If you didn't know, I'm currently trying to finish all my old stories that I've been writing for years now. I really want to start writing new material, but I don't want to leave any open ends. Here's the last chapter!

Mello nodded, feeling a shiver run through him. Near. Matt smiled at him. "I love you so much." he said firmly. "So much that when I see what's good for you, I'm totally willing to give you up."

Mello grinned. "K..." he said shakily, unsure of what else to say.
"Go." Matt grinned, wrapping his arms around himself. "Just go."

Mello took off, tearing back towards the library, to Near. Nothing, at the moment, was more important. Except...L and Light kissing in an empty classroom, L pressing in between Light's legs as Light sat on the teachers desk. Mello stopped, and stared.

Light was smiling, genuinely, his cheeks flushed with nerves and embarrassment. L was the one in control, lightly leaning in, tipping his head, to capture Light's lips against his. Light looked down, still grinning. "I'm guessing that's a yes then." he mumbled, in a voice that sounded very much unlike his usual self. It almost sounded-unsure.
L nodded, kissing him again, this time pulling Light close to him. "You're lips are the sweetest things I've ever tasted." he said in awe. Light went full-on red and made a half-whimpering sound, which L cut off with another kiss, and then another.

It was then that Mello pulled from the window, his face also red. He wrapped his arms around himself. They looked beyond happy together, and he wanted that for himself, as quickly as possible. He wasn't going to deny himself what he deserved anymore. He deserved someone that he could make half-whimper, whose face would make him grin just to see it. Someone who would actually put up with him. He began running again.

Near desperately tried to focus on his school work. Every 5 seconds, his stomach gripped with anxiety. He really wanted to talk to Mello about what had happened the night before. Even Matt seemed to be acting a little weird about it. He stared at his notebook, blinking rapidly to prevent himself from crying. The silence pressed on and on. He turned a page and looked down at his hand. It was shaking. Why did love hurt so much, and why was he so…shy, and finding it so hard to do anything about how he felt? He almost felt he should give up. How long could he go on liking Mello and being painfully rejected by him? It hurt so much.

He realized foolishly, that he could go on loving Mello for a long long time, possibly...forever. He believed in true love, and love at first sight, the zing, that feeling of intuition that Mello was the person for him. His shoulders lifted resiliently. Maybe, he was shy, and weak, but he would not stop loving Mello, never. And that made him deserving of Mello's love.

He stood up and yanked open the door, storming out into the hall. He was going to continue loving Mello to the best of his ability, whether Mello liked it, or cared. "Near!" Mello called from down the hall, striding towards him. He stopped and made fists at his side, looking down. He wasn't ready! He was wearing flannel pjs and had bed head and...he began shaking. How did Mello manage to make him feel like this?

Mello stared at Near in the light of the hallway. He'd never seen anyone more adorable. "You...hey." he started, smiling. "Hey." Near managed to get out, raising his eyes to meet Mello's. He turned and walked back towards his room, and Mello followed him in, shutting the door behind him.

"Is it something about the project?" Near asked. "I've worked on another chapter, I think we're almost do-"
"I kissed Matt last night." Mello said, crossing his arms. Near had not expected that. Anger flared within him, quick and strong, and a feeling of being slapped in the face, but he said nothing, for fear he'd just...throw up or worse.

Mello sat on the bed. "When I was drunk." he added. Near looked at him sullenly. At least now his question was answered. "I thought I should tell you." Mello continued. "Matt used to like me a lot...I think...he might still, a little bit." Near furrowed his brow, feeling stupid. He really wish he'd known that before confiding so much to Matt. Had Matt been playing with him all along, with the intention of keeping Mello for himself?

"Before you think anything." Mello said, noting the adorable, angry face of Near. "He refused to kiss me back. He reminded me of all the reasons why he and I are not meant to be as a couple, and why...why I really should open my heart a little bit to someone new."

Near looked up at Mello, a smile creeping onto his lips. I'm kind of new." he mumbled, still a little unsure of how he was to feel. His heart pounded. "And I kind of want to..be with you." he said, looking down at Near. "I-I mean..." he mumbled. "I want to try...I want to go...out...with you...to start...just to try..."

Feelings bubbled in Near's stomach, and he wanted to smile, and wanted to kiss Mello. But he was so shy. Still...he wanted to...he wanted...Mello...

"But I'm scared, I'm so used to just feeling pain and I never..." Mello went on. Near took a big breath, slid into Mello's lap and kissed him full on the lips. "Let's go out for dinner sometime." he smiled, his cheeks bright red. Mello stared at Near for a while, before breaking into a smile and pulling Near to him. "You are really cute." he said, tipping Near's chin. He still felt a little strange about where this was going and how he was going to deal with it. But it was the good kind of strange.

"How does this weekend sound?" He asked, watching Near's face light up.

He could get used to this feeling.

Matt sat alone in the stairwell, gaming. The hallways were dark; only the light of his little console illuminated his tear-streaked face. He pounded buttons, as the tears drip-dropped unto the console, down his hot cheeks. He jumped when he heard someone's footsteps coming down the hall. He looked up. "Mikami." he said, clearing his throat, though he couldn't wipe the tears without being obvious. Mikami adjusted his glasses, looking down at Matt calculatingly for a while. "You're crying." he said finally, stiffly. "Why is that?"

"Just...mourning a loss." Matt said carefully, putting the console down. Mikami looked at him for a while again, before finally sitting beside him. "I'm sorry." he said. "The world is unfair and it shouldn't be so."
"And yet it is." Matt said sullenly. He felt a warm hand on his cheek and looked up at Mikami, his breath catching. Mikami wiped his cheeks, then let his hands linger. Matt stared at him. "What..." he asked quietly. Mikami still hadn't let go, and his cheeks were only heating.

"I like you."Mikami said simply, pulling back his hands. "So...I don't like to see you cry." Matt's eyes widened. "You've never said anything. " he whispered. Mikami shrugged. "We've never gotten to speak." Matt fell quiet, thoughtful. Mikami's hand sat on the stair between them and he covered it with his own, moving just a little closer. He didn't know what to make of what Mikami said, but he was glad for him being there. His heart beat a little faster.

Somewhere, through the halls, L was curled in Light's lap, the two intertwined in sleep.

And somewhere, Near was smiling, happier than he had ever been, in Mello's arms. And Mello was healing. And he was happy too.