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Title: Passing Notes
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Pairing: Mello/Near
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Kid!Fic. Someone confesses to Mello via Post-Its. There's only one person in the House who's both that creepy and adorable.
Author's Notes: This was written for the prompt 'Post-It Notes' on my GenPrompt Bingo table.
There’s a Post-It note stuck to his chemistry textbook. There’s a tiny doodle in the corner that suggests that someone found a pad of them and turned them into a flip-book, but the real message is not a stick-figure breakdancing. It’s the I really like you scrawled in nondescript black biro. There’s no lingering trace of scent, no signature, no clue except for the tiny break dancer.
There’s another one stuck to his algebra notes. This Post-It isn’t a large yellow rectangle like the last; it’s a luridly pink heart – one with the sticky strip gong straight down the middle of the shape instead of the edge. It smells of cheap, girly perfume, and the only sign that it’s from the same person is the writing. Still in black biro; the letters match up with the original. I might even love you.
It’s a nice sentiment, if a little creepy. Mello’s never been loved before.
He finds more and more of them over the next few months. The first one, the break dancer note, he discovers originally belonged to Matt, which causes him to give his best friend the side-eye until a bright green Post-It appears, smudged with flour, on his bedroom door with the message I’m not Matt written on it. Which…is good to know. Matt’s cool, really, but Mello doesn’t swing for the lazy type.
That it’s not Matt just means it could be any one of over a hundred other people in the orphanage.
The second note belonged to Electra. Not much of a surprise there – Mello already knew she had a crush on him – and besides, it’s obviously her perfume. The note decorated like a ladybird came from Linda, who hates him; the others are harder to trace. (Except for the one with the flour, which obviously belonged to the cook before it was liberated.) Post-Its are, after all, fairly innocuous.
He collected them, though. Even the ones that were less complimentary - Mello is a stubborn brat; Mello’s temper is his least attractive feature - because despite being an absolutely mental way of telling someone you like them, they were at least building up a realistic picture of him. Whoever it was, this wasn’t a distant crush; this person actually knew him. And still liked him. Possibly loved him.
Whatever, it was flattering, even when it wasn’t.
Neon squares; silly, cutesy shapes; large, creamy pale rectangles – all with the same message. All where he would find them. Following his day-to-day schedule like it had been memorised. It was all a little creepy, actually, but so bizarrely innocent that – Wait. Only one person in Wammy’s was that weird.
He scrawled a message of his own and slapped it onto Near’s back as he passed him in the hall. I like you too, bastard.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Pairing: Mello/Near
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Kid!Fic. Someone confesses to Mello via Post-Its. There's only one person in the House who's both that creepy and adorable.
Author's Notes: This was written for the prompt 'Post-It Notes' on my GenPrompt Bingo table.
There’s a Post-It note stuck to his chemistry textbook. There’s a tiny doodle in the corner that suggests that someone found a pad of them and turned them into a flip-book, but the real message is not a stick-figure breakdancing. It’s the I really like you scrawled in nondescript black biro. There’s no lingering trace of scent, no signature, no clue except for the tiny break dancer.
There’s another one stuck to his algebra notes. This Post-It isn’t a large yellow rectangle like the last; it’s a luridly pink heart – one with the sticky strip gong straight down the middle of the shape instead of the edge. It smells of cheap, girly perfume, and the only sign that it’s from the same person is the writing. Still in black biro; the letters match up with the original. I might even love you.
It’s a nice sentiment, if a little creepy. Mello’s never been loved before.
He finds more and more of them over the next few months. The first one, the break dancer note, he discovers originally belonged to Matt, which causes him to give his best friend the side-eye until a bright green Post-It appears, smudged with flour, on his bedroom door with the message I’m not Matt written on it. Which…is good to know. Matt’s cool, really, but Mello doesn’t swing for the lazy type.
That it’s not Matt just means it could be any one of over a hundred other people in the orphanage.
The second note belonged to Electra. Not much of a surprise there – Mello already knew she had a crush on him – and besides, it’s obviously her perfume. The note decorated like a ladybird came from Linda, who hates him; the others are harder to trace. (Except for the one with the flour, which obviously belonged to the cook before it was liberated.) Post-Its are, after all, fairly innocuous.
He collected them, though. Even the ones that were less complimentary - Mello is a stubborn brat; Mello’s temper is his least attractive feature - because despite being an absolutely mental way of telling someone you like them, they were at least building up a realistic picture of him. Whoever it was, this wasn’t a distant crush; this person actually knew him. And still liked him. Possibly loved him.
Whatever, it was flattering, even when it wasn’t.
Neon squares; silly, cutesy shapes; large, creamy pale rectangles – all with the same message. All where he would find them. Following his day-to-day schedule like it had been memorised. It was all a little creepy, actually, but so bizarrely innocent that – Wait. Only one person in Wammy’s was that weird.
He scrawled a message of his own and slapped it onto Near’s back as he passed him in the hall. I like you too, bastard.
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Date: 2016-04-11 12:57 pm (UTC)From:I'm really new in this fandom and right now I'm devouring everything I can find, and who would've thought you wrote fics for it :3
And even a long one with my favourite character ^^ Yeah, Mello it is <3
However, I really love the flow of the fic. That you built it up the way it could really happen, with a little puzzle of who it's going to be, and awwwwwwwww, that last line killed me <3 <3 <3
I love this, very well done :)