Yes Finally!...I've manage to write a childhood MelloXNear....this is also part of my promise to you guys on a fluff...I've decided to change this to T for now, because it seemed more suitable, but I'll probably put it to M once I feel it's required...anyway please read and REVIEW!!

Prologue

Mello's POV

Near was about five years old while I was seven, we ventured out together into the wilderness (the backyard), playing our little make-believe games. If I recall it right, I was Captain Hook and Near who always whined about wanting to be the hero got the part as Peter Pan. Yeah, I always got the crappy roles even as a kid.

"Where are you Peter Pan?" I tried to make a growl and speak as pirate-y as possible, though it wasn't a very convincing act I must admit.

"You'll never get me Hook!" I lifted my head, eyes focusing on a branch where the voice had originated. How the heck did the kid get up there?!

"Because I have faith, trust and…" My heart stopped, eyes popping wide when I realize what the kid was going to do next. "Pixie dust!"

"Near don't!" That's all I manage to convey before I saw the kid lunging off a six foot height (that's pretty high considering both our heights). White hair flaunting wildly across his immaculate porcelain features, his pajama shirt flapping as if they were wings, how I wish they were at the time. "Umph!" The kid fell into my arms (thank God), his weight punching a gush of air that I previously held out of me.

"Nnh!" I heard Near whimper over the rapid beating of my heart. "Near are you okay?" My voice was thick with worry, ignoring all the burning aches, I sat up, still holding on to the small unmoving child. Oh God, I hope he hasn't broken something.

"Near! Near!" I shook his shoulder, trying not to apply too much force, afraid of hurting him further. I swear my heart was thumping so hard, I could've cough it out of my mouth. My shaky hands gently moved his hair away from his face which was so serene, I thought he had passed out or…"Near, don't die!" I buried my face on his back, eyes stinging with tears.

Suddenly, the little frame shook, I heard some muffled sounds against my stomach and moisture. I automatically thought he was crying out of pain, but then he pulled his face out of my lap and covered his mouth tightly with both hands. His adorable cheeks flushed a strawberry pink, eyes watery and hitching in breaths, even with his mouth covered, I can hear his giggles. I just sat on the ground agape, watching his hands let go of his mouth so that they wrapped around his tummy, as he bit on his lips still trying to hold back the laughs.

Blinking and coming back to my senses, my mood turned sour immediately. "What's so funny?" I all but shouted, standing up so that I was towering over Near. He stopped laughing instantly, staring up at me with deep gray eyes that widened with innocence. There was a moment of silence, where we just looked at each other, I felt bad for shouting, I knew how Near gets when I'm angry, he gets scared easily and doesn't know what to do. True enough, his hands shifted to his face, covering it with his baggy pajama sleeves. A series of hiccups and subdued sobs came after.

My heart sank, and my arms fell uselessly to my sides, dangling. "Near…" I quickly went on my knees, bending over him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" My voice became uneven as I felt my eyes get sore and an uncomfortable lump forming in my throat. "Don't cry, I'm sorry"

"Kiss.." Near tugged at my collar, lowering my body to his, "kiss…" he whines, eyes still wet. The sad feeling washed out of me, and I became eager, a strange unidentifiable feeling building at the bottom of my stomach, I crushed my lips on his sloppily. I let my eyes slid close about half way, enough to both enjoy the kiss and watch Near's face. He's so cute with his eyes closed and face flushed a deep red, and I can't even begin to describe how his soft, succulent lips felt on mine.

Our lips stayed locked until my senses and rationality came back, filling me with slight guilt. I pulled away, tongue lightly licking at his lips just before we parted. Darn I love the way he tastes! A pair of silvery eyes gazed up at me, questioning. He doesn't quite understand why we have to stop kissing every time we just started or why we can't kiss when there are other people around or how we have to keep it a secret that we kissed. I didn't have the heart to tell him or explain, since I wanted us to continue like this, and frankly I was afraid he wouldn't want to be with me if he understood the situation. The feeling of guilt grips at me, I quickly averted my eyes, looking at the trees instead.

This is my fault really. It happened about two weeks ago. Near fell down the stairs (apparently his pajama pants being too long, but I sewed it for him) and bumped his head. I was just checking his bruise and trying to comfort him since he was crying his eyes out, when that didn't work I kissed his forehead where the skin was raised and red. It had worked of course, he stopped crying and smiled at me with gratitude. I remember smiling back and for some reason my lips fell on his. Damn it, I cursed myself since I was already old enough to know that boys shouldn't kiss other boys. Near, however, was still too young and innocent, so he didn't seem to mind. After that, we kissed as often as Near wished it, and I just obliged without questions, leading him on, although I doubt he fully comprehend what the kisses meant. I think he just took it as a kind gesture on my part. But for me, it was something else entirely…

"Merro come here!" I turned around, seeing the figure in my laps now gone, crawling over to another tree. Darn, he moves fast, I swear he moves so silently, he's got to have some sort of stealth superpower or something. "What are you doing over there?" I pouted, moving over as well.

"What is it?" I asked curiously, but Near put a finger to his lips, signaling me to keep quiet. I bend down again on all fours, following behind Near as he crawled, for some reasons I don't want to fathom, I was eyeing his butt and how adorable it looked clothed in white. 'It looks like a heart' that's exactly how my seven-year old mind described Near's butt.

My eyes stayed on his behind, not realizing how close I was getting to it since Near had stopped moving, but remained in a crawling pose. I would've smacked my face right into his rear (not like that was a bad thing) if he hadn't sat up abruptly, taking away that perfect picture I was gawking and drooling over.

"Look" Near whispered, looking at me over his shoulder, I quickly sat up as well, scrambling to collect my composure and not look like such an idiot. "Huh?" I made a questioning sound and moved closer since the roots of the tree was blocking my view. I sat down next to Near, giving him a look then followed his line of vision down to a small black mass.

"Kitty-cat" he says softly, but the tone of intrigue and excitement was ever present. "Oh" I acknowledged. I watched intently as Near reached out, patting it tenderly, and slowly caress it, for such a small boy, I was always impressed on how gentle Near acted. Unlike most kids his age, who would scream and shout or throw tantrums, and break their toys or fight and quarrel with other kids, Near was always calm and careful with everything, taking the utmost care of his possessions as if he cherished them with dear life, and maybe he did. I couldn't help but smile at this fact.

The creature stirred, eyes opening slightly, and it stretched, trying to get fully awake. "Careful" I placed a hand on Near's shoulder on reflex when I saw the animal's claws piercing out it's skin. Near obviously didn't listen to my warning, leaned in closer and patted it on the head. The kitten got up, meowing and making it's cat-walk towards Near who didn't flinch the slightest. I on the other hand was on high-alert, just in case the thing wants to get wild with those claws.

"Be careful" I warned again, Near made an attempt to nod this time. The cat made its approach until it was touching Near's knee with it's face, purring and rubbing on the fabric. Near made a quiet giggle, and continue to run a hand up and down the kitty's back. "You're so cute" he coos and gives a small smile. It was a Kodak moment, watching Near lifting the kitty by it's arms, smiling sweetly under the patches of sunlight and shadows of leaves. I was always envious of his smile, it wasn't a big, open mouth kind or a wide grin, but an innocent small smile that melts people away and make them want to smile as well. I guess that's why my lips are always curled upwards when I'm around him.

"I'm going to call you…" He dragged the 'you', contemplating, "…Mello Junior" I rose an eyebrow at Near which he paid no attention to. "Or Junior for short" He nods at 'Junior', smiling triumphantly. "Hey don't you have to ask for my permission before using my name?" I sulked. He hugs Junior to his chest, nuzzling its cheek with his own, I'm surprise the cat didn't protest, but purred back in response.

"I wanna be the mommy and Junior is the baby, and Merro can be the daddy, right?" He turns to me. "Right" I gulped, blushing furiously. I had to keep reminding myself that Near is only five years old and can't fully understand what he's saying. "Yay! Now we're a family!" he squeezed Junior closer.

"Why aren't you the daddy?" I said after my face cooled a little. Near tilts his head at me, as if I just said something very peculiar, "Because there can't be two daddies. It has to be one mommy and one daddy" Oh, so he understands that much. "But we can have many, many babies" well, not really.

"Or do you want to be the mommy?"

"No!" I responded almost too quickly. Near chuckles, "I thought so" That makes me blush again. I seriously can't tell how much Near really comprehends about things, sometimes it seems as though he's more knowledgeable that I would ever expect, then there are other times where he's so naïve as if he has never experience the world before.

"Here, you wanna hold him?" Near raises Junior and places it in my hands before I can reply. I lift it with my arms straight out to put as much distance between me and the animal, looking at it warily. It meows at me and stares back with ocean blue eyes which I might say are the same shades as mine. "I guess it's pretty cute" I shrugged and placed it down on the grass once more where it curled up into a ball and resume it's midday nap.

"But you're cuter" I added, placing a hand on Near's rounded cheeks. He raises his face, smiling for a short moment then pursed his lips at me, squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation. I couldn't disappoint him now, could I?

I hope this doesn't come back and bite me in the butt…

Whoa...I realize I have a serious writing issue...do you know how much I time I spent on FF?....heh too much is my guess...and sorry about skipping and jumping between stories...hope you guys will have patience with me....I will finish each and everyone of them...I promise...scouts' honour...anyways please REVIEW!!