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Voice; UN: Deneuve
Name: M; UN: Deneuve
Date: 3/1/21
Format: [Voice]
[There's a short blip of silence; Mello knows that even his voice can be identified if needed and traced. But he remembers the pain in his chest. The swirling of the delivery truck's mirror, and everything after that, well — ]
[A sharp clearing of his throat. It's so dry.]
I know what I've been told.
[Everything is bullshit until proven otherwise.]
And I know what I'm expected to believe.
[Definitely lies. And for one: he knows he's died. It doesn't take a previous heart attack in his situation to recognize one when it tears at your chest and throat and breath like a visceral assault. Besides, he was always due for one: wasn't he?]
I don't expect honesty from anyone. [And yet here he is: reaching out. Because what else can he do?] But a Witch?
[Or so he's been told. How appropriate. Another pause; another breath.]
Is this Hell?
[He's seen nothing that leads him to believe otherwise. The mirror with the objects and reflections from home. The things that just don't make sense. Maybe someone will honestly reveal that yes, he's earned this. Maybe not.]
Date: 3/1/21
Format: [Voice]
[There's a short blip of silence; Mello knows that even his voice can be identified if needed and traced. But he remembers the pain in his chest. The swirling of the delivery truck's mirror, and everything after that, well — ]
[A sharp clearing of his throat. It's so dry.]
I know what I've been told.
[Everything is bullshit until proven otherwise.]
And I know what I'm expected to believe.
[Definitely lies. And for one: he knows he's died. It doesn't take a previous heart attack in his situation to recognize one when it tears at your chest and throat and breath like a visceral assault. Besides, he was always due for one: wasn't he?]
I don't expect honesty from anyone. [And yet here he is: reaching out. Because what else can he do?] But a Witch?
[Or so he's been told. How appropriate. Another pause; another breath.]
Is this Hell?
[He's seen nothing that leads him to believe otherwise. The mirror with the objects and reflections from home. The things that just don't make sense. Maybe someone will honestly reveal that yes, he's earned this. Maybe not.]
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[Mello will go with a hard "no" on that one. He's quiet for a moment; Near wouldn't lure him into a trap for no reason, even if the fact that he's Bonded to their enemy is enough to raise a brow. Or several. Still, Mello has more faith in N than he does L, so.]
I'd prefer the warehouse.
[Comfort isn't an issue; never has been. Yes, Mello prefers it, but it's not necessary. Besides, he doesn't intend on staying long. Just long enough to gain the information he needs, to see the thing his rival has become.]
I take it you understand why I'm suspicious regarding your situation with Kira.
[It's something Mello intends to inquire about. At length.]
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[The word is in response to both comments, and the naga gives a single nod of his head.]
It would be foolish of you not to be.
[He lifts himself off the floor, the camera following in a dizzying swing upward. If only Mello could appreciate the effort it had taken him to learn how to get around in this form without having to crawl on his belly.]
I will send you the address of the chosen location. We can finish this discussion there.
[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.]
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[Near slides through the doorway after Mello speaks. It helps to have someone else loosen up a door like this first. His arms aren't always up to the task, though they're slightly stronger now than they had been originally, just out of necessity. Crawling is difficult.]
You make good time. [Not that he'd expected anything less.]
[The naga moves with his torso upright, as most non-mirrorbound naga do here and the way most people who'd seen any sort of fantasy series would expect - but only because it's expected. As troublesome as slithering on his belly had been it had still been easier than this. Snakes weren't meant to move with this much of their body perpendicular to the ground.
Foregoing his usual pajamas only because he's seen more in public now, Near is dressed in a long, loose shirt with an almost as equally long cotton jacket with patches of corduroy. His hair falls to his waist - and he's clearly been trying to care for it himself.
As he greets Mello, one finger is already twirling in it.]
I never really got to see the damage properly.
[He tilts his head, red eyes looking over what he could glean of Mello's scars in the warehouse's dark interior. Back then he hadn't even turned to look at him. He hadn't wanted to react in any way.]
I like them. [He says of the scars.] They make you look dangerous.
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[Of course: that's his initial reaction upon seeing a naga. Would N expect anything less?]
They really fucked you, yea?
[A rhetorical question. The heat burning in Mello's veins has been proof that he will eventually, too, be fucked. It's almost a joke, considering the proof behind his scars. He wants to take a step back against Near's initial approach. But he doesn't. Mello's never been one to back off.]
[His expression is neutral, even if his body is tense.]
Eli. [The name is foreign on his tongue.]
[And Oh, how he hates commentary on his scars. For Mello, they're a curse. Proof of momentary loss. Besides, he's always been so vain.]
I was backed into a corner, [He admits with a vapid tone.] I had no other choice. [Let it be known that Mello set the bomb off, himself. Let it be known that almost no one else was responsible for this.]
So you're always like this?
[Genuine curiosity.]
You've got no choice?
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[The short hum and accompanying nod is his answer to basically all of Mello's questions.
Yes, this place has fucked him to some degree. Yes he's always like this and yes he had no say in the matter. Mello's overall response to his appearance doesn't bother him. He'd expected about as much.
He could say more about the scars, tell his rival that the fact that he'd lived through the explosion was impressive enough. He'd had his name revealed and had managed to get away without Kira learning it at the time. It had been a loss, yes. But it had also been the best way to lose in that scenario. This isn't credit he would give to just anyone.
But Mello clearly doesn't want to talk about that, so he says nothing more on the subject.]
You had other questions?
[He holds out one arm as he asks this, rolling up the sleeve. The scales cover the entire limb, and the gesture implies that the blond is free to touch them.]
Or did you merely want to see if I was real.
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[He twitches a brow at the physical offering; what the hell is N thinking? Mello could view him as a monster, could attempt to cut him down for being a visage. But he, too, has something to prove, doesn't he?]
[They always have, in one way or another. So Mello will answer by drawing closer, tearing a glove off with his teeth before tucking it into his pocket. He doesn't reach out tentatively — he never would — and his mouth is a grim, straight line as he touches fingertips over the scales, the uneven things that were once Near's skin. He's no one to judge, though he would never let anyone feel over his scars.]
You always were a snake, [he comments. Half-teasing, half-dead serious. Eyes fixed on his rival's arm, he expects an attack at any moment. Because he's a paranoid thing. Because that's what he would do. And Mello is ready for it, if nothing else.]
I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you've bonded with Yagami for gain. [What else would it be? He trusts Near more than he trusts L.]
And that you haven't forgotten that he killed me. Would've killed you too if he could have.
[He doesn't pretend that Near cares at all about L's death. The thing before him made that clear from the moment they were informed by Roger. Cold thing that he's always been.]
[Tell me there's a method to this. Tell me you haven't become a complete fucking idiot in the span of a decade.]
[As ungloved fingers tentatively and curiously explore the rise and fall of scales, the texture, the temperature. He tells himself that Near deserved this. Tells himself that this is the epitome of just desserts.]
[But Mello doesn't believe it. Not really.]
[N deserved this as much as he deserved his own scars, in the end.]
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He accepts the teasing without comment. Though he wouldn't consider himself snake-like in the way he handled things, he could see how Mello would. And there's a part of him that enjoys being ribbed by the only other person in Wammy's whose opinion mattered for anything.]
I have no love for Mr. Yagami. The bond is insurance, should he find out anything about me. And because I don't trust Linden to handle his connection to him appropriately.
[The feeling of Mello's hand on his arm lingers. It's so rare that anyone touches him in any meaningful way. The most physical contact he has with another living thing on a regular basis is the hyena dog he lays beside for its body heat. It's distracting, bringing back memories of his previous bond to this man.]
He can't kill either of us here in any lasting way. We would be brought back again and he would have shown his hand. He won't be that foolish.
[That doesn't mean he won't try something else. They have the upper hand for the moment, which is something they didn't have back in their own world. Light doesn't know their true connection to L - and in Near's case, how they're connected at all outside of the bond.]
The only upside being a monster grants me at the moment is the different perspective from the rest of you.
[And the ability to bond with all of them with no difficulties.]
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[Besides, the monster is a fucking kid. Mello would know; he sat across from him and was amused by what he saw. Well-dressed and charismatic, but a kid, all the same.]
[Doesn't matter that they're only a few years apart. While Near — is so much older, though he seems to retain many of the same childish qualities, upon first impression.]
I know he's not stupid, [Mello near-snaps for some reason. Maybe it's because while Kira can't permanently kill them... it means the same in reverse. Mello could fucking behead the boy a thousand times and it would mean absolutely nothing. He'll never get his justice; he'll never truly receive satisfaction.]
But I also know how bonds work.
[Half-accusing, he shoves his hands into his coat pockets.]
[Or at least he's pretty sure he does. He eyes the other: ridiculously long hair, no-longer human. It's jarring, really. But Mello will adjust. He always has. It's an ability that's gotten him through life more than once.]
[And he's not accusing N of anything, per se, but — ]
He can get into your head, one way or another, yea? That's how he compromised Linden?
[Has to be. Mello refuses to believe that L just went along willingly.]
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[Near frowns a bit now and slowly pulls the sleeve of his jacket back down over his arm. He hates that he misses the physical contact already but there are more important things to focus on.]
Linden never had a rival. Kira was the first to truly challenge him, and I think their intellectual battle became something of an obsession for him.
[L had approached Light in person, had shown him his face and even brought him into his operations. Near and Mello had never risked that. Kira hadn't seen Near's face until Near had been certain that he wouldn't be killed because of it. From the start, L had been taking unnecessary risks. It was a game to him, and the bigger the risks the better the payoff.
Except he'd lost in the end, hadn't he? And now that he has a chance to face his opponent again he can only continue with that same obsession from a different angle.]
I think Linden compromised himself. He opened his door and let Kira in because he wanted to.
[Aside from being very charismatic, Yagami Light doesn't actually have that much going for him personality-wise. He coerces people who want to have someone to follow. Near has never had that problem.]
Remember, I've seen the man writhing on the ground. He had little chance of getting into my head before, he has none now.
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[Well, he failed.]
[Still, the explanation is too simple. There had to be something more there: something that M had never quite been able to figure out. He'd always considered that their predecessor had been a bit too confident in that particular case, even if the idea is nothing short of absurd.]
[L was L. Mello likes to think he was well-aware of his own abilities, but. What if he was wrong? What if L was wrong?]
[Of course he was. He lost, in the end. And it wasn't a sacrifice, no. The blond knows that because if he'd expected it, he would have chosen. Another thing he'd always wondered about: perhaps it was always meant to be the final test between himself and Near regarding who would fill his shoes but that — ]
[Well. Mello's always been something of a pompous optimist, even at his worst.]
[The same thoughts that have gone 'round and 'round since he took off from The House in the pouring rain, and now the thought of Kira literally writhing around on the ground at Near's mercy evokes a wicked grin. Bastard got what he deserved, didn't he? Even if Mello had to go up in flames for it to happen.]
It's been a long time.
[Still, he argues, gesturing towards his rival's appearance. It isn't that Near is a monster, though that might always be a jarring sight. Mello doesn't ever think he'll get used to it. It's the age, the fact that N appears older now that he even remembers L that one time they met when the cornsilk-haired boy was too young to gauge age properly at all.]
You can't blame me for questioning whether you've changed.
[Though Near's tone and way of speaking suggests this isn't the case, at all.] I don't know how long you've been here, and I don't know if the Bond has affected you negatively.
[Even if he is inclined to take the other's word for it. For now. Because he seems to speak the truth with something almost resembling a passive bitterness — he's always looked down on their 'mentor,' ever since the man lost what would then become their game.]
You called him weak.
[A lifetime ago. In no uncertain terms.] It remains to be seen. [Because Mello outright refuses to believe it until he bears witness to it, himself.] You realize that by effect, you're suggesting we'd spent our entire lives aspiring to emulate a man we had the ability to defeat.
[And Near sees no problem with this?]
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[Near remembers. No matter how many years go by he will always remember that day Roger called them into his office. Mello had been infuriated, of course - even moreso by Near's response to it.
But Near had been angry too. Whereas Mello's was a boiling, fuming, in-your-face sort of anger that practically radiated off his being, the younger successor had always drawn everything inward. He couldn't be expressive the way his rival could. He turned his head downward and busied his hands. His anger was calm insults and the willingness to spit at the idea that a choice between successors even needed to be made. But he was water to Mello's oil. It would never have worked out then.]
I also admitted that it took both of us to take Kira down. Is it an insult to Linden if he can't be equaled by a single individual?
[There's his praise for L. It's the most he can give to his rival right now to ease some of his concerns - for what little it does.]
Time changes a person, yes. Death changes a person. [His look at Mello here is significant. The blond would know.] And no one is without flaws.
You and I were also bonded when you were last here. If only briefly before you disappeared.
[He adds this with no preamble, calmly flicking his forked tongue.]
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[Because Mello died by choice, and Near survived the whole fucking ordeal. He won, which is the ultimate victory when it comes to their particular situation. L lost. Mello lost because he was at a loss. It lends to the blonde's opinion that Near doesn't deserve the form he's been given, jab about him having been a snake or no. There are very few people Mello has any connection with, and hate (that had likely been ingrained in him from The House to ensure competition) or no: it's a sad sight.]
[While death might change people, Mello refuses to be softened by it. Quite the opposite. It's taught him a lesson he'd never fathomed he would learn.]
I don't want to talk about L any more.
[A blatant lie.]
You and I — [He runs a gloved hand over his chin.] — how did the Bond benefit us?
[Because he knows it had to have been something based on logic. Something that had the potential to make them stronger.]
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But it could have benefitted them greatly, had things gone differently. Near fully believes this.]
You needed a bond with a monster. Double witch bonds are unstable at best.
[And his bond with L was hardly stable even without it being between two witches.]
I needed a bond in general. That was the most immediate reason.
[Who else could Mello have bonded with at the time? He wouldn't have been able to delay too long with his choice. Near was the only obvious answer.]
Despite our rivalry, we're very compatible. We also have a similar knowledge base. Otherwise you'll be choosing from among the other Mirrorbound here.
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[Considering. N's immediate shift from past to present gives him pause. While it's possible that the two of them working together has the potential to make them unstoppable, what are the chances of them wanting the same things beyond power stability? And with the way they'd both worked together in the end, against each other before that — who's to say Near won't turn on him at any moment?]
[A laughable thought. They both would, if the situation demanded it.]
[But this time around, Near has a bond. Two, in fact. Both witches. Is he seeking power by propositioning a third? The idea isn't unfathomable, and Mello will admit: he isn't educated enough on the situation to know whether or not three Witches would have a negative effect on his rival.]
[He shifts on his feet. N wouldn't offer for nothing.]
You're offering.
[Again.]
Given Kira's age, unless Linden has given him details — [Very possible, given what Mello thinks he knows.] — I assume he doesn't know who I am.
[Oh, but he will. Sooner or later. Mello will make sure of it.]
I also assume you knew I would ask: what exactly is your goal, here?
[Aside from becoming L and downing Yagami, the two of them have never truly shared the same goals, have they? Mello has always been one to seek power, above all else.]
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[Which would make a potential bond with Near all the more questionable, something the naga should be concerned about. But as it stands - he isn't. He isn't concerned because he doesn't care. Because as short as his bond with Mello was, as much as it wrecked him afterward, he wants to have it again.
He misses it. He misses that brief flash of warmth, like a freezing man stretching his fingers out over the dying embers of a fire only to have them fizzle away just as his hands get close.
But he can't say that. Because he's Near. Because he's L. Because emotions come unnaturally to him.
So his expression is as neutral as it typically is, eyes turning downward as though he can't be bothered to deal with Mello's nonsense, because it's easier not to look at him. The fingers twirling in his hair fall free of it, and both make their way into his pockets.]
No goal. It's an offer to save you time. There are plenty of other monsters in this place to choose from.
[But anyone else will be inferior.]
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[And Mello? Isn't concerned at all regarding the specifics of this potential Bond. He knows the basics: he will feel what Near feels and as far as he's concerned? Near has always felt nothing at all. The potential power is what lures him; having such an intelligent, ruthless mind on his side is what lures him even further.]
[M has never been one to say no to power. In any form. Even if it ruins him, in the end.]
[When he chuckles, it's unintentional. This is all so absurd.]
You expect me to believe that you're doing me a favor.
[And he knows that to be a lie. His expression shows it, even if Near won't look at him, right now. But fuck if this isn't inherently uncomfortable, even if the two of them are made from the same cloth.]
You know what I think? [Rhetorical.] I think that you're as disturbed as I am by Linden's bond with our enemy. And I think you're lost.
[Almost snarled. Because Mello will always be a vile thing.]
[Besides, Near is correct. Anyone else would be inferior. So Mello takes a deep breath, measures his response accordingly.]
But I'll accept.
[His voice holds a sneer to it. This isn't an arrangement with which Mello is particularly pleased.]
I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt — [Lie.] — that such an agreement doesn't end in a situation similar to Linden and Kira's.
[Also known as: this purely business.]
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[Near doesn't have to ask. He already knows. Mello is slotting him in the L position, as would only be fitting. He imagines him to be the one seeking involvement with his rival, taking unnecessary measures. And the worst part is that this isn't entirely inaccurate. Near does want that connection. But as far as he's concerned comparing him to their mentor is laughable.
Despite Mello's volatile nature, he's willing to believe that their bond will still be less problematic than the one between L and Light. They've always been two halves of the same whole. Their goals are similar in the long run.
But the blond's comment about being lost... that hits a little too close to home. Everything else he can take in stride. It's to be expected from the man. He should be able to take this in stride too, except that he can't stand how truthful it feels.
He has a stable job, two bonds (going on three), but no real purpose. That's been taken from him and he isn't sure how to get it back. Find an enemy? Find a puzzle to solve? They know who Kira is. None of them can really kill any of the others and leave any lasting effect. Should he learn more about this world? He has to care about it more first, and in order to do that... he needs a purpose. So the pattern becomes cyclical.
Is that why he wants this bond? Because he believes the connection to someone so driven will awaken a drive in himself? His eyes dart back up to the other man, but without eyelids they can't narrow as much as he'd want. That's for the best.]
We'll set up a time, then.
[He doesn't otherwise appear irritated, but any small attempt at humor he'd aimed for with the first comment is gone now.]
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[And while he doesn't know the details of L and Kira's bond (please, God, let him remain ignorant), he knows that it's shady at worst, inappropriate at best. Why doesn't L just drag the two of them into a room and spit in their faces, directly?]
[N, he understands. N, he knows. But L? No. Nothing about the situation rubs Mello as something acceptable in any manner. But their are more intricate matters at hand; matters that involve his progression in this life after death, and Near is handing it to him on a silver platter.]
I know that I rejected working with you, once.
[Hell, tried to kill Near, even. But that's not important, right now.]
[A pause, a shift, and Mello has suddenly become more grim. What he's agreeing to — ]
I need balance. But you? [And his very expression says t'ch.] I'm always going to wonder about your motivations.
[As will Near, regarding him. At least, he suspects as much.]
I'd like to get this through with as soon as possible.
[There's a ceremony, he knows. He turns his back to the other, preparing to walk away. Even seeing N like this ticks a box that just doesn't belong.]
Tomorrow, then.
[Mello's never been one to accept an argument.]
Unless you have plans with Yagami.
[Oh, is that a bitter bite to his words? Probably.]
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[Near agrees with a nod. He has his other employees to take care of the shop whenever he needs to take some unexpected time off. It really only takes one person to run it most days.
Mello's paranoia is to be expected. It would be more concerning if he agreed without any issue. Part of him is still amused by it, however. Both he and L sometimes give him too much credit when it comes to his motives outside of actual cases.
And often he's content to let them think what they will, so he doesn't argue. It might be easier for his rival to believe he has something devious in mind than for him to know of Near's odd attachment to him.]
If you're going to continue to be unhappy with that particular bond then I'm sure we can find a way to make it work in your favor at some point.
[Planning to have it work in his favor had been the whole reason he'd allowed it in the first place.]
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[But the case is over. It's all over. He's downright lost and clinging to familiarity, though he'll never admit to it. Mello doesn't glance behind him, doesn't bother to take in Near's expression. It's probably placid, after all.]
[What the hell has he just agreed to? He'll figure it out. He'll keep an eye out. What's important is: M is leaving now. He can't bear to look at his rival in that form, even if it's something he would have wished on the other when Mello was at his worst.]
We kill him. Indirectly.
[Isn't that much obvious?]
Until he gives up.
[Which might never happen. They're dealing with Kira after all. The metal of the warehouse door creeks and churns. So much has happened in so few days.]
See you tomorrow.
[Whatever that involves.]