Title
The Cellar Door
Contents
Death Note
Pairings
MelloxNear
MelloxNearxMatt
Narration
Omiscent
Summary
SongFic. After Near tried to commit suicide Mello takes him to his cellar to save his life. Near's not aware of his surroundings when he awakes, nor does he remember what happened. When Mello finds out the reason for Near's attempt at suicide, he finds out that not all wounds can be healed.
Disclaimer
I do not own Death Note.
Warning
Yaoi.
Enjoy
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The last thing I remembered... Was his face nearing mine.. The touch of his cold hands.. and the whisper of his voice, "It's so wrong.."

Mello carried Near down into his basement, his cold blood drizzled lips chattered with his teeth as he layed the angel on a matteress. He rubbed his elbows, everything was so cold now. Everything he did was so wrong, the kidnapping wasn't meant to be. But none of that mattered, he had to act fast or Near would surely die...

He removed the make shift bandage he made from his shirt. Near's wrists were stained red, staining his white shirt red with it. Mello wasn't sure about the reason for this, maybe the kira case finally caught up to him.. Maybe he realized he was no L. Or maybe it was something entirely different. Mello lit a flame underneath a spoon, heating it up good. Gently he placed the spoon over the exposed cuts.

God it was so deep, how far did he drag the knife? He must have wanted to end everything soon. Something really must have been troubling him.. No one in their right mind would dig so deep into themselves, especially not Near.

Mello took the ace bandage roll and unrevaled enough to wrap around each cut. There, Near was saved... Mello smiled weakly down at Near's unconscious form as tears fell, kissing his forehead gently. He loved the boy, but Near had openly admitted to hating Mello with every fiber of his being. Mello couldn't understand why.. He would have given Near everything and more. Deep down Mello knew the answer.. Near loved L.. And when he died, Near's being broke in two. When he mended his open wounds, he swore a vow never to let emotions run his life ever again.. He'd become the emotionless boy everyone knew today.

Mello stood, turning to clean up the blood trail and vomit Near had left when Mello took him inside, leaving the boy in the cellar all alone..

When Near woke, his head hit him with a dizzyness he could barely stand to take. He looked around the room, it was dark.. This frightened Near, he was always so afraid of what lurked in the dark. He heard breathing, and dripping from pipes. The matteress he was on was the only furniture in the room. The rest was either metal or concrete. There was a window, but even through the window it was dark. He couldn't remember what happened before he fell unconscious, until a pain in his wrists brought with them flashes.

"It's so wrong.."

Near gasped in pain, he recconized the voice.. But he couldn't bring a name to it. The breathing stopped, letting a smirk fill the room. Near looked over to a dark corner, the sound of a snap echoed through the vacant room. Near could barely sit up, such a dizzyness almost made him lose his balance. He gripped a lock of white hair, trying his best to cope with the headache. It was hard to remember anything.. Anything but those words. I was working on something... I know that much... Some kind of case... I was with someone.. But who? The voice? Near looked back over to the dark corner, someone was definatly there. Was it the voice that rang through his head? The only memory he could possibly hold at the moment?

"Who's there?" It's all he could ask. If he hadn't been so dizzy he would have made it sound a bit more intellegent, but at the moment he could give a fuck.

"Who are you?" The silleuette spoke, nothing really clear but the smile on it's face and the light against it's eyes.

"...Nathan Rivers..." At the moment, he couldn't even remember his alias.

"Just Nathan Rivers?" The shadow taunted.

"Yes.. Where am I?" Near looked around, trying to make anything out. Anything, even one of those damn dripping pipes.

"Where you are has no relevance to anything. You're not leaving anytime soon. Not until Mello says you can." The shadow stood, revealing a red headed boy. He stood a little over five and a half feet tall, goggles hiding his eyes. The boy wore black and white stripped shirt and jeans a bit baggy for him. His boots sounded the room each time he took a step. He approached the albino, a black gloved hand creasing his cheek. He had to keep alot of information from the boy. He didn't want to tell Near something that Mello would manipulate. Matt knew nothing of anything Mello planned to do, so best just not to answer questions. Near tensed, he had never been touched like this before.

"W-who... Who are you..?" Near was begining to frighten. This man seemed sketchy-maybe even beyond sketchy.

"Matt.." He nodded with a soft smile, lifting his goggles to reveal forest green eyes half lidded.

"Just Matt?" He quoted the exposed shadow.

"Yeah.. Just Matt.." Matt withdrew his hand from Near's cheek. He had nothing to do with the kidnapping, the drugging, or the healing. All he had to do was watch Near and alert Mello when he woke up. Mello had more importnt things to get done, but Matt always had time to waste.

"Drink this.." Matt handed Near a glass of clear liquid, resembling water. As Near drank from the cup Matt moved closer, his cheek touching Near's. His eyes closed as he inhaled and exhaled carefully. The smile never fading.

"...Who's Mello?" Near closed his eyes as he inched backwards.
Mat just stood and took a step back from the matteress. "You'll find out." He left with that remark, climbing up the stairs to alert Mello that Near had awaken, and the dose was given.

Near felt the room moving. It seemed to sway this way and that, his pain fading. Soon a heat bubbled in his lower abdomen. He gasped as his form went flying backwards. When Near's back met the bed he reopened his eyes, the warmth in his navel growing. He liked it, this new feeling was welcomed. Near smiled, unbuttoning his shirt to expose his chest. Near could feel his nipples harden as goosebumps trailed all over his skin. Such a feeling drained him of all care and rational thoughts. He trailed his hand up and down his abdomen, wanting to keep the warmth. He didn't even notice the steps that came from the staircase. In fact, Near didn't recconise any of his surroundings until a familiar blonde topped him. Near's calm expression didn't change, but he did look at the new body.

"Mello?" He asked.

Mello nodded, "Yes.. Do you know where you are?"

Near shook his head. "No.."

"Do you know who you are?" Mello's eyes lidded as they trailed down his form.

"Nathan Rivers.." Near spoke softly, the feeling becoming more than incredible.

"Do you remember what happened?" Mello hesitated to ask, half of him not wanting to hear the answer.

"...I remember.. A voice." Near's eyes traveled to Mello's lips. He didn't know why they did, but at the moment Mello's lips looked so soft.

"What did you hear?" Mello looked back to Near's eyes.

"...the words.. 'its so wrong'.." Near brought a finger to Mello's lips, trailing over his bottom lip gently.

Mello paused. Did Near really not remember anything? He did find Near when he was almost dead, a bottle of painkillers empty on the floor. But Near puked up all the painkillers... Or so he thought.. The drug Mello had distributed to Near was not only life saving but an afrodisiac. This explained Near's actions. Mello would not take advantage of this, not yet at least. Not while he had dignity.

"What were you doing last?" Mello took Near's hand in his, moving it away from his lips.

"..Talking to the voice.. No-Talking on the phone.. Talking to someone..." Near closed his eyes, trying hard to remember.

"Who? Who were you talking to?" Mello hadn't noticed anyone in the room with Near when he found him.. If someone drove Near to this state, Mello would make sure they never saw the light of a florescent bulb again.

"...Myself.." Near bit his lower lip. "I was looking in a mirror..."

Mello's eyes grew just slightly. "What were you saying?"

Near turned his head to the side, thinking harder. "...'What a worthless boy.. They use you.. You're so pretty on the outside.. Do they know how disgusting you are?'..." Tears came to Near's eyes, but the warmth never left.

Mello placed a hand on Near's cheek, forcing him to face him. "What were you refering to?"

Near turned his head the other way. The headache coming back. He didn't want to answer anymore questions.. He just wanted to satisfy himself.. This mix of pain and need began to cluster. "..No.."

Mello stood, his glance looking off to the side. He wouldn't make Near say anymore.. Such a reaction showed just how much pain he held within him. Instead he just nodded, climbing halfway up the stairs before looking back to Near.

"Do you need to relieve yourself?"

Nead nodded, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Would you like assistance?" Mello couldn't touch Near right now, but he knew someone who could.

Near blushed, looking away. He didn't know how to answer that.

"I'll send Matt down.." Mello smiled softly and made his way up the stairs. Mello walked into the living room where he knew the red head would be, wasting precious time one can never get back on his xbox.

"Matt.." Mello leaned in the doorway, his arms folded as he looked to the floor.

Matt paused his game and looked over to Mello. "Yeah..?"

"...Go suck Near." The words were so foul, but Mello was used to them. Living with Matt, anyone would be.

Matt rose an eyebrow, almost laughing. "You want to to what? I thought he was your property? I wasn't suppose to do anything."

Mello grit his teeth, can't Matt do something without a million questions? "He is! But I can't do it.. Not right now anyways.. I'll return the favor to you later, for now.. I have things to do."

Matt smirked, "You always have better things to do." He stood up from his sitting position, walked to the doorway and kissed Mello on the kiss before he left for the cellar.

Of course Mello had other things to do... It was all for Near.. Every time.. It was for Near..

Near wiped his eyes clean of any tears as soon as he heard the footsteps again. Matt descended the staircase and approached Near once again. He crawled onto the matteress with a devious smile.

"Lucky you, Mello told me to be naughty." Matt laughed softly, kissing Near's neck.

Near could barely resist. The touch was just what the warmth was screaming for. But something in him told him this wasn't a good idea. Near tried to push Matt off him, but he was too weak from the drugging and loss of blood. Unwanting, he layed back and let Matt do whatever the pervert wanted as silent tears fell once again...

It's so wrong...

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Yay new fiction!

Yeah, this is not for the poll. It's because I was inspired by Escape The Fate's song 'The Cellar Door'. Matt's in here because I needed a third person. Mello's not going to be around Near alot, but everything he does as he said is for Near.

If you don't understand what happened to Near, or get a jest of what happened, than later chapters will explain.

I know, I know, I'm going to get reviews asking why Near tried to commit suicide. Well you'll find out.

And please, no flames. I know what I wrote, I know how I wrote it, I don't need you telling me what I did.