Innocence (MelloxNear) (Death Note)

Chapter 12 | Being Summoned

Yes this chapter is boring, shut up. Tell me something I don't already know. Next chapter is going to have EXCITEMENT AND FUN AND LOTS OF WORDS. So look forward to that.

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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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Mello had no idea how he had ended up in Watari's office today. It wasn't as though he had been breaking any rules as of late! In fact, he had barely done anything noteworthy since his little brat had left. Everyone else had noticed that Wammy's had an usually calm aptnomsphere since he had calmed down, but they weren't fully convinced they liked it. Where was the excitement and the tension? Where were the budding rumours between the two that they could only wish were true? 

Poof. Gone.

It had come to Mello's attention that maybe Watari had noticed his withdrawn behaviour and was worried about him, but then again, it wasn't in the elder man's behavioural pattern to interfer with the kids lives, and prefered to just watch the events from the sideline, most probably betting on what the outcome would be. Last time there was a large brawl, he had felt inclined to seperate them, but had opted to just see what would happen next. Considering there were no major injuries to his children, he found no harm in what he had done. Not like he would admit to such a strange and unfatherly felony.

"Mello, do you have any idea why I have brought you here today?" Watari asked, stood next to an oak bookcase, trailing his wrinkled fingers lightly over the dusty hardback covers, holding in the urge to sneeze violently as a wave of the dirt wafted into his face. His office in itself was just to be expected; Dated furniture going back several decades, the cracks in the mostly wooden statures showing more stories than a thousand words. His desk was cluttered with a random array of paperwork, many of which were never going to be completed, no matter how important they were. Another odd pile of books sat perched upon the edge of the table, one slight movement sure to send the novels toppling. And of course, there was his laptop; The source of his investigating prowess.

"Not a clue." Mello admitted smoothly, leaning one arm against the back of the wooden seat he was sat upon, his left knee brought up, immitating Near's signiture seating position without even realizing what he was doing. The blonde sharply raised an eyebrow when he saw a look of amusement sweep across the elder's face as Watari scanned his current state.

"Take a look at just how you are sitting." Hearing this, Mello looked down, not seeing a problem with how he had situated himself. That was when he realized something that confuzed himself. Since when had he...? Clearing his throat and shoving his leg down, before leaning forward and completely wiping the previous way of sitting away, Mello cursed himself for being so hung up over Near that he had begun to reenact the albino's character traits.

"I don't see a problem with how I am sitting." He lied, a fake spark of innocence playing on his face as he looked up at Watari, an "I-Have-No-Clue-What-You-Are-Talking-About." look plastered on his features, as he silently pleaded for the man to forget what he just saw. That was not going to be the case, as he knew it well, but at least it was worth a try.

"In case it has not been spread around, Near is currently residing with L," Watari paused in the middle of his explanation, as if suddenly recalling something he had needed to say. "This is classified information, Mello. Not a word of this to the others. Understand?" The boy in question nodded his head eagerly, wanting nothing more at the moment than to hear what was about to be confided in him. It had always been Near recieving the output on secrets, never him, so this was a special moment in his life. That conbined with the fact that this could possibly lead to him getting his toy back.

"The reason he is there is for his personal safety..." The chocoholic's face changed from interested to completely confuzed. Who could be out to hurt Near? "I might not be able to tell you who - since that is not my information to tell - but what I can say is that it is a serial killer that is out for revenge and always gets what he wants. Of course, with L, Near is fully protected and looked after, but..."

"If he is fully out of this persons reach, then why in the hell have you brought me here?" Mello interupted, not bothering to wait for him to finish his sentence before his anger took over him. Short tempered wasn't close to describing the blonde. A roll of the eyes was all it took Mello to slouch in his seat and simmer down for a moment.

"As I was saying, he is perfectly safe, but there is something slightly unnerving that L found on Near's person..." Ears pricking up upon hearing this, Mello turned around to be fully facing the older man, still remaining seated. His mind rushed thoughts of what could have been found. A stab wound? No, that wouldn't apply to me. Drug traces? Nah, Near isn't that depressed... Right? Wait... Colbalt eyes widening in horror, Watari gave a knowing look to the boy shuddering in disbelief before him.

"Care to explain why Near had a bitemark on his shoulder? Or more specifically... Why was some chocalte ridden in it?" Mello seemed to now be paralysed, he couldn't answer, he couldn't run away. He could just sit there, gaping like a dead fish, whilst all the blood rushed to his head. This was it, wasn't it? This was the final straw. He was going to be kicked out and left to die on the streets. He wouldn't even be able to say goodbye, or beg to be forgiven. It wasn't like he had an acceptable excuse anyways, so it was sink or sink.

"L has requested your presense. You can go or stay. You have one hour." Watari burst out, before leaving the room, leaving a shell shocked Mello in his stead. After just being caught out for essentially almost raping the successor to L, why had he just suddenly been summoned by the leading detective in the world? Why hadn't Watari eased the invitation on lightely, and why on earth had he just left like that without lecturing him or giving him a proper punishment? It wasn't like him, unless this was a specific order from L, to shock him into submission and keep him from choosing...

He had to go. He had to go save Near from whoever it was trying to hurt him. That little brat had grown on him more than he could have ever imagined, and no one was about to hurt his not-so-boyfriend. No one was to hurt the albino other than him, and he was to make sure of that. It was his body to taint, not a psychopath's. Fists scrunching up in balls, Mello could only internally fume as he merely thought of someone causing the younger one to squirm as that sweet, sweet blood was drawn from his porcelain skin. If Mello stayed, it would all be stripped away from him, and he wouldn't know what to do if he was left alone. His grades would decease, because he had nothing to strive toward beating, so he would most likely TRULY be kicked out for real.

He was going to protect Near and not even Matt could attempt to stop him. No amount of begging or pleading, or screams of denial.

Nothing was going to stand between him and his happiness.