FIC
Title: Untitled
Rating: PG-13 (I guess)
Genre: A/U
Characters: Mello,Near,OCs
Summary: A clairvoyant Near leaves the orphanage with Mello and an adventure ensues!
Author Notes: I can't decide a title for this thing. I've outlined 8 parts and written three parts of it already. I really just want to post it b/c I'm a newbie and this is the first non-smut thing I've ever done! I'll come up with a title soon, I promise! Also I don't think Near being clairvoyant is a stretch in a universe where Shinigami exist and have killer notebooks that they randomly drop down to Earth.
“What is it Roger?”
For the first time in my life I am blindsided. L … is dead. I didn't see it coming. Mello’s over reaction is expected and his outburst serves to over power the gasp of surprise that I can’t restrain. I lose my concentration and find myself unable to find the next puzzle piece. In as close to a fit of frustration that I am likely to get, I flip the whole thing over. “If you can’t solve the puzzle, you’re just a loser.” I’m not sure if I’m referring to myself or to L. Mello turns to look at me with disgust and I feel a wave of disappointment settle over me as another misunderstanding passes between us.
Later that night in our room Mello storms around, throwing clothes into a duffle bag. A part of me feels rejection at the thought of him leaving me here. Our entire lives we’ve lived together and competed with one another: M & N. I secretly always assumed that we’d replace L as a perfectly balanced duo but …
A truck … flames.
“You don’t even care about L, do you?”
Mello slumped over a big rig …
“How can you be so cold?”
Hot, pain, burning my chest. No, Mello’s chest …
“Near, I’m talking to you-Near?”
Mello clutches his chest and has a heart attack right before my eyes.
Mello clutches my arms and shakes me to get my attention. I’ve slumped to the floor. My eyes are closed but I can see, I can see.
Mello slumped over a big rig, eyes wide open and dead.
“Near, you’re freaking me out-“
“Don’t go.”
“What?” Mello asks forgetting to be rude. I must have really frightened him.
I tell him I’m fine and sit up. “Mello, don’t go.”
He zips his bag closed as a response.
Roger already asked but I know exactly what to say.
“I need you to stay.”
He pauses in the middle of throwing on a jacket. He stares at me wide eyed and I shudder as the image of his eyes dead and lifeless swims across my vision.
“We have to catch Kira. I can’t do it alone,” I look down as if hesitant to utter my next words, “Please don’t leave me here.”
His face contorts and I can’t imagine what he’s thinking in that moment but I see the moment when he relents.
“Pack and hurry up. If I leave they probably won’t care, but you,” he shoots me a nasty glare, “You’re their successor; not to mention you’re only twelve years old so they’ll probably send someone after you.”
I’m actually thirteen but I’m too busy shoving toys into my bag to correct him.
“What are you doing? Bring clothes! And food! You idiot …”
He goes to the micro-fridge and grabs some chocolate, crackers, and juice and throws it all in my bag. He goes to my clothes drawer and stops as if stunned.
“You only have pajamas.”
“Have you ever seen me wear anything else?”
“No, but I thought-nevermind let’s just go. I’m ready.”
I zip up my bag and throw on a jacket. I don’t realize I’m still barefoot until we’re halfway down the back stairway. Mello curses and runs back up to grab my shoes commanding me to hide if I hear anyone coming.
Once we’re outside we set off at a run toward the gate. Mello’s long legs let him pull away from me easily so keeping up with him is a near impossibility. Mello’s waiting for me at the gate and whacks me on the back as I cough, completely winded.
“That was only like 50 ft. Maybe you shouldn’t come. This is not going to be easy.”
He’s right and I know it. The life of an orphaned runaway can only be difficult and dangerous … which is why I can’t let him go alone. He will never admit it but he will need someone to help him, someone to pull him back from the edge when he doesn’t know when to quit. I’ll go with him to stop that vision from coming true. I’m the only one who can do it. My mother told me there was no way to change the future, but I never really believed that. I'll do whatever it takes to save my ... friend. As we quietly push the gate closed behind us, I wonder if in the process of saving Mello, I might actually lose myself.
Rating: PG-13 (I guess)
Genre: A/U
Characters: Mello,Near,OCs
Summary: A clairvoyant Near leaves the orphanage with Mello and an adventure ensues!
Author Notes: I can't decide a title for this thing. I've outlined 8 parts and written three parts of it already. I really just want to post it b/c I'm a newbie and this is the first non-smut thing I've ever done! I'll come up with a title soon, I promise! Also I don't think Near being clairvoyant is a stretch in a universe where Shinigami exist and have killer notebooks that they randomly drop down to Earth.
“What is it Roger?”
For the first time in my life I am blindsided. L … is dead. I didn't see it coming. Mello’s over reaction is expected and his outburst serves to over power the gasp of surprise that I can’t restrain. I lose my concentration and find myself unable to find the next puzzle piece. In as close to a fit of frustration that I am likely to get, I flip the whole thing over. “If you can’t solve the puzzle, you’re just a loser.” I’m not sure if I’m referring to myself or to L. Mello turns to look at me with disgust and I feel a wave of disappointment settle over me as another misunderstanding passes between us.
Later that night in our room Mello storms around, throwing clothes into a duffle bag. A part of me feels rejection at the thought of him leaving me here. Our entire lives we’ve lived together and competed with one another: M & N. I secretly always assumed that we’d replace L as a perfectly balanced duo but …
A truck … flames.
“You don’t even care about L, do you?”
Mello slumped over a big rig …
“How can you be so cold?”
Hot, pain, burning my chest. No, Mello’s chest …
“Near, I’m talking to you-Near?”
Mello clutches his chest and has a heart attack right before my eyes.
Mello clutches my arms and shakes me to get my attention. I’ve slumped to the floor. My eyes are closed but I can see, I can see.
Mello slumped over a big rig, eyes wide open and dead.
“Near, you’re freaking me out-“
“Don’t go.”
“What?” Mello asks forgetting to be rude. I must have really frightened him.
I tell him I’m fine and sit up. “Mello, don’t go.”
He zips his bag closed as a response.
Roger already asked but I know exactly what to say.
“I need you to stay.”
He pauses in the middle of throwing on a jacket. He stares at me wide eyed and I shudder as the image of his eyes dead and lifeless swims across my vision.
“We have to catch Kira. I can’t do it alone,” I look down as if hesitant to utter my next words, “Please don’t leave me here.”
His face contorts and I can’t imagine what he’s thinking in that moment but I see the moment when he relents.
“Pack and hurry up. If I leave they probably won’t care, but you,” he shoots me a nasty glare, “You’re their successor; not to mention you’re only twelve years old so they’ll probably send someone after you.”
I’m actually thirteen but I’m too busy shoving toys into my bag to correct him.
“What are you doing? Bring clothes! And food! You idiot …”
He goes to the micro-fridge and grabs some chocolate, crackers, and juice and throws it all in my bag. He goes to my clothes drawer and stops as if stunned.
“You only have pajamas.”
“Have you ever seen me wear anything else?”
“No, but I thought-nevermind let’s just go. I’m ready.”
I zip up my bag and throw on a jacket. I don’t realize I’m still barefoot until we’re halfway down the back stairway. Mello curses and runs back up to grab my shoes commanding me to hide if I hear anyone coming.
Once we’re outside we set off at a run toward the gate. Mello’s long legs let him pull away from me easily so keeping up with him is a near impossibility. Mello’s waiting for me at the gate and whacks me on the back as I cough, completely winded.
“That was only like 50 ft. Maybe you shouldn’t come. This is not going to be easy.”
He’s right and I know it. The life of an orphaned runaway can only be difficult and dangerous … which is why I can’t let him go alone. He will never admit it but he will need someone to help him, someone to pull him back from the edge when he doesn’t know when to quit. I’ll go with him to stop that vision from coming true. I’m the only one who can do it. My mother told me there was no way to change the future, but I never really believed that. I'll do whatever it takes to save my ... friend. As we quietly push the gate closed behind us, I wonder if in the process of saving Mello, I might actually lose myself.