The engine vibrated in excitement, and the red Chevrolet which is originally Matt's property was driven away by a certain impatient Blonde. Daylight shone through the windows and the city buzzed with life and people crowded the nearby streets as well as the noisy afternoon markets. It's been always a happy corner of the area, where there is actually a hideous apartment standing alone in an alley for underground members.

'Dandelions. Of all flowers you would've given to the dead, why Dandelions?' Mello pictured the scene, where a pot of the fresh Yellow blossoms decorated both sides.

Mello proved the belief of 'Sudden death, and revived after a second'.

There's just something echoing in him that said matters that contradict his current reality –

'He's alive.'

"Damn." He suddenly snapped. Idle people crossed his view and stressed his insides, but it is guaranteed that Mello would be ruckus without a chocolate bar at hand.

Time seemed so slow, the traffic clearly nauseating and impatience finally got the better side of him, which was again, nothing new.

The green light blinked and in an instant, he didn't fight the urge to vroom forward in illegal speed and matched it with continuous horning. Even the colorful banners and joyous people started to annoy the hell out of him, rubbing it in his face – rather, on their face, that he has something much more productive to do in this world than indulge in earthly leisure endlessly.

The odds seem to cooperate with him pretty nicely, when a rally met him with a big, volume of rebellious teenagers on their way to a place no one really gave a fuck, and he prayed the Heavens to spare his schedule if people actually wanted a peaceful feast.

"Shit. If they have something so unhappy about, they should fucking be more problematic on how to explain this unusual budget. I swear though, those shirts with those pants are a shame to whoever invented fashion" Mello bit a piece and swallowed it, not even leaving space to chew and savor the melting sweet. His eyebrows crumpled into an unexplainable face, waiting. Waiting, for every single body in front of him to just vanish and –

"That's it!"

The vehicle lunged forward and many of them hurriedly moved aside, some sputtered insults and crap that Mello didn't understand, just the desperate grasp of the wheel that can send anyone flying.

"Watch it!"

"Get out of the way!" The car screeched into a halt, and his whole frame bounced forward and shock passed through his eyes.

An aged woman lay beneath his front, and of course, peasants formed a crowd and whispers of worry came past their lips. Mello heaved an exasperated sigh; he had somehow anticipated something like this to happen. Like a grumpy, old man, he opened his door, removed his sunglasses and stared with disinterest.

"Done yet?" Even the bumpy men gulped at the sight of the infamous 'Black M' that hovered in the streets and is said to cut anyone's head by just sparing a nervous glance.

"Oi. I said get up!"

"Fool." A tone as sharp as thin ice sliced through the fuss. Numerous heads turned and some people decided that it's best to back off and forget. Mello's shoulders tensed, his pride twitched, and he turned to see the 'moron' who dared to speak foul at him.

As an insignificant outsider as him, he doesn't have any right to counter Mello with such mocking coldness.

"And … you are?" Upon seeing the shorter male, there was nostalgia and a mix of indescribable feelings hitting its extreme.

Oh, Mello had never been this angry and utterly disturbed.

"The owner of the chicken that woman stole." And thus there was silent confusion.

"Who –

"If you weren't so stupid as to speed up, you wouldn't have made her innocent and end up with the responsibility." Both pair of sapphire and charcoal eyes drifted at the spot, blood gradually spreading on the floor.

"Holy …. Damn.." Panic began to overwhelm him, until the supposed corpse moved and raised her head which freaked out a fraction of Mello's brain.

"AH…eh?" The lady felt sticky below her, and all of them actually thought she was impaled underneath.

"The chicken died." The same monotonous voice said, his forehead crunched for less than a second for everyone to see and centered his attention back at the cocky Russian.

"Pay for it." He almost laughed.

"Excuse me? How is it my fault? If she hadn't stolen it everything of this would've never took place!" Mello raised his hands as to prove the point, and a new found annoyance of imagining 'his' car having chicken giblets hanging below.

"She stole it. I was sending her to the police, but then, it will all be in vain since you already killed it. Isn't killing a much bigger crime? Or maybe you don't have the least idea of its difference? Idiot."

Snapping… is probably the best choice.

"What the hell! You know what? There's something wrong with your fluffy head! And could you quit calling me stupid –

The fluffball shushed him with his fingers.

"You're too noisy. You're going to attract attention that can worsen your current situation. Are you trying to be stupid?" He titled his head in wonder.

'This fucker'

"Put your hands off me!" Mello raged, he's wasting too much time with such nonsense. He glared at every curious resident and all of them returned to their own business in no time. The woman, on the other hand, had her journey towards the neighboring shop.

The pale boy winced "That quite hurt. My bones are not of the best structure, so if you please –

"Listen. Why don't you do the same like the rest, and let me go with my own life and erase my existence in that head of yours!" He tapped the younger's head and huffed, gathering all the patience left in him as a person, or he might get into his usual nightly persona and –

"Money."

"What?"

"Pay for the chicken."

"Wha-

"Well, we both want this to end as soon as possible, so just pay the cost. Pay it, and we are both done with each other."

Mello felt defeated, but gave up because of exhaustion. He flipped some hundreds and handed it, but on second thought,

He doesn't look like someone who owns any farm animal.

'His hands are smooth and flawless, his habits are also very limited and careful – calm and chilly I could say. His get up: pajamas? Spotless at that. If he is indeed a common worker he probably does nothing but sit down and play with toys like an infant.'

"Do you really own that chicken?"

"Of course."

"hm.. your name?"

"Why would it be of any interest?"

"I'm Mello" It might be a suspicious change of heart, but Mello thought he made enough enemies. And also, it's to gain trust – even just a little, to make allies and to end it pretty nicely like a gentleman.

Like he was ever.

"Near. I'm Near."

Near's white all over, now that he took a good long look at his entirety. The possibility of albinism is not so far from truth, but the shade of his eyes aren't ruby red, but pitch black that can fail the DNA test if he will take any.

"Nice to meet you." Mello forced a smile.

"I need to get going. Excuse me." Near bowed, Mello didn't falter watching his back fade, and there were questions.

'Japanese?'

Before Mello knew it, he was already at the edge of his seat, but there was no movement.

Just a train of thoughts.

Those eyes.

That voice.

'Your fault.'

Now that I think about it, his fragrance smelt something like

Dandelions.

a/n hi J I don't wanna rush things, but he NEEDS to know before the story progresses. Like it? Ja ne?