Near... You stole everything from me. It's... all your fault, you know. Your whole existence is to blame. No matter what I did, or how hard at this I worked, I... God! It's like you weren't even trying! Like you didn't even care! Like you weren't even happy! You'd just give me that stupid grin... Just leave and go back to your goddamned puzzle. ⎯Why the hell do you have to be like that! Near, do you even want to be L? If not, then, how can I lose to someone like you? Is this just another game you're playing? Another white puzzle to solve? ...Do you give a damn either way?
Third Person:
It was pouring rain the night he left, cold and blustery, as were most Winchester nights. Of course, tonight would be much different. Tonight, he'd leave that prison behind. ⎯The Wammy's House, with its tall iron gates... Its noisy halls, and invasive stares. Its assignments and rankings, and...
Failures.
No. He hadn't failed. ...Not yet. He stopped to catch his breath, rain matting his hair and obscuring his vision. Mello narrowed his eyes, teeth clenched, and lips numb from the cold. No turning back now, and no reason to hurry. ⎯It wasn't as if they'd come to retrieve him.
Mello sneered, a bitter, resentful grimace of sorts.
It must have been some kind of joke. Did Roger really... Did Roger intend for them to work together? ⎯Near... Near used people like pawns on a board. Like a puzzle, he figured them out by matching the edges. Approaching, interacting with them as he would an equation. ...He'd always hated that about the boy. But, Mello... Mello was more than just a puzzle piece. More than the name that he'd been given. No, Mello would do things differently. This time, he'd do it his way, free from the bindings of law and restraint. He'd go underground. He'd find Kira first... Steal the Death Note, and reclaim his place.
Now, only a single slot remained. Surely, the title of "L" belonged to him!
Mihael "Mello" Keehl | Part Two
Near... You stole everything from me. It's... all your fault, you know. Your whole existence is to blame. No matter what I did, or how hard at this I worked, I... God! It's like you weren't even trying! Like you didn't even care! Like you weren't even happy! You'd just give me that stupid grin... Just leave and go back to your goddamned puzzle. ⎯Why the hell do you have to be like that! Near, do you even want to be L? If not, then, how can I lose to someone like you? Is this just another game you're playing? Another white puzzle to solve? ...Do you give a damn either way?
Third Person:
It was pouring rain the night he left, cold and blustery, as were most Winchester nights. Of course, tonight would be much different. Tonight, he'd leave that prison behind. ⎯The Wammy's House, with its tall iron gates... Its noisy halls, and invasive stares. Its assignments and rankings, and...
Failures.
No. He hadn't failed. ...Not yet. He stopped to catch his breath, rain matting his hair and obscuring his vision. Mello narrowed his eyes, teeth clenched, and lips numb from the cold. No turning back now, and no reason to hurry. ⎯It wasn't as if they'd come to retrieve him.
Mello sneered, a bitter, resentful grimace of sorts.
It must have been some kind of joke. Did Roger really... Did Roger intend for them to work together? ⎯Near... Near used people like pawns on a board. Like a puzzle, he figured them out by matching the edges. Approaching, interacting with them as he would an equation. ...He'd always hated that about the boy. But, Mello... Mello was more than just a puzzle piece. More than the name that he'd been given. No, Mello would do things differently. This time, he'd do it his way, free from the bindings of law and restraint. He'd go underground. He'd find Kira first... Steal the Death Note, and reclaim his place.
Now, only a single slot remained.
Surely, the title of "L" belonged to him!