Me: *Running around in circles*

Matt: What's wrong with Kelsey?

Mello: Apparently, she has 3 other stories typed out in her mind besides the one "Gamer Girl" and is going to explode from an overflow of "Plot Bunnies."

Matt: Oh! Well that totally makes sense.

Mello: Maybe to you.

Matt: Though I thought she didn't like bunnies...

Me: Do the Disclaimer, Mello!

Mello: Why me?

Me: Because if you don't, I will take various porn pictures of you and send them to MissehKeehl! Then I will steal the Slash Note from Near's Guide To High School, make you and Matt have sex, I will video-tape that, and send it to MissehKeehl as well!

Mello: Who is this "MissehKeehl?"

Me: Le Gasp! She's like, my idol, and your WIFE! How DARE you forget your WIFE!

Mello: Well, you control all my actions!

Me: Just do the damn disclaimer before I ruin your rep.

Mello: *Sigh* Kelsey doesn't own Death Note, but she does own the OC.

Me: Who loves Near more than you~

Mello: GRRR!

He worshipped her from afar. I suppose you could say that, but it's more like studying. Studying her from afar. Possibly stalking, but let's not go into detail, shall we?

She was alluring and charming, a deadly combination. Apathetic, angry, egotistical, yet happy, immature and hyper. She was very hard to read. Yet so easy to like.

Her name was Psyche. She was...different, to say the least. She knew just how to get to you by one conversation. Knew just how to make you fall in love by one conversation...

She made him fall in love by one conversation. I pity the fool...

He was irritable and fiery, but she saw something special in him...

His name was Mello. The boy who studied her, everyday, as if she was some exotic, rare, endangered species.

She may as well have been. Her superior mind was surely not human... He knew... Because of that one conversation...

... That one conversation.

"...Hey," He said, she turned around, almost surprised to see him there.

"What do you want? I was going to the common room to check if Near was there," She turned her head back in the direction she was heading, her black hair flicking her face. "...But of course he is. So what do you want?"

"Can't I just want to have a friendly conversation with a kind stranger?" Mello smirked as he said this.

"No. I'm not a dumbass, Mello," She narrowed her ocean eyes, and they glinted with impatience. "What is it, Mello? If you have nothing to say, I'm going to my little Pillow."

Her little Pillow...? Mello thought. ...Near...?

"I was just wondering why you hung out with," He struggled to say the name he hated to much. "N-Near."

Psyche blinked. A smile meant to dazzle all onlookers plastered on her face. Mello's face started to represent a strawberry.

"That's what you wanted to know?" He nodded, taking a bite out of the chocolate bar in his hand.

"Easy! He's nice, and sweet when you get to know him. I enjoy his presence, he calms me." Mello grimaced, he'd never heard anyone say such nice things about Near.

"Plus," She motioned for him to come closer, "He's pretty friggin' cute, too..."

She giggled. He was mortified. Near? Cute? She most be suffering from Psychosis.

Psyche patted his head. "You're cute, too, just not my type." She raised towards the door to the common room, conveniently located down the hall, winking at him before disappearing inside.

Not her type? Mello thought. ...What type is he?

"Hello, Near." Psyche said, just barely above a whisper, joining him in the empty corner where he puts that blank puzzle together everyday.

"Hello, Psyche," Near said in return, not looking up from the puzzle. "Did something interfere on your way here? You usually arrive earlier than this."

Psyche blinked. "Oh, Mello wanted to talk to me about something."

"I see..."

Psyche gave Near a small hug, and Near visibly stiffened. She was the only one he'd allow this close yet he still wasn't used to the small hugs - and occasional kisses - she would give him. Nor was he used to the fact she'd come out of nowhere and tell him he's cute...

He blushed at the thought, and she let go of him, pulling a book out of seemigly no where- Book Space, if you will, and began reading.

They stayed like that for about have an hour, then Psyche put the book away, leaned against Near, and fell asleep.

Near didn't mind the extra weight.

He watched. Watching her cuddle up against that white pyjama-clad cyborg. It made him sick.

His mind told him she was doing this to taunt him...

He thought she'd make a good Psychologist, of she wasn't suffering from Psychosis herself. The blonde chuckled, remembering once that he asked her if she knew she was suffering from Psychosis.

"Oh, I don't suffer from it," Was her reply. "I enjoy every second!"

His beautiful sky blue eyes looked out the window, onto the outside ground of Wammy's to see the sun setting.

He smiled evilly, his bangs shading his eyes and making him look eerie.

I have a plan...I devilishly good plan...

Psyche walked the dark, lonely, empty corridors of Wammy's at night, searching in the darkness for her room. She past by a closet and swore she heard breathing from inside.

She knew it was stupid, but she stopped at the door pressing against it gentley to see if she could hear it louder.

Cautiously, she opened the door, only to be grabbed and pulled inside. She attempted to scream, but her assaulter put a hand over her mouth, stopping her breathing in the process.

"If you don't scream, I'll let you breathe," Said an all-too familiar voice.

She nodded fearfully. The hand was removed and Mello stepped in front of her, grinning maniacally.

"M-Mello?" She said, fear lacing each letter.

He grasped her both her wrists behind her back, using his free arm to wrap around her thin waist. The grin was still there.

"Yes, my dearest Psyche?" He asked, nuzzling her neck, causing her to turn pink.

"What are you doing?"

The grin widened.

"Ravishing your soft little body..."

Psyche whimpered as she felt soft, ghostly kisses along her neck, towards her jaw-bone, and on her lips. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers and she did what any other girl in this situation would do.

She kneed him in the Mello Junior.

Mello keeled over momentarily releasing her, which she used as her escape out of the closet.

Mello looked at her as she ran scared.

...Maybe he was the Psycho instead?

"Maybe I'm the one...Maybe I'm the one who is the schizophrenic psycho, yeah. Maybe I'm the one, Maybe I'm the one, who is the paranoid flake, oh yeah." "Psycho" by Puddle of Mudd.