Timelines. (Max, Abel, Nell. Death Note Next Gen AU)
A/N: It's a long story, really. But basically me and Kelpy came up with these boys: Max and Abel, and they're, well, the next generation of Death Note Wammy's kids. We ship them like no other, because seriously, they are so epic it hurts. This fic doesn't do them justice.
But this particular plot bunny had to do with the idea that when Matt, Mello, and Near died, they were reincarnated as Max, Abel and Nell, respectively. So I suppose, in a manner of speacking, this is NearxMello<-Matt.
.......Any questions? ^^;;
Timelines Get Crossed, But They Are the Constants.
Nell has known Abel since she was seven. He hated her in the beginning, that she knows. Hated her sharp, undead stare and her silences. Hated the way she'd read the lines in his palms and seen nothing but pain, he'd loathed her matter of fact manner, her scientific, logical approach to things. He'd commented, too many times to count, how weird it was that someone so logical would believe in tarot cards and life lines, Fate and fairies. She found other cultures fascinating, and for some reason, the Japanese belief in Death Gods, in Shinigami had always struck something in her.
It's been nearly ten years, now. She'd stopped believing in fairies long ago, but that lingering attachment to the idea of Death Gods, that's stayed just as strong.
But it's been ten years, and Abel hasn't hated her since he was twelve. That was the year the china doll --platinum blond with glassy blue eyes, it sits on the shelf above her bed a splash of colour in the pale blandness-appeared on her desk, it's blank card telling her volumes. She remembers looking up, glasses slipping down her nose, and focusing her pale stare on his profile across the room. He'd been blonde then, blonde haired, blue eyed- just like the doll. He wouldn't meet her eyes, but his muscles tensed like he knew someone was watching. After a long moment, he'd shifted, then turned all at once to meet her eyes, grimly determined not to blush.
She'd smiled at him, and watched that determination crumble to dust. He'd blushed and she's felt the lopsided smile thin out to a small grin. Abel always had, always would have, that effect on her.
So, years later, when they're 17 and starting their senior year at Lincoln High and they've been dating officially for three years, she's a touch unsettled when her cards suddenly betray her. Everything had been normal, until the new kid, Max Jeevas had transferred. Had fit himself so snuggly in an empty place she hadn't known existed in their group.
With Max came black fortunes from the Cards- theft, pain, loss, death. Nothing good for her. She dislikes Max on principal, and she sees what Abel doesn't. In her calculative silence, she sees how Max stares when Abel sleeps through Geography, hair splayed over the light wood, cracked lips half-parted. It's the same way the feline girls in tight skirts and desperate eyes stare at him in the dark of the club, when he's onstage, all leather and attitude and raw lust.
She sees, and Max suffers and Abel exists for her, always for her. She smiles at her cards- it's always been that way. Always.