Innocence (MelloxNear) (Death Note)

Chapter 6 | Slip Of The Tongue

Holy Atem, what is this majestic son of a bitch that you are reading right now? It can't be an update... CAN IT?! Holy *beep* on a *beep* sandwich with a side of extra *beep*.

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If you choose to stay you'll throw it all away!

And I just want to take your innocence...

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The kiss was weak and shaky in the beginning, mainly because Near had no choice but to stand on his tip toes while he did. Though soon, Mello fell out of his pool of shock and became purely involved in what was happening. He knew that Matt's blazing eyes were locked onto him right now, but he took no notice. Near had initiated this, so why not make the most of it? Though a tinging feeling in the back of Mello's mind was screaming at him; convincing him that he might not be able to stop this time... But it was too late for going back now.

The sugar sweet chocolate taste of his own lips merged with the tangy zest of Near's own citris ones (the albino had recently developed a strange liking to oranges, of all the things to have an addiction to!). However, their own individual flavours wasn't the only thing that mixed while they kissed. Mello distinctly showed a large proportion of lust and want, with a fair share of hatred. Near on the other hand, was merely curiosity. He wanted to know what Mello wanted with him. That was all...

That was all... It had to be... 

Suddenly, Near felt a shock wave up his spine as he fell to the thick oak ground with a massive thud. The air knocked out of him, the whitette knew who had pushed him instantly. It wasn't hard to spot that Matt had feelings for Mello. In fact, in Wammy's, people set their bets about their relationship. Some bet they were already having sex; some said that Matt was a complete closet case; others reckoned they were both in a full on relationship. Rumours were also spreading that they were officially engaged in the Fall, and were thinking of a Spring wedding. Of course, all of these were just Chinese whispers.

Even so, whenever Near heard people talking about it, he had always felt obliged to tell them otherwise. He didn't want Mello to be known as that gay guy who was having sex with a video game freak! They might have been mortal enemies, but Near cared for that blonde that always made things a competition. Actually, Near had never intended on being Mello's enemy, it was just the chocoholic and his rash decisions that caused the feud. If they had a chance to be friends, Near would accept it, for one reason:

Nobody interested him, other than Mello.

Other people were so bland and boring. Over the years, they had each gone into their little groups, and even then, Near wasn't bothered by their existence. They never spoke to him, he never spoke to them. And he was thankful nobody tried to talk to him, as he much prefer ed being alone. Or at least, wanted peace and quiet, not necessarily to be alone forever. That's what he was, though. He thought he would never be noticed or acknowledged, until that blasted boy came along and changed it. Of course, he was being hurt and pushed around, but that was better than being alone. It was much better than being secluded in his own mind, oh yes. Anything was better than that hell.

"What the hell, Mello?! Why did you just let him do that?!" Near could hear Matt yell, anger fueling his voice to the very core. Near had had no idea that Matt was there, until he had heard peculiar noises coming from Mello's room. That might have been why he kissed so hastily. Those horrible sounds were sickening, and Near wanted nothing else but to put an end to them forever. The grunts from Matt, the moans from Mello. Disgusting. 

"Dude, you can't blame me, he was the one that did it!" Mello snapped, arms crossed and lip pouted in a very childish mannor. Near could have broken a smile if it weren't for the situation that he was in. Even though he felt like he should have added something to the conversation, the albino kept quiet, and watched the situation before him unfold. It was when they were mad that Near could see Matt and Mello's rage filled sides the best. Matt was defencive and protective. Mello was snappy and terrible with comebacks. Neither of them would lose, which left a very bad situation when the fighting was with each other. 

"Didn't mean you couldn't push him away, dumb fuck!" Matt's patience was slipping away every second that passed. It was clear to Near that he really rad royally fucked everything up. Why did he have to get involved in the first place? Mello and Matt were quite obviously happy together, so why in L's name had you interfered with such a strange relationship, that despite looking rough and unworking on the outside, was truly sweet if you thought about it. Even if they fought, the two boys would stay best friends. Together. Forever.

Maybe that was what grinded Near's gears so much. He hated to see the two boys together. That on it's own is horrifying, yet the reasons why are even more confuzing. And Near was meant to know everything. It was possible that Near had always felt something for Mello; not knowing it. It made sense, two worst rivals, who wanted to be better than each other at everything falling in... Near shivered. He had always hated the word love. It meant that you would have to be with someone and trust them despite whatever happened. Near hated that. Because people betray and leave as quickly as they come and love. And anyways, the little albino had never experienced any of these feelings before, so it was hard to decipher whether it was love or just a longing for friendship.

That was, until, Mello kissed him. At that moment, the equations and numbers; the logical answers and solutions; the time he spent trying to figure out the blonde... All of those tumbled down in one instant. The walls he built up to stop him from developing feelings shattered. And Near would have savoured that moment, but the thing was... It hurt.

When Mello had him pinned, it hurt. When Mello was straddling him, it hurt. When Melllo's lips were on his, it hurt.

It hurt because all that he could be reminded of was his past, the one thing he had been trying to escape. He knew that it was Mello essentially raping him, but he could just think of-

"Well, why don't I try something?" It seemed like Matt had had enough of these games as he yanked Near to his feet with one swift movement, before glaring at him harshly, making Near inwardly squirm. Seeing no reaction, Matt leaned in, his face getting closer to Near's as he licked his dry lips, which were on a crash course with Near's. Mello's face had gone from a confuzed look to a contorted look of shock and horror.

"Matt stop it! He doesn't like being touched!" Mello quickly realized what he had said and clasped a hand over his mouth, knowing he had essentially just revealed everything. It was all over, Matt now knew.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know," Matt turned to Mello, a rage overflowing him as Mello's words hit him like an earthquake. "But tell me, Melly... How did you know?"

At this moment, only one word ran through Mello's head:

Shit.