Guardian

A few years have passed. Years filled with a strange lull that would soon be broken, as they would discover. But even after this period has passed, some questions remained unanswered, some mysteries still hung in the air, just waiting patiently to be remembered and faced head on, with no choice. Everything has its consequence. The madness has no end... ~x~ Continuation of Crazy.

Guardian

I don't have a name. I have no ID. Officially, I don't exist. I am absolutely nobody. But still, I'm still here. I breathe, I have blood running through my body, I exist. But nobody sees and nobody cares. Sad? Perhaps. But this is my reality. One day, a long time ago, I already used the name Mihael Keehl. Today, I am known as Mello. Illusion. That's what my life is. An illusion created by a false name that threatens to dissipate at any moment, with the slightest breeze. Well, let's make a proper presentation to start this off. I'm Mello. Nothing more, nothing less. Just Mello, nice to meet you. And that's the damn thing about my story.

Nate Keehl

♡ Make time for the two of you before it's three. ♡ Mello x Near Light x L

Seshat Vermelha

Gently, Near approached the grave, kneeling in the soft snow, feeling it slowly melt beneath his thin legs and wet his pale pants, but he ignored that fact. With his fingers uncovered by his glove, he wiped away the thin white blocks that fell onto the icy rock. He felt his fingers stiffen and his hand sting from the low temperature of that day, but he continued his business, until finally revealing the deceased's full name.

hieiandshino

Today it rains in Tokyo and Near waits in a cafe for the answer to all his questions.

RFS

[L/B/A] Stories stored in chests, heart-shaped boxes, secret computer folders and untouchable memories. During his childhood in the 80's and adolescence in the 90's, L visits his first successors in the lonely Wammy's House.