[Mello doesn't bother writing down the address — doesn't need to — he's been around the docks. Should be easy enough to find.]
[And it is. Whether or not Near has arrived before him is both dire and inconsequential; rivalry will always exist between them even regarding the most minor of things. At least it will with Mello. But Near looked different, older, more experienced with what comes with life and the passing of time. Whether that is a strength or a detriment remains to be seen.]
[The door creaks loudly when Mello turns the unlocked handle and pushes the heavy iron open with his shoulder. He doesn't expect a trap — not really — because N gave him options, and he chose this one. (And maybe Near knew he would, but — ) ]
[The only bad blood they would have between them is the fact that Mello charged one of his lackeys with systematically killing off as much of his rival's team as he could, even going for Near, himself, but. Water under the bridge, he thinks. The blonde died for their cause, after all. Isn't that enough to make amends?]
[He's silent as he enters, despite his obvious arrival. Boot-heels clacking loudly on cement, he makes his way in, glasses shading his eyes despite the lack of need for them. He's got a facade to keep up, and whether or not it matters remains to be seen.]
[He's armed. Of course he is. But Near would know that, he thinks.]
[The point of all of this? To figure out exactly what the hell is going on regarding his rival and L — Yagami shouldn't even be a factor, but he is.]
N.
[He briefly glances around the vast, empty warehouse. Holds his hands out. He's come alone, of course. Why wouldn't he? But still, there will always be suspicion, and proof is required.]
[action]
[And it is. Whether or not Near has arrived before him is both dire and inconsequential; rivalry will always exist between them even regarding the most minor of things. At least it will with Mello. But Near looked different, older, more experienced with what comes with life and the passing of time. Whether that is a strength or a detriment remains to be seen.]
[The door creaks loudly when Mello turns the unlocked handle and pushes the heavy iron open with his shoulder. He doesn't expect a trap — not really — because N gave him options, and he chose this one. (And maybe Near knew he would, but — ) ]
[The only bad blood they would have between them is the fact that Mello charged one of his lackeys with systematically killing off as much of his rival's team as he could, even going for Near, himself, but. Water under the bridge, he thinks. The blonde died for their cause, after all. Isn't that enough to make amends?]
[He's silent as he enters, despite his obvious arrival. Boot-heels clacking loudly on cement, he makes his way in, glasses shading his eyes despite the lack of need for them. He's got a facade to keep up, and whether or not it matters remains to be seen.]
[He's armed. Of course he is. But Near would know that, he thinks.]
[The point of all of this? To figure out exactly what the hell is going on regarding his rival and L — Yagami shouldn't even be a factor, but he is.]
N.
[He briefly glances around the vast, empty warehouse. Holds his hands out. He's come alone, of course. Why wouldn't he? But still, there will always be suspicion, and proof is required.]