again. He had one more hallway to check.
"Mello!" he had finally found him.
Surprisingly, Mello was crying as if he had lost a loved one. A very close loved one. Mello held a picture in his hands, tears also flooding down his face.
"Mello, Mello, why did you run off!? I was worried sick about you. Don't ever do that again!" Matt demanded, hugging the blond close to him in a warm and inviting embrace.
"Gomen...Matt. I-I didn't mean...mean too." Mello said whilst putting the picture to the side and crying into Matt's chest
GoldenThe blank white puzzle piece fell noiselessly to the polished marble floor as the owner of said piece came to an alarming and marvelously obvious realization.More Like This
Peculiar was one of many, many words that could be used to describe the boy that sat in the middle of the room. A mop of snow white hair matched his silk garments to perfection along with a half completed puzzle filled with blank white pieces as to which no particular pattern could be distinguished. Near was one of many orphans currently living in the daunting, isolated Whammys House. The purpose of this orphanage was to prepare intelligent, homeless children to strive and achieve a certain goal. Calm, controlled, reclusive and frighteningly brilliant, Near was the first child in line to become the successor of the infamous detective mostly referred to as L. Yet, right now clues of various cases werent floating through the vast
About perfectionNo body's perfect.More Like This
Heh, that's what you like to think.
I've known him for years, lived with him, loved him. And I could never find a better adjective to describe him, even when I'm mad at him. I always find myself shaking my head, smiling and muttering that he's so goddamn perfect.
So goddamn annoying, though, it shouldn't be, because, that's exactly what I love about him, it makes him who he is.
I don't know, I guess, he makes me such a fucking sap that I wanna slam my head on the table over and over again until I bleed and can't think straight anymore, but you see, I can already picture him shouting at me how much of an idiot I am for it, and telling me to get my ass into the bathroom so that he could stitch me up, and that stops me before I get too carried away.
He doesn't shut up, it's like he needs to talk every second of the day, if he doesn't, he'll explode. Complaining about life, work, bills, my existence, anything at all