Innocence (MelloxNear) (Death Note)

Chapter 4 | Matt's Broken Fantasy

I think this chapter has some form of rape in it... I'm not sure if it's rape, cause nobody gets penetrated but... Yeah. Take it.#

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And your tears don't mean a thing
I only come when you scream
I told you

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It had been weeks since Mello's outburst, and since then, he had been avoiding Near like the plague. Nobody else really noticed, as this was probably another Mello plan to get the edge on his competition. But that wasn't the case this time, and the only person who noticed Mello's unruly behaviour was...

"Melly, what's up? And don't you dare fucking say nothing. I've been your best friend for years, I know this shit." Matt grunted, obviously annoyed with everything that had been going on. Matt knew every little thing about Mello, and this was going against the blondes previous antics; the way he was more perked up than usual in his seat, as if he were expecting a shinigami to jump out and drag him to hell. The way he had been eating a strictly smaller amount of chocolate, about one bar per hour, opposed to his normal one per twenty minutes. (Matt highly doubted that the boy was dieting, as he was already matchstick thin) And the way that as soon as a certain white haired pest stepped into the room, Mello would leave without uttering a single word. Despite how others would have viewed it, taking note of Mello's every action was completely fine, according to the goggle wearing smoker. (Nobody had any idea of how he could take note of these moves, as Matt's eyes were always glued to his game.)

"Wait, are you and Near in some kind of twisted love thing and he found out that you and me had se-" Before Matt could finish his sentence, a sharp pain hit his temple, as Mello glared down at him viciously. If looks could kill, then the red head would have been to hell and back, had all of his limbs removed in a torturous manner and had to have visited a boy bands concert without anything to keep his mind stimulated. AKA- Some form of console.

"I swear to God, Matt..." The blonde mumbled harshly, outraged at the mere thought of being in some kind of relationship with Near. It wasn't the first time Matt had sunk as low as to say something that devious, because he knew it pissed Mello off to no extent. Just thinking about it... White hair clashing with blonde as all of that merged with the mysterious amber of the setting sun, as their hands sat entwined with one another, the translucent ocean lapping gently against the warm beach sand, as the two boys slowly leaned into each other, their lips only a fraction apart-

"OH GOD!" Mello schreeched into a pillow, his face contorted into a horrified ghastly pale. He felt so dirty and unworthy as he had had that thought, it had been so vivid, so real... So... Strangely alluring. No! What was he thinking? His worst enemy, Near. He shouldn't have been thinking this, but he couldn't help it. The brat had infected Mello's mind, as the poisen wasn't leaving any time soon. If only he hadn't have looked so cute, then none of this would have been happening. Mello would continue being the obnoxious twat he had always been, Near would be his silent opponent, and peace at Wammy's would be restored.

But no. Out of everybody to start to fall for, it was Near. Mello never knew he was into guys, but then again, he had never really digged chicks. But even if he was gay, he could have fell for a hot teenage heartthrob like Matt, the one guy that he had a sexual friendship with. Surely if you are conciousnof fucking someone, and it was your sober choice, then they are the person you should love. What was logic anymore? If all of this was, against Mello's will, actually happening, then there was no logically choice or answer for anything anymore. Only stupid assumptions and sheer guesswork.

"Melly, you can tell me anything, bro." Matt had genuinely paused his game, turned from the screen and crouched beside his best friend with benefits. If it weren't in Mello's bedroom, then other people would probably be shocked to witness the once in a lifetime moment. And that meant something in Wammy's. Muffling something inaudible into the pillow, Mello groaned, realizing Matt couldn't understand a word of that. Sitting upright, head pillowed in the palms of his hands, Mello sighed, knowing that his friend wouldn't give up easily. Time to throw in the towell.