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Title: Yep Seems To Be The Hardest Word ;
Author: S. (~ Changingroom chiododaBara)
Readers: yellow dot ~ WARNING;
Chapters: 1 /?;
Characters: Death Note ~ L, Mello, Near, Matt;
Pairing: OT3 and slash explicitly! ~ Near / Mello / Matt;
Features: # 001 ~ Top;
Plot: what everyone is asking - and unanimously - Who was the last two L. would choose. And that would make the other end, especially.
L. Mello choose without any hesitation.
not having some kind of inhuman abilities.
simply knows her and knows it well.
E'bello, first of all - and L. worship of Beauty, as everyone knows.
Mello has golden hair, bright and liscissimi. When he goes to bed he collected them in a black elastic, making it more visible, his face white, the bright red of his thin lips usually partially hidden by the perfection of light blonde fringe.
Its body is lean and bony like a little girl and her movements are sinuous, charming.
And then, secondly, a dowry is certainly not common in kids his age: it is persuasive.
He always knows what she wants and how to get it.
has the makings of a leader: he knows how to make people listen.
Talk to everyone, and in a hypnotic, appearing always perfectly convinced of what he says.
It is a very good liar, then.
manages to come up and pouring out to people of any race menogna without arousing his audience in the slightest suspicion.
This, according to some, is what L. look in his successor.
As for him, L., finds it deeply disturbing.
Bello, of course. Elegant says. stubborn, undeniably. \u0026lt;But at least
unbearable adds. And to justify: that eating chocolate does. E'insano, adds, amassing specks of dust on his desk as if it were the most difficult operation ever undertaken.
Whenever I speak, miraculously L. able to divert the discussion on the matter unpleasant chocolate.
Some say - and rightly so - that L. especially do not like her character precisely because, whenever it is this matter, the ideas always Mello.
- make you fat.
valid argument for some.
- Do you gain weight.
- You must give me her blond. Here
L. wrinkled her nose, smiling.
- Because she is old.
At thirteen, of course, to fact they are all old. Another person gliel'avrebbe date for good, taking away the opportunity. Of course, not L.
- No.
- You do not deserve to give you of you just because you're fat.
L. hates the new generations of kids wonder.
L. Watari had asked that all predisponesse to grow together.
Thus, from the very first diaper, Mihael and Nate had been brought up in parallel: two sides of same coin, two scenes of the same film, two concurrent phases of the same plan.
slept in the same room and twin neighbors sat at the table next to one another, and always studied the same subjects spent their free time together.
But they were very different.
soon became Mello Mihael - and it was Nate, of course, to make him the precious gift of a nickname, giving him directly what he knew he would have liked, because it was late and filled his mouth.
knew all the children of the Institute and excelled in literary subjects. He loved philosophy, first of all. And recite from memory his favorite poems. Read any script before an audience without the slightest embarrassment, and he talked to anyone in an appropriate manner and interesting topics. It was an exhibitionist. He had a keen taste in clothes and knew how to use his body. Kissing girls, but he hated to talk to them, found them empty, and servile, often useless. He had the eyes of a madman.
L. said has the eyes of one who thinks so many things that I could not get them all in his head alone.
Nate, meanwhile, turned in Near - Mello looked at him and he invented this nickname. Immediately place everyone thought that it suited him, in fact.
He spoke little, preferring his company to the other. He slept a lot and do not ever dreamed of. Mathematics was his only talent and he preferred a good chemistry book in any other pastime. He managed to assemble a puzzle of five pieces in fifteen minutes without looking at the starting image and through the monitor of a computer could do anything and without any effort. He hated being watched. He often talked with the girls, kiss or touch him but very little interest. He had some nervous movements, always restless.
L. said has the gestures of one who could would do so many things to lose everything into account.
They were always together. Always.
Every gesture, every movement was an obvious and immediate knowledge of the other.
is provided and everyone knew each other precisely and everything in a precise way, algebraically exact.
But there were differences that were more and more closely with their growing up in worry Watari, who continued to care for them at a distance, as if it were nothing more than an external spectator. Near
slept curled up with the sheets pulled up right on the mouth, with a huge bright blue pajamas depressing, and Mello discovered completamnete slept in his underwear, put in the center of the bed as the crucified, with his mouth wide open.
Mello spoke again: he was talkative, Near was able to articulate a meaningful sentence a month and all the time remaining, preferring short answers. Obviously, the words uttered most often were: Mello and no. Near
spent his days sitting in a way convoluted and difficult to describe in front of a monitor; Mello spoke to the people sprawled on the floor.
Mello were under the bed of packing boxes filled to the brim with chocolate milk under the bed of Near packing boxes were filled to the brim with toys.
Near's voice was thin, iudibile; Mello spoke in a tone full and piercing, an orator.
Mello was always in a sea of troubles, Near was always ready to tirarcelo out at the cost of exposing himself in person.
What bound them was their determination.
and affection in a few insanely absurd manner that bound them together. Inextricably.
What everyone is asking - And unanimously - which one was finally L. would choose.
And that would make the other end, especially.
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