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He couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t. He was done with the competition, with the constant pressure to be better, be better. He couldn’t beat Near. Couldn’t win, couldn’t top him, couldn’t be the next L because he just wasn’t fucking good enough to do it. Mello shook as he staggered into his room, putting a hand to the wall to support himself as he stared blankly at the floor, unseeing, not reacting to the carpet burns he acquired when he sunk dramatically to his knees, barely aware enough to put his arms out in front of him to avoid a fall as he slumped forwards. His blonde hair was sticky with sweat, g

Forty, Love : Chapter Four A Death Note Fanfic Disclaimers:  Uh… I dunno.  Been a while since my last update – sorry, to the few people who are reading this. --- “God, he’s going to kill me…” Matt paced around the room, pulling at his hair uncertainly.  The look on Mello’s face when he saw Matt leave L’s room… yeah, the blonde was going to maim him.  Not just hurt him – rip him limb from limb for lying to him. He threw himself down on the bed, groaning and hitting himself with his pillow.  “Gonna die…” he groaned into the fabric, rolling off the edge of the bed and landi

The blank white puzzle piece fell noiselessly to the polished marble floor as the owner of said piece came to an alarming and marvelously obvious realization.   Peculiar was one of many, many words that could be used to describe the boy that sat in the middle of the room.  A mop of snow white hair matched his silk garments to perfection along with a half completed puzzle filled with blank white pieces as to which no particular pattern could be distinguished.  Near was one of many orphans currently living in the daunting, isolated “Whammy’s House.”  The purpose of this orphanage was to pr

Stuck. Stuck in a room with his worst enemy. The arch-rival who was always first; always number one. Leaving him to forevermore be number two. --- Make my way up a spiral staircase… Hope to God you had a good day… Music played softly from the black laptop nearby, but he wasn’t really listening. The blonde was aware of a presence…warmth beside him that shouldn’t have been there. When you're furious… Near had chosen this, as if he were trying to say something; But no, Mello was sure the younger male felt just as much hatred towards him as he felt towards the smaller boy. Baby blue eyes locked on the ceil