Yandere Death Note Oneshots

Replacement | Mello

(Aged up)

(Domestic violence)

(This is not ok in the real world!!! This isn't ok in this, either! If you or anyone you know needs help, get help!)

"You always act like you're so much better than me!"

"But I am better than you."

As the two orphans began to argue, their tempers igniting the very air, a young albino haired boy sat somewhere near the corner. A stack of blocks lay in front of him as his dark, attentive eyes didn't stray for a moment.

Picking up a block, he didn't flinch even when you impulsively knocked off the objects from the wooden table beside Mello.

"Oy! You gonna clean that up?!" He screamed right back, crossing his arms. 

"No, you!" You childishly stuck out your tongue like the 8 year old you were.

It hadn't been more than 5 minutes of peaceful silence in that room because a fiery argument started. Whenever you and the ten year old Mello crossed paths, everyone knew to steer clear because it was like combining gasoline and a match. 

"You're such a kid!" Mello stamped his foot like he was a toddler having a tantrum.

You loomed over him, being taller than him at this age. "That's because I am one, dummy."

Raising your eyebrow, you smugly smiled at him like a cat who had gotten away with pinning the blame on a dog. 

Mellos whole demeanor shook. His fists by his sides trembled and the constipated look on his face only twisted into an expression of extreme awkwardness and uncomfortableness. Why was he feeling like this? Your smile irritated the blonde prodigy in a strange way, sending butterflies in his stomach.

"Sh-shut up!" His voice wavered, like a delicate high note on a violin. 

The smug smile on your face only widened. "You're stuttering because you know I'm right, right?" You teased the hotheaded orphan some more. 

Spinning circles around him, you continued mocking him. "Nah nah nah nah nah!" Feeling embarrassed at your antics, Mello chased you chasing him around the office desk, the two of you chasing each other like the fox that could never be caught and the dog that could always catch its prey.

Unbeknownst to the two of you (not including poor Near who was also in the room), the head of the orphanage, Mr. Rogers and the head detective were on their way to prepare for his next case. As the headmaster swung open the door, it hit poor Mello in the back of his head, sending him smack into Nears toys.

The blocks scattered erratically, the white haired boy finally breaking his attention from his toys to the now groaning Mello.

"My successors, I presume." L remarks, less like a question, glancing towards Mello and Near.

"L." Mello breathed out, quickly getting to a standing position, his chest puffed out with pride. This was the first time the detective had come to see them. Had he already come to a decision about his successor?

Pick me. Not Near. I'm better than him. (Mello the pick me girl, so quirky) 

Closing his eyes, he awaited the proud shoulder pat of L but alas it did not occur.

"Y/N, let's go." 

Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.

Mello rubbed his eyes. He was just hearing things, wasn't he? How could L pick someone as mundane as you over him?