Disoriented

[nearlynia]

Near uncurled from a small white ball, sat up and rubbed an eye.  Near tugged a lock of hair, pulling his legs up close to his chest.  Blinking, he looked around the room.  He’d been dreaming of L again, the enigmatic detective rather than the dead man.

“L,” he said, the name hanging on his dry, pink lips.  Near shook his own head, sending his

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[chocolategun]

There were a lot of things that Mello didn't like. He didn't like broccoli, for example. He absolutely hated Near. He didn't like that L had died. Hated Kira. Didn't like that his family was dead. Wasn't too fond of exercise, unless it actually had a point. Didn't really like the color blue. Hated the color pink. Didn't like that he was as effeminate as he was, even if he used it to his advantage.

Most of all, though, he hated running into a corner until his options were this limited. Really, what was he supposed to do? He knew what he could do. He knew he could carry on in his normal, fatalistic sort of way, end up effectively committing suicide in his own stubborn behaviour. He might even win, but it'd be an empty win if he ended up getting himself killed doing it.

Which was why he was showing up at the location he'd tracked Near down to, fingering the gun in his hand and resisting the urge to pull it out. He'd ask for help, he'd bow down and admit that just once Near might have the answer-- and then next time...

Next time.

[nearlynia]

Near pushed open the door to his communications room, a bright burst of colors out of place in the otherwise stark building. He had been there quite some time, as evident by the cluttering of toys. A train set worked its way about the room, going up lego mountains and stacked dice slides on tracks that were twisted and balanced almost inhumanly.

Near looked to the wall of screens, first, his pale eyes sliding past the toys as though they weren't there. Somewhere, there were answers. He just needed to find the right pieces to the puzzle.