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Tian. Call me Tian.
Sixteen. Tired, angsty, ecstatic, mad ball of unknown subject(s). Fighting for a life in the big house. Writing my mind out until I become a pro in harassing my own mind.
Honestly I don't know why every time I saw a picture of Near, (or read some fanfics about him) I get all bubbly and warm inside. It's like I'm gushing out in complete moe-ness for a lack of better word.
WHY AREN'T YOU ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE????????????????
Seriously. This story, reduced my happy joys to tears.
IDK what to say, except the reality sucks sometimes and right now I hate Oba and Obata sensei for killing Mello and give DN a slightly sad ending.
This passage:
You gaze down at his sleeping face, and there, you can see all that the two of you are (together)—all that you have been and all that you could (but will never) be, and that makes something tighten painfully inside of you, makes it hard to breathe for a second.
..is so much love. Seriously it's beautiful. And the story itself was meant to be hopeful, but sad at the same time. Y'know, it's supposed to show some more human side of M and N, and how they were so fucking obsessed with this game (catching Kira, only to avenge their idol) that they placed it on top priority above everything else (and it ruined everything. everything they could be. everything they've been.)
Please. Just leave me alone crying tears of sorrow and happiness.
If we were one, my hair would bear colour, my legs would be longer and my hands would be faster.
If we were one, tanned on pale and red on pink and golden on silver; black and white would melt into fire.
If we were one, I'd love to run in the sun, and you'd see the allure of dices.
If we were one, we'd be a perfect being, invincible and irreverent and self-sufficient.
If we were one, I'd lose my boundaries and we'd lose our limits, and my skin wouldn't mean anything anymore.
But since we can't be one, at least, make me feel your presence, force your existence into mine, grab my chin, part my lips, and fill every inch of me.
And now that you can't do it anymore, and my other half is lost, my body has become numb, and will be waiting, and will be mourning with every breath.
I love the whole thing. How it begins so tantalizingly curious on how would they be if they were one (perfect), to how Near knows it's impossible since they never could, and perhaps meant to be but never meant to be, and he wishes Mello to make him feel his presence, by every step he take, every breath he take, every words he speak. To feel, force his existence to his own, make Near feel every inch of Mello, alive and well, and they are one.
But then Mello's gone and Near's just a half of something that could've been so perfect. And he waits, in mourning, but no one would know because he's Near.
Note(s): It's just, IDK. Compared to others they're far more different than those children.
Okay, it's still a few. But that is why I love MN fluff. They just get to me like that~
I'm waiting for sis to draw Matt/girl!Near. IDK I just really want to see how it looks like.
I mean, I saw pics of Mello/girl!Near. Even my banner is using one of those pics. And Mello always looks like he's claimed Near as his own, that stupid bastard.
And I guess if it's with Matt, probably Near would get embarrassed so much, because Matt is such a fucking sap. Though he'd probably fulfill my dreams as a hopeless romantic.
And I just read a MN raep fic, they're both forced to do it and I can't help but cringe a little because Rod Ross is such a bitch and tear up a little when the part with Roger calling them "my children!" and Matt telling Near everything will be okay.
So Near bought a beach house for himself. Mello's away at Japan. And they both can only left voicemails because Near hardly wakes up when his phone rings.
Beautiful, because it mentions the sea and how Near knows Mello's going to love the view.
I like the sea. It's calm, and soothing. And when the sun sets to the horizon and the sky turns light blue to blue-gold to orange-and-pink-and-purple, and finally, a deeper blue, it's one of the things I'd like to spend my time with. I could never appreciate those little things like I do now.
Did I mention Matt in the background? He's being silly, teasing those two like a goof. Hell, he sang that silly rhyme for them! He's such an idiot.
Because I'm in deep shit with this story and can't get it out of my head xD
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Twenty: Road’s End
Greetings: This is N.
Usually, for every tale, there is a moral. There should be something to be learned; a point made out of the time consuming task of creating a story to bore others with.
However, usually, people are also idiots, and tell a story simply to take up precious time; most likely, this is one of those stories.
Yes…people are idiots.
Throughout the entire span of my life, I’ve been surrounded by nothing but idiots. Idiots are the people who work for me; idiots are the people who raised me in Wammy’s; idiots are the parents who never bothered to get to know me in the first place.
However, most of all, idiots are people who let themselves fall in love.
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“Near!” Far called, sauntering into the room while her long, silver locks bounced in sync with each step she took. She grinned as she held up a file in her hands, flipping it open.
“There’s a new case!” she said excitedly, handing him the file while she read over his shoulder. Near sighed, flipping it shut while rolling his eyes. “It’s simple. Any average moron of a policeman could solve this if they used a few brain cells. Hand it over to the Japanese Task Force.”
“Aww, Near. Ever since Kira was defeated, nothing keeps you interested anymore, huh?” she complained, tossing the file on a nearby table and plopping down dramatically on the floor.
Far’s eyes wandered up to Near; shining orbs full of curiosity. “Near…Do you think Kira was the last good criminal? I mean, ever since he was defeated, no one could even compare, to the point you rarely take cases anymore.”
“Far, I wouldn’t really call him the last ‘good criminal.’ In fact, I disagree that calling Kira a ‘criminal’ is a fitting title; it’s insulting.”
“Are you saying that what Kira was doing, killing all those people, was okay?”
“On the contrary; I don’t condemn what he did entirely and without question, but I also don’t agree with it. It can’t be denied that after Kira came into the picture, crime went down, and the world was ‘safer’….but it was not any gentler. A world that lives in fear of death is a world that is cruel and unusual.”
“So….you’re indifferent?”
“It’s all matter of what is considered ‘good’ and ‘evil’; meaning, it’s a matter of opinion.”
Far opened her mouth to speak, but it was the voice of Raven that sounded in the room. “Well, in my opinion, Kira’s nothing but a bigot who can burn in hell,” she said, bitterness hinting in her tone. “However, we should probably go back to the fact that Near’s one big, fat killjoy.”
“I am not. Do not blame me; blame criminals for not being creative enough.”
We’ll do it all
Everything
On our own…
“It’s been nine years since the crazy bastard kicked the bucket. Focus on the now, you numbskulls,” Raven scoffed, playfully rustling Far’s hair. “And right now, Near’s taking the entertainment equivalent of all his toys plus a sex doll put in one for granted.”
Far narrowed her eyes and scrunched up her nose, turning to look over her shoulder at Raven. “I certainly hope you’re not referring to me, because if you were, I’d turn you into the equivalent of a pile of dust.”
Raven bit her lip nervously, her eyes flickering to her left in desperation. “Um…of course not! I was obviously referring to….um….Gevanni!”
At the sound of his name being called, Gevanni perked his head up from amongst a pile of his things, confused and out-of-loop. Far and Raven burst into laughter, eyes brimming with tears as they gasped for breath.
We don’t need
Anything
Or anyone…
As Raven clutched her side from laughter, she peeked down to see Far collapsed from her former sitting position, laying on the floor in a giggling fit. With mischief in mind, Raven lunged out and pulled Near by the collar of his shirt, making him gasp in surprise as he tumbled to the floor on top of Far.
Putting her hands on her hips in triumphantly, Raven sashayed out of the room, directing Gevanni and any remaining SPK members in the vicinity to do the same. Within minutes, Near and Far were alone, as close as they could possibly get in the literal sense.
Far’s lips trembled, but pulled upwards into a smirk. “W-Well, hello there, stranger…”
“Yes…hi….”
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me,
And just forget the world?
Far gently pushed back on Near’s shoulders, making him roll off her and onto the floor. She sighed, staring upward at the ceiling as she brushed her bangs out of her eyes.
“Raven’s great, but she should know by now I don’t need people helping me with things like this. I can handle myself,” she murmured. Near lay on his back, also staring aimlessly up at the ceiling. He lolled his head to the side, staring at Far with half-lid eyes. He parted his lips, but couldn’t find the voice to speak.
I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel…
Far jerked as she felt a tug, and peered next to her to see Near twirling a strand of her hair. Pale gray irises flickered to her face every now and then nervously as his hand moved from her hair to her face. He gently brushed against the skin of her cheek, lightly enough that it sent waves of electricity through her. Far’s cheeks went from pink to bright red in a matter of seconds. She tentatively grasped his free hand in hers, the feeling of warmth contagious between them.
Those three words
Are said too much
They’re not enough…
“F-Far……Farrah Maidens,” Near whispered, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned forward in the same trancelike state he’d become accustomed to. His lips pressed against hers shyly; earning a small squeak of surprise from Far. Taking this as an opportunity, Near deepened the kiss, leaving Far surprised but utterly satisfied with the change in bravery.
Near pulled back, his breathing shallow and quickened. “I….love you,” he said quietly against her lips. Over time, he’d grown more used to saying this; a lesson Far had taught him that was etched into his heart. Far smiled, laughing to herself in bliss as her eyes remained closed.
“I love you, Nate River. Always have, always will, and I’m more than happy the feeling is mutual. Let’s keep it that way…”
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me,
And just forget the world?
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Love.
You fall into it as though it was a bottomless pit, and once in, you can’t immediately get out. To the person you feel this for, your heart, soul, and most likely control over your free will is given. They can treasure it, or they can absolutely crush it into a million pieces, where it will not matter if you pick them up as you try to move on; the memory remains.
To fall in love is a journey in which most give up along the way. To make it to the end, you must endure pain, uncertainty, fear, lust; an entire arsenal of harmful emotions Love uses as weapons against the sensitive Heart. As human beings, we still endure this seemingly torturous journey; all of this for the silly thing called Love, which was only out to get us in the first place. Love is vicious, taking no mercy on its victims.
‘Above all, idiots are the people who let themselves fall in love.’
It's Near/OC. Her name's Far. Yeah, totally predictable. And she looks like girl!Near. But she's not the Mary Sue type; she's more like the girls in romance movies that make you cry. Think Penelope.
But the story got me all warm and mushy inside, oh such fluff that I can't resist ^o^
The last chapter featured a POV from Near, about his life until the end of the Kira case. Lemme give you a preview, 'cause it's just so, IDK maybe honest? It makes me wanna go awwwww for the cuteness and cry. And probably die. Later.
Greetings: This is N.
Usually, for every tale, there is a moral. There should be something to be learned; a point made out of the time consuming task of creating a story to bore others with.
However, usually, people are also idiots, and tell a story simply to take up precious time; most likely, this is one of those stories.
Yes…people are idiots.
Throughout the entire span of my life, I’ve been surrounded by nothing but idiots. Idiots are the people who work for me; idiots are the people who raised me in Wammy’s; idiots are the parents who never bothered to get to know me in the first place. However, most of all, idiots are people who let themselves fall in love.
Love.
You fall into it as though it was a bottomless pit, and once in, you can’t immediately get out. To the person you feel this for, your heart, soul, and most likely control over your free will is given. They can treasure it, or they can absolutely crush it into a million pieces, where it will not matter if you pick them up as you try to move on; the memory remains.
To fall in love is a journey in which most give up along the way. To make it to the end, you must endure pain, uncertainty, fear, lust; an entire arsenal of harmful emotions Love uses as weapons against the sensitive Heart. As human beings, we still endure this seemingly torturous journey; all of this for the silly thing called Love, which was only out to get us in the first place. Love is vicious, taking no mercy on its victims.
‘Above all, idiots are the people who let themselves fall in love.’
………However, I cannot help but be intrigued….
What would that make me?
This is Near,
Signing off.
And the last chapter uses the song 'Chasing Cars'! And it totally fits! Aww!
Right now I'm grinning madly while throwing my arms occasionally and hugging myself. Come on guys, say it with me: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm high already. Tell Tony fucking Montana he's a good for nothing drug king; who needs coke when you have 24 hours full of fluffy, angsty, pretty stories?
Heh, I'm pretty sure my friends would think I'm overreacting over this one. Hell, maybe all of them don't like fluff! They like drama, or ANGST. Yeah, 'cause my classmates are EMO KIDS or SCENE WANNABEES. And I'm probably the only one who's being normal.
... okay, maybe I want to be a club kid. But I'd be one when I'm twenty, goddammit!
