Playing With Dice; DN; Mello/Near; PG-13
Title: Playing With Dice
Author: passthebutter
Fandom/pairing: Death Note - Mello/Near
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 635
Warnings: Fluff, boy kissing.
Summary: Near sits and plays with dice; Mello doesn't like to feel excluded.
A/N: Dedicated to jenwryn for inspiring me to hurtle into a new fandom. <3
Near picked up one die, two dice, and held them in his hand, feeling sharp corners and black circular indents. He felt Mello watching him from across the room, and dropped the dice onto the hardwood floor; they clattered and rolled and spun and, "Snake eyes," came a voice from above him. An arrogant, sneering voice that would match perfectly with - Near looked up - blond hair falling into narrowed dark eyes and a swagger that was obvious even when the boy was standing still.
"Mello is correct," said Near, looking back down and collecting the dice. He held them in his right hand and brought his left thumb to his mouth, to better chew on a thumbnail.
"What game are you playing?"
Near marvelled at how the blond could make everything sound like an accusation and a demand at the same time. "I'm figuring out what number, when both die have been added together, is the most common when I drop the dice on the floor," Near stated matter-of-factly, as if people did this all the time (and let's face it, he did).
Mello paused. "Why… How long have you been doing this?"
His voice still sounded confident, but Near detected the undercurrent of confusion there. "Two hours, give or take."
"Right. And, you're not writing this down?"
Near lifted a delicate shoulder. "I can remember." He dropped the dice; one bounced its way to a six, the other rolled over to hit a brown boot - it lay on an edge, hovering between five and one. Mello kicked his foot, irritably, and the dice shot to land on a two.
"Eight," Near said quietly, collecting his dice.
A thump came as Mello sat himself down heavily, crossing his legs and shoving his hand in front of Near's face. "Let me have a go."
Hesitating, Near said, "The results will be skewed. They won't be scientifically accurate if Mello drops the dice…" He trailed off under the glare from Mello and handed over the dice reluctantly.
"So, have you figured out the probability of certain combinations yet?" asked Mello, acting as if this was perfectly normal conversation. He let go of the dice - one and four. "Five," the blond declared.
Near nodded and picked up the dice. He rolled them between his fingers and thought about Mello's question. "It's a lot more likely that you'll get seven rather than two or twelve, because there are more numbers that add up to seven. I am almost certain that if I drew my results graphically, the graph would show a triangular curve." He dropped the dice. "Eleven."
"You're very strange, did you know that?" Clatter. "Three."
"I have been told." The drops sounded a lot louder now; Near was noticing Mello's breathing, and could detect a faint chocolate-y smell clinging to the blond. "Ten."
"Eight."
"Four."
"Seven."
Near reached for the dice. But as Mello said, "You have very pretty fingers, you know that?", his hand jerked and the dice spun away. Near looked up, startled, to find Mello very close to him, and a smirk dancing across the blond's face.
And just like that, Near's mind went blank. "W-What is Mello doing?" he managed, attempting to scramble back a little. The older boy was leaning towards him, that much was certain, and - Near gave a quick glance over Mello's shoulder - they were alone in the playroom and he could count the extremely faint freckles on Mello's nose and he couldn't seem to tear himself away and, and, and… And Mello's lips were really very soft, and felt quite nice against his.
The dice were kicked out of the way as Mello crawled over him, and they lay forgotten, each cube showing a single dot to the room - snake eyes.
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Fic started: 1st March 2009
Fic finished: 1st March 2009
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Author: passthebutter
Fandom/pairing: Death Note - Mello/Near
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 635
Warnings: Fluff, boy kissing.
Summary: Near sits and plays with dice; Mello doesn't like to feel excluded.
A/N: Dedicated to jenwryn for inspiring me to hurtle into a new fandom. <3
Near picked up one die, two dice, and held them in his hand, feeling sharp corners and black circular indents. He felt Mello watching him from across the room, and dropped the dice onto the hardwood floor; they clattered and rolled and spun and, "Snake eyes," came a voice from above him. An arrogant, sneering voice that would match perfectly with - Near looked up - blond hair falling into narrowed dark eyes and a swagger that was obvious even when the boy was standing still.
"Mello is correct," said Near, looking back down and collecting the dice. He held them in his right hand and brought his left thumb to his mouth, to better chew on a thumbnail.
"What game are you playing?"
Near marvelled at how the blond could make everything sound like an accusation and a demand at the same time. "I'm figuring out what number, when both die have been added together, is the most common when I drop the dice on the floor," Near stated matter-of-factly, as if people did this all the time (and let's face it, he did).
Mello paused. "Why… How long have you been doing this?"
His voice still sounded confident, but Near detected the undercurrent of confusion there. "Two hours, give or take."
"Right. And, you're not writing this down?"
Near lifted a delicate shoulder. "I can remember." He dropped the dice; one bounced its way to a six, the other rolled over to hit a brown boot - it lay on an edge, hovering between five and one. Mello kicked his foot, irritably, and the dice shot to land on a two.
"Eight," Near said quietly, collecting his dice.
A thump came as Mello sat himself down heavily, crossing his legs and shoving his hand in front of Near's face. "Let me have a go."
Hesitating, Near said, "The results will be skewed. They won't be scientifically accurate if Mello drops the dice…" He trailed off under the glare from Mello and handed over the dice reluctantly.
"So, have you figured out the probability of certain combinations yet?" asked Mello, acting as if this was perfectly normal conversation. He let go of the dice - one and four. "Five," the blond declared.
Near nodded and picked up the dice. He rolled them between his fingers and thought about Mello's question. "It's a lot more likely that you'll get seven rather than two or twelve, because there are more numbers that add up to seven. I am almost certain that if I drew my results graphically, the graph would show a triangular curve." He dropped the dice. "Eleven."
"You're very strange, did you know that?" Clatter. "Three."
"I have been told." The drops sounded a lot louder now; Near was noticing Mello's breathing, and could detect a faint chocolate-y smell clinging to the blond. "Ten."
"Eight."
"Four."
"Seven."
Near reached for the dice. But as Mello said, "You have very pretty fingers, you know that?", his hand jerked and the dice spun away. Near looked up, startled, to find Mello very close to him, and a smirk dancing across the blond's face.
And just like that, Near's mind went blank. "W-What is Mello doing?" he managed, attempting to scramble back a little. The older boy was leaning towards him, that much was certain, and - Near gave a quick glance over Mello's shoulder - they were alone in the playroom and he could count the extremely faint freckles on Mello's nose and he couldn't seem to tear himself away and, and, and… And Mello's lips were really very soft, and felt quite nice against his.
The dice were kicked out of the way as Mello crawled over him, and they lay forgotten, each cube showing a single dot to the room - snake eyes.
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Fic started: 1st March 2009
Fic finished: 1st March 2009
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