Mello had always despised Near. It was quite obvious how envious he was of Near's intelligence, for he really was L's true successor, but Mello was not ready to give up the fight for the title. He worked day and night to come up with ways to prove himself better than Near. He played outside less and less, until he barely left the building at all. And because he was there so much, he saw more and more of Near everyday, and you can probably guess it was a bloodbath.

But on one particular evening, while Near and Mello were both in the TV room, something happened. Needless to say, both were infatuated with what they were working on, both constantly glanced at each other.

"What are you staring at, bed head?" Mello retorted after he noticed Near was staring, rather glaring, at him for the billionth time. Near didn't reply, he just kept on working on the puzzle of a dog and a cat sitting beside each other. This puzzle is pointless. Cats and dogs don't get along. Near sighed, dumping the finished puzzle back into it's box.

"Is my hair truly that messy, Mello? Because you have no right to be calling me names." Near got up and strolled over to the cabinet that held all of the puzzles. Mello looked up from the paper he was currently writing, "Yes, otherwise I'd be calling you something else. Such as 'overachiever'. Which is what you are." he picked up his pencil once again, only to have it snatched out of his grasp by Near.

"You think you're better than me?" Near leaned onto the table Mello was working at. Mello contained his laughter, "Of course I do." he said leaning back in his chair, only causing him to be pushed over by Near. "Quite the mean streak, Near. Had enough of me and my taunts?" Mello picked himself up off the ground and dusted himself off.

"You just taunt me because you know I'm better than you are."

"At what?" Mello questioned. Near rolled his eyes. "Everything. I am better at everything, and you just speak loudly to hide your foolishness." Near was getting closer to the door, puzzle in hand. "Are not! You're not better at kick ball, or sports! And best of all," Mello snickered, "Is that I'm a better kisser." Mello put his feet on the table, being cautious about not leaning back in his chair. Near's face turned red. Because he was embarrassed or angry, I don't know. What I know is that Near attacked Mello's lips so violently, Mello fell over backwards.

A nasty little idea I came up with about twenty minutes ago. -snicker-

Yes, yes, this is a MelloxNear fic.

-Pounce "Kyandii"