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Title: The Cost of Independence
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Past Mello/Near
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note and I am making no profit from this story. This story was written for entertainment purposes only.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Mello's impending doom.
FanFic 100 Prompt: 94 Independence
Notes: As this prompt was with the holiday prompts in the table, I have a sneaking suspicion that it was supposed to be related to Independence Day. Um...no. That didn't happen.

In retrospect, his freedom hadn’t been worth the cost, and had instead pulled him into a dangerous world and away from the few people who had ever claimed to care for him.

 

Mello’s fingers ghosted over the scar that covered half of his face, letting the smooth, cool leather of his gloves sooth the old burn. If he closed his eyes he could just about pass the supple material off as Near’s gentle fingers, and if he focussed then the smoky reek of his and Matt’s dingy apartment gave way to the scent of a fresh sea breeze on a summer’s evening that was all too long ago. Mello smiled in memory: for one, glorious summer, Near had been his, but then L had died and he had pushed the other boy away.

 

Abruptly he lowered his hand and opened his eyes once more. He grabbed the black motorcycle helmet and strode to the door. He knew he would probably die, and he knew that it was more than likely that he would never see Near again, but he had to end this – help Near end it – because a life of shadowy loneliness and a broken heart was the cost of his independence.

Title: Smell
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Mello/Near
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note and I am making no profit from this story. This story was written for entertainment purposes only.
Rating: PG-13
FanFic 100 Prompt: 36 Smell
Notes: I warn you now: it's a fluffy drabble.

It would have been more romantic, Near thought, if he could say that the first time they had kissed, Mello had smelled of jasmine or some other kind of flower. Instead, after having spent the day outside, playing in the sun, Mello had smelled of sweat and grass and fresh air.

But then, nothing about Mello was romantic - he had pulled away and said that Near smelled like dust - so Near supposed that it didn't really matter.

 

Title: The Photograph
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: None! Mello and Near are both in it though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note and I am making no profit from this story. This story was written for entertainment purposes only.
Rating: PG-13
FanFic 100 Prompt: 27 Parents
Notes: I actually wrote two ficlets for this prompt, but this was the better one, so I decided to post this one instead.

Mello glanced over at Near’s side of the room. It was too neat, too cute, and far too like Near for his own comfort. He spotted a photograph on Near’s bedside table. It was of a beautiful young woman with dark hair and brilliant green eyes. She looked familiar somehow.

 

“Who’s that?” His own question surprised him, and the sound of his voice – Mello usually avoided talking to Near as much as possible – made Near jump. Near looked over to where Mello was pointing, and shrugged before returning his attention to his toys.

 

“My mother,” he replied.

 

Mello stood and crossed the room to study the photograph more intently. She did look a lot like Near, if you discarded her hair and eye colour.

 

“What happened to her?” he asked.

 

“She died,” Near said tonelessly. “She committed suicide after killing my father in self-defence.”

 

“My parents are dead too,” Mello said. He had no idea why: it wasn’t like Near was upset, and he had probably figured out that something had happened to Mello’s parents, considering they lived in an orphanage. “It was a car accident.”

 

Near looked up at him from the Gundam model he had been playing with on the floor. “Do you miss them?” he asked.

 

“Sometimes,” Mello admitted. “What about you?”

 

Near glanced towards the photograph. “I miss her all the time, but…I hate her.”

 

“Why?” Mello asked.

 

“She saw me watching her when she pulled the trigger.”