![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Mello/Near (very mild)
Rating: G
FanFic100 Prompt: #70 Storm
Warnings: Very mild spoilers and blink-and-you'll-miss-it shonen-ai described by a weird metaphor.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note and I am making no money from this story. It has been written for entertainment purposes only.
Notes: I applied for this challenge on my main journal, but out of a desire not to spam my FList, I'm posting the Fics on my FanFic LJ.
The only noise was the crashing of the waves on the beach and the whistling of the wind as it sped through the long grass covering the sand dunes. Mello sat between two of the larger dunes, staring out over the dark water with his knees tucked up to his chest and a pensive expression on his face. It was probably not the best of times for him to be on the beach but he didn’t care. So what if it was late at night and there was a storm rolling in? It wasn’t as if anyone knew he was here, or even cared. Not now that he had left The Wammy House, and anyway, they still had Near.
He wrapped his arms tighter around his knees and glared as his thoughts turned to the pale boy who didn’t even need to try. When Mello had first arrived at The Wammy House, he had been surprised to find someone who was at least as intelligent as he was, and he had been determined to befriend him. Near had rejected him; preferring to play with his puzzles than pay attention to the lonely, new, Russian boy who had approached him. As a reaction, Mello had chosen rivalry over friendship, but that too had prompted no response from Near.
Mello wished desperately that he could hate Near, but he knew that in the end it would be as pointless as hating a marble statue.
He shivered as the first of the large raindrops to fall went straight down the back of his neck. The storm didn’t start slowly; instead that solitary drop heralded a furious downpour that soaked Mello to the skin in a matter of seconds. Mello didn’t care; Mello loved storms. The harsh tempo of the raindrops hitting his skin was soothing in its irregularity – not even Near would be able to find a pattern in it – and the howling of the wind and the crashes of thunder were the perfect match to his own turbulent emotions. Out here he could laugh and scream and cry and no one but the elements would witness it, but he still didn’t. He stayed motionless, watching as flashes of lightning illuminated the wildly surging water, the sight completely alien and yet familiar at the same time.
“It’s him,” Mello breathed after a while, the sound of his voice whipped away by the wind and lost in the cacophony of the storm. “It’s Near. He’s the lightning; I’m the water. Without the lightning there’s nothing to bring the water into focus, but without the water, there isn’t anything to light up.”
When Mello stated to laugh it was just the wind and the thunder that heard him, and when he started to cry the rain washed his tears away. It was too late to go back now: he had to keep going and finish what he had started, but he knew that his path would cross with Near’s once more. They couldn’t work without each other, even though they couldn’t work together either.
Title: Fields of Innocence
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Mello/Near
Rating: PG-13
100Songs Prompt: # 58 Fields of Innocence by Evanescence
My Table: Three
Warnings: Shonen-ai, very mild spoilers
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or the song Fields of Innocence. I am making no money from this story and it was written for entertainment purposes only.
Notes: I applied for this challenge on my main journal, but out of a desire not to spam my FList, I'm posting the Fics on my FanFic LJ.
It had been a long day, and the small boy, nervous and twitchy at first, had finally succumbed to his exhaustion and had fallen asleep, cuddled against Roger and covered by the thin blanket the airline had provided. At first glance the child could easily have been a girl, but it was only when looked at more closely that an observer would notice the more masculine features hidden under baggy clothes and long, strawberry-blonde hair. The boy, Mihael, was painfully thin: a harsh reminder of the poverty in Russian orphanages and he only had very basic English, but he was strong and determined and despite the obscurity of the place he had grown up in, he had attracted Roger and Wammy’s attention to him like a moth to a flame. The boy was a genius.
I still remember the world
Through the eyes of a child
Mihael looked up at the Victorian mansion that sprawled over the surrounding green landscape. He could hear the voices of children as they laughed and played, and he could hear a gentle whooshing sound like nothing he had ever heard before. He looked up at the man next to him, hardly believing that all of this was real.
“I live here now?” he asked, faltering a little over the alien language, but receiving a smile for his efforts.
“Yes,” Roger replied. “For as long as you want to.”
“Then I stay forever,” Mihael decided.
Slowly those feelings were clouded
By what I know now
It was hard, but Mihael didn’t care. He adjusted to his new name: Mello; he threw himself into his studies and within months his progress was noticeable. He was almost fluent in English – though he was known to fall back into Russian when frustrated or upset – and he had made friends. In fact, he was one of the most popular boys at the orphanage, although there was one boy who barely seemed to notice he was there. The other children told him the boy was called Near, and that he barely spoke, and that he had been at The Wammy House for as long as anyone could remember.
He reminded Mello of the snow he had grown up surrounded by. Near was pale and cold to everyone who came near him, apart from Roger, Mr Wammy and a boy called L who visited the orphanage occasionally. The other children didn’t like him very much, and tried to avoid him as much as possible, but to Mello he was fascinating. He wanted to know him; wanted to find out everything that he could about him. He wanted to be Near’s friend.
Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
Near had been unsure of him at first, but slowly, slowly he had accepted Mello into his world. They never spoke of the past and how they came to be at The Wammy House. Near just knew that Mello had hated his orphanage; Mello knew that something bad had happened to Near. He was curious, but he knew better than to ask. Near’s trust in him was tenuous and he did not want to break it.
Mello’s friends didn’t understand why he wanted to spend some of the days he could have been playing football with them holed up in the toy room helping Near build towers of dice and Lego and building blocks. They didn’t understand that he needed the peace and the silence that Near gave him, and the memories of snow-covered ground that he provoked.
I still remember the sun always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Slowly, Near started to reciprocate the efforts that Mello made. He would come outside to sit with Mello in the grounds and gave up at the leaves on the trees and the clouds beyond. They would lie in the shade together – Near wasn’t too fond of bright sunlight – and they would be silent because neither of them needed words.
A year after Mello’s arrival at The Wammy House, Near led him down to the beach. Mello had never been there before, and he was enchanted. Near sat on the sand and watched as Mello played in the water and hunted for shells, and he let a tiny smile touch his lips. Mello was always so open and free, and Near, who wasn’t, found that to be his most admirable quality.
When he had tired, Mello joined Near and helped him build a fortress out of sand. He gave Near a shell – white, with a pale pink hue on the inside – and Near gave him a kiss.
Where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Mello loved Near’s eyes. He had thought that they were blue at first, but on closer inspection they had revealed themselves to be pale green. They were like the first green growth of spring breaking through the snow and they were beautiful: they were the only part of Near that showed emotion on a regular basis. After that day on the beach, when they would lie together on the grass or the sand or the floor of one of The Wammy House’s many rooms, Mello found that he could spend hours gazing into those eyes.
Near was happy to return his gaze. Mello’s eyes were a strange copper colour and while usually they had a piercing quality to them like the eyes of a hawk, when they rested on him their gaze would turn gentle. Near liked seeing that look in them, because he was the only one it was directed at.
He wasn’t sure, but looking at Mello, he thought he could be in love.
Oh I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything
Sometimes Near would sneak into Mello’s room at night. He would stand nervously in the doorway, the light that was kept on in the hallway making his hair glow gold in the as he stood on the border between light and dark. The light would always wake Mello – who told him once that he looked like an angel standing there – and he would be invited into the quiet darkness to curl up against Mello’s thin body and forget the blood-soaked nightmares that had sent him running to the older boy in the first place. Mello never complained. He would wrap an arm around Near’s waist and cuddle him close, inhaling the soft lavender scent of Near’s hair.
Once, when his eyes had adjusted to the gloom and Near had seen the crucifix hanging on the wall by Mello’s bed, he had asked what Mello’s God would say about them. Mello hadn’t cared.
“If God had a problem then he would tell me,” he growled, tiredness making his accent stronger until his words were barely recognisable as English. “And even then I would risk Hell for this.”
Near had gone to sleep with a smile on his face.
Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything
L told them that they were his heirs. Mello hadn’t understood at first, but after it was explained that L was the most powerful private detective in the world, he was excited. It was only after he realised that he would be competing against Near for the position that his world had fallen apart. He had looked up at L and nodded, and he had been unable to look at Near in the eye again.
Near stopped coming to his room at night, and he retreated once more into his world of toys and towers and puzzles that should have been impossible to solve. Mello retreated once more to his books and his studies, trying as hard as he could to surpass Near. The other children at The Wammy House watched from a safe distance as they always had and whispered that L had broken them both because neither was whole without the other. It was ironic that the only people who couldn’t see that were the most intelligent people in the orphanage.
I still remember the world
Mello stood in the doorway of the hotel room, having been able to get in after stealing one of the master keys from a laundry maid. The glow of the hallway light shone on his hair, picking out the natural highlights and making it look like blood-tinted gold. Near looked up from his laptop but didn’t move from where he sat on the floor, his legs curled beneath him.
Mello shivered as pale green eyes, illuminated by the glow of the laptop screen, travelled over his leather-clad body, and a tiny smile touched Near’s lips. It was the only invitation he needed: one without words but that spoke a great deal. He walked across the room and sat next to Near, never speaking and never taking his eyes off him. He handed him a small white shell with a pink inside and smiled against warm lips when Near kissed him.
Lyrics
Title: Karma Chameleon
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Mello/Near
Rating: PG-13
100Songs Prompt: #90 Karma Chameleon by Boy George
My Table: Three
Warnings: Shonen-ai, very mild spoilers
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or the song Karma Chameleon. I am making no money from this story and it was written for entertainment purposes only.
Notes: I applied for this challenge on my main journal, but out of a desire not to spam my FList, I'm posting the Fics on my FanFic LJ.
Desert loving in your eyes all the way
If I listen to your lies would you say
I’m a man without conviction
“God dammit Near!” Mello’s shout rang through the halls of the Wammy House, echoing off the hardwood flors. Children outside of the room flinched and backed away, all of them knowing better than to intrude on one of Mello’s – mostly one-sided – fights with Near.
Near looked up from the Lego fortress he had built around himself, briefly meeting Mello’s eyes and seeing the anger there. He looked down again just as Mello shouted for him to take him seriously for once.
“I do take you seriously, Mello,” Near assured him. “Most of the time you are worthy of it, but you cannot expect me to believe that…”
“Oh just shut up!” Mello yelled. “It doesn’t matter!”
He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Near put another Lego brick in its place and looked up towards the door.
I’m a man who doesnt know
How to sell a contradiction
You come and go
You come and go
For months Mello refused to speak to Near. Even his usual snide remarks were forgotten as he avoided the younger boy. The other children, Matt in particular, worried at this sudden change, but every time someone brought it up, Mello would snap at them, swear at them in Russian and stalk off in a huff. But despite his silence towards Near, he would spend hours watching him from the other side of rooms, pretending to read or draw or do anything while really his eyes were fixed on the pale boy.
Near had noticed of course; how could he not? He could feel Mello’s eyes on him, the prickling sensation on the back of his neck as he was stared at. It made him feel very uncomfortable, but he was reluctant to provoke Mello further by mentioning it. Instead he concentrated on his toys and the games he would only play with himself, determined to ignore the spectator gazing in on his private world.
Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon
You come and go
You come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red, gold and green
Red, gold and green
“Do you really think that it would work?” Near asked. Mello paused and turned to look at him. They were walking to class together, Near having slowed his pace down so that he could walk beside his now constant shadow.
“What are you babbling about?” Mello demanded. He looked confident, but the slight – very slight – strengthening of his accent belied the fact that he was nervous. After all, the last time he had spoken of his feelings to Near he had been rejected.
“Us,” Near said. With that he slipped his hand into Mello’s and held on, even though Mello froze and stiffened up and looked like he was going to yell and run away again. Near was glad when Mello relaxed after a moment and squeezed his hand gently.
“Come on,” Mello muttered, and he started to lead Near towards their classroom. Near followed, looking at the way Mello’s fingers curled around his own. It wouldn’t be easy: he and Mello were far too different to get along all the time, but they could try.
Mello glanced back over his shoulder just in time to see Near smile.
Didn’t hear your wicked words every day
And you used to be so sweet I heard you say
That my love was an addiction
When we cling our love is strong
When you go you’re gone forever
You string along
You string along
It was L, in the end, and Kira, and their whole world fallng down around them that drove them apart. The Wammy House was no longer a haven for them, and their idol had proved to me as mortal as everyone else. Roger had invited them to work together but Mello had refused. He didn’t want to rely on Near to get his revenge. He didn’t want to be faced with Near’s lack of grief and calm façade when his emotions were tearing him up on the inside. He didn’t want…
Mello fled the Wammy House. He didn’t even leave a note behind to tell Near why he had left; not that Near needed to be told. He had seen it in the tears streaming down Mello’s face as he had run from Roger’s office. What Mello had left behind, however, was far more precious than any excuse set out in his untidy scrawl could be: his photograph. Near pulled it from Mello’s bedside drawer and held it in one hand as he sat on Mello’s bed – no, not Mello’s any more.
Near wondered if Mello would remember them. He wondered if, for a moment, Mello would look back and remember him as a person rather than the initial on a computer screen he would become.
Every day is like a survival
You’re my lover not my rival
Every day is like a survival
You’re my lover not my rival
Working against Kira and the new L, Near barely had time to stop thinking. He would build castles around himself from Lego, reenact situations and occurances with plastic models and finger puppets, and he would puzzle over the identity of both men – for he was sure they were one and the same. However, when he was allowed a moment to himself in the dark of the night, he would bring out Mello’s photograph and study it, his eyes travelling over the features he had long ago memorised.
He knew that, despite their working together, Mello saw him as a rival again. He wondered if Mello remembered that they had ever been anything else.
I’m a man without conviction
I’m a man who doesnt know
How to sell a contradication
You come and go
You come and go
By the time security reported the breach and advised Near to get out of the building, it was too late. Mello had already found him. The two boys – men now, really – stood staring at each other from opposite sides of the room.
“I thought you were dead,” Near said, pausing in his actions of towelling his hair dry.
Mello shrugged. “It’s just more scars.”
“How did you survive?” Near sat down on the floor, indicating for Mello to join him. Mello did so, sitting cross-legged resting his weight on his arms.
“When the van crashed, Takada was knocked unconscious and I was killed. She finished writing my name in the Death Note after she came round but it didn’t work because I was dead. I was revived by paramedics on the way to hospital.”
“I see,” Near murmured. “So you were revived after the Death Note was supposed to kill you, and that cancelled out its effects.”
Mello nodded. They sat in silence for a moment before the intercomm crackled into life, warning Near that an unauthorised person had entered the building. He smirked at that, and pulled a small bar of chocolate out of his coat pocket as Near replied that the guards could go back to ‘guarding’ and that the intruder had been dealt with.
“Will you be staying?” Near asked, turning back to look down at Mello. Mello titled his head back so that he was looking at Near – albeit upside down – and smiled.
“I’ll come and go,” he said.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-04-30 10:54 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-10-22 10:42 am (UTC)From:I didn't think I'd be able to ever find such well-written fic for this pairing. Thank youuuu. <333