Our Final Night Alive - Death Note

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"Mello?" Nate whispered, the blonde's head snapped up instantly holding a look of annoyance which fast faded into worry. He could see, as anyone with eyes would be able to, the way Near trembled as he clutched at his silk duvet. Also, his face was redder than usual, his eyes slightly more glossy than usual. It wasn't as though the small boy wasn't prone to sadness and nightmares, rooted from PTSD after all that had happened, but even so Mello was sure this was more than slightly out of character. Not once had Nate turned to him for comfort, prefering Matt who was considerably more compassionate.

"Mello," Near repeated again, he could feel his vision begin to haze again before he burst into a child-like fit of tears. Almost like a child whose mother hadn't allowed it to get a toy at the store. Mello, although sure that his old friend would tire himself out before long and that it was't necessary, picked himself up off of the rocking chair and made way towards the bed. He was careful to make no sound, to step over stray toys and clothes. Alas, he did slip up once and almost dragged the curtain down with him which worried him to an extent. What if Near was fully awake, oh the troubles that'd cause the chocolate-accustomed blonde.

As Mello carefully lay himself on the bed, it did not sink in the slightest under his weight. Evidently, he had done something right though as Near rubbed his eyes and layed promptly down. The white-haired boy hug the pillow tightly, mumbling his friends name once more- this time more sleepily- before dozing off. Mello just sighed and placed his arm around Near, rubbing his back soothingly. 

Near and Mello hadn't spoke of last nights events as they walked with Matt to the store. Matt raised his eyebrow at Mello who only chuckled in response, waving his hand too as if to brush off the inquisitive stare. He adjust his glasses but as commanded, did not choose to say anything more on the topic. 

Upon arrival, Nate waved a hurried wave at the woman managing the store before marching off down the various aisles. Matt had suggested a game of hide and seek but Near did not respond. He seldom wanted to play silly little games like hide and seek, opting instead to play brain-teasing games and with the replica dolls of himself and his friends. Near didn't buy much, only a few essentials and, to Mello's surprise, a bar of chocolate. He never really was one for that sweet stuff.

He waved a shy goodbye to the woman this time before taking a different route from the way they came. Matt and Mello couldn't really say they minded as the trio walked along a rather beautiful river bank and across a high up bridge only to walk back down atleast fifty stairs.

Secluded was the location Near selected, a river somehow more stunning than the one they passed earlier. "Are we having a picnic?" Mello whispered to Matt who only shrugged lazily in response. Nate smiled in their direction slightly, they offered a cheesy grin in return. He chuckled as he threw the bread at the ducks.

"Mind watching out for us, Nate?" the pair of them- both Matt and Mello- scolded, only just managing to dodge before impact. He just gave a sigh in response. Did he think their frantic question was rhetoric?

Deciding after a few minutes that he wasn't in a talkative mood, Mello thinking it was out of embarrassment from last night, they sat on either side of him staring blankly at the river in front of them. A young duck, in an evident frenzy for food, ducked under water only to pop back out a moment later with the bread ontop of its head rather than firmly between its beak. All three found it rather funny as they became enamoured with the nature surrounding them.

It was the next evening and this time the trio were sat watching the titanic. Near's mouth was full of popcorn, which he started choking on as soon as Jack began to die. His eyes welled with the same tears from the nights previous and as soon as the credits began to roll, he ran to his room, slamming the door loudly.

When Matt and Mello had decided to check on him, or rather make jokes at his dramatics, they found him curled under the covers, a photo of the three of them in his clenched fist. Unfortunately the picture was rather ruined, the ink smudged and the paper soggy with salty tears.

It was three hours later, precisely midnight, when Nate had awoken in a cold sweat, his forehead hot, cheeks streaked with the ghost of his earlier breakdown. "MATT! MELLO!" he screamed out, and when they went to comfort their bestfriend as usual, no matter what they tried he just wouldn't stop wailing. He beckoned them relentlessly to him until his voice grew hoarse, until he knocked himself out with his own screeching. Then he collapsed.

The next morning, Nate had left the house again.  Instead of going to the store though, he went to the florist. Two pink carnations, two blue salvias, and finally two forget-me-nots. Their trek home this time was also different to the way they came, but also different to the way they went last time. This time they trek over two hills, and down small cobble steps. Matt had almost tripped, Mello thankfully catching him in time before he knocked over the leading Nate and sent him flying down the stairs.

Nate hum a song to himself, though unfamiliar to both of them, they could easily tell it was some form of classical music. They walked silently now, allowing the sweet symthony to fill their ears until they came to a halt.

Truth be told, nothing could prepare them for the sight now ahead. They were in a graveyard, it was the same one which L's grave resided in. But not once had any of them thought to pay their repsects to him, not when he failed to show them basic respect at the orphanage. They carried on further along, catching up with Nate who had not stopped with them. Had he not heard? They then saw him bend down out the corner of their eyes, as they looked at the cemetary in an unsettled manner. 

The white-haired boy seemed to be spreading the flowers evenly into piles. "Nate," Mello whispered, feeling a chill go down his spine, "If you wanted to arrange flowers you could do it elsewh-".

But them facade cracked and they were left with the truth they were desperately trying to ignore. Two graves stood in front of them, sticking rudely from the ground. One which read 'Mihael Keehl', the other reading 'Mail Jeevas'. 

Never did Mello get to finish his sentence, all he could do was stare onwards in pity as Near began to cry for the final time they'd see. Matt began to hysterically laugh before breaking down and desperately trying to cling to Nate. "This is such bullshit!" he sobbed, Mello kneeling next to him in a state of shock.. terror.., "Why can't we hold our damn friend?". 

Nate left one of each flower he did buy on the fresh soil before turning and leaving.