Innocence (MelloxNear) (Death Note)

Chapter 15 | The Disappearance

I hate myself for doing what I have. I'm so so so NOT sorry, cause I'm evil. >:) Enjoy the feels, motherfucker. By the way:

Matt's real name is Mail Jeevas. (Pronounced Mile rather than Mail.)

Mello's real name is Mihael Keehl. (Obviously. It says it in the anime, duh.)

Near's real name is Nate River. (I've mentioned that one before though.)

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Child don't follow me home

You're just too perfect for my hands to hold 

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It was cold. The aching in Mello's limbs as they slowly froze, leaving him unable to move. The bitter air and dampness of the room only added to the evergrowing stiffness his body was going through. That combined with the surging pain oozing from his wounds and the purple bruises that littered his body. This man- this psychopath that had taken him hostage was relishing in every moment he spent in pain. And Mello knew he was experimenting with his ways of injury; Once he had finished beating him with a wooden bat, he immediately switched to knives, then to fire. The torture the blonde was being made to endure... It was too much.

Mello knew the name of his captor, but what help would that do? He couldn't escape to spread the word, so Beyond Birthday's name was irrelivent. All he knew was that this was his living hell, and that even Watari couldn't protect him from this madman. Watari... Thinking of him made tears spring to Mello's eyes. He had been there and watched as his only parent was ripped away from him forever. He had been forced to stare as the man's arms were contained, leaving him unable to attack. He could remember the deafening crack as the axe ran down into his skull, the blood patterning the surrounding area like wallpaper. 

Watari's lifeless body had crumpled to the ground like a tower of cards, the thud that resonated and the squelch as he landed in his own blood would haunt Mello always. He hadn't wanted this to happen, he didn't even know what anyone could do to deserve this horror. The boy couldn't get the image of his Father dying out of his head, and Beyond made sure he remembered. Every so often describing the sensation of bringing down that hatchett in such intense detail... Mello just wanted to throw up. He wanted to die.

"Mello!" A familiar voice cried, though the blonde boy couldn't bring himself to raise his head. He was too exhausted. But as soon as he realized who had found him, he had no choice but to inspect the situation. Just as he'd expected, his redheaded friend stood agape, horror ridden on his shocked face. Mello chuckled weakly.

"Welcome to my crib." He said hoarsely, voice cracking slightly as he attempted to brighten the situation. It obviously didn't work, and his friend was still as disgusted as ever. He must have looked like a wreck, Mello comprehended. He didn't eat much usually, just a bunch of chocolate that dissapeared into his body, but this had been entire day without food. He had been captured yesterday morning, and it was now nighttime the next day. So in that tiny time period, Beyond had managed to try out so many torture methods.

"This wasn't part of the deal, you bastard!" Matt roared, teeth bared like a rabid animal as he turned to the grinning psychopath behind him, who was staring at Mello with such beady eyes that filled the blonde with fear. He was never afraid, but this was pushing the boundries further than they ever could be pushed. Mello's ears perked up. What deal...? 

"Actually, you might change your mind..." Beyond trailed off, mischeif and mystery lacing his voice. Silence enshrouded the room; An air of confuzion and crypticness that both teenagers were mentally attempting to solve, while the only man stood smugly as they decided whether they really wanted to know or not.