Hey - Mikami-kun?

*Knocking at Mikami's door, and sounding as well-put-together as he can.*

Are you busy?

*Mihael shows up at Near's room and knocks, only because he's not sure if A's there, too. He bounces on his heels a little, hands behind his back, content enough.*

Hey, Near?

*That's it, he can't stand it. He needs N back.

He's been working for days, and oh, does he hope it'll be enough. He makes his way down the hallway he's seen N go off to, dragging a sheet behind him.

Resting carefully on the sheet is a mass of two thousand folded paper cranes. There are blood spots here and there -- paper cuts ahoy -- but he's folded them to the best of his ability.

There's a little mat in front of one of the doors. Mihael figures that must be it.

So he knocks.*

*Mihael, as soon as he was back in his own body, got right back to studying. Now he's heading towards the library, to get a few more books, the ones he's finished with in a stack in his arms.

He thinks he's got it. If he takes A's theory and applies it... he should be able to do this.

When he steps inside of the library, the timing's almost too perfect.*

Oh, A, I'm so glad to see you.

At least we ate.

*Mihael enters the bedroom that he and N now share, his arms folded behind his head.*

Mel actually makes a good sandwich. Did you like yours? Maybe she'll cook again sometime.

*He's not 'over the breakup,' but he can walk around and act like things are normal, and that's better than nothing. It's sort of nice, actually -- walking through some of the deserted hallways, where it's quiet and seems to go on forever.

Rounding corners can always be dangerous, though, and Mihael almost smacks right into one of the people who... he really doesn't want to smack right into. He stumbles to a stop before they hit each other, and stares.*

...Hey, N.

*All right, so wandering around the Mansion maybe wasn't the best plan right now. Sure, socializing did make Mihael feel better...

But at the same time, he also still felt pretty crappy. And the weird thing is... he hasn't actually finished a single chocolate bar, since he and Light broke up.

So there's a steadily growing pile of almost-finished chocolate on the bedside dresser.

He looks sort of down, but he doesn't look miserable. Unless, of course, you're already an expert on what a Mello looks like during different moods.*

*Everyone's out, which is perfect for Mihael, because he needs quiet. He needs to think, and sort things out, and try and get over this guilt he's been feeling for a few days now.

He needs to make himself go find Light. He needs to go kiss Light, to reassure himself that things are okay, that Light fits against him better than anyone.

He lays on his bed, though, in his customary sulking position -- on his back, with an arm over his eyes.

There are maybe three unwrapped, half-eaten chocolate bars on the bed next to him. He keeps getting distracted; he can't let his mind stay still long enough to eat just one.

He doesn't like it.*

*A nice, long shower is exactly what Mihael needed; he's been really tense lately, for a lot of reasons, and the nice, dark, large bruise that's bloomed on his chest is one of them. When he steps out of his bathroom, he's got only a towel around his waist, since as far as he can tell, Meile hasn't come back to the room yet. Near's all right where he is, since he can't see. So Mihael figures he's fine with no shirt just yet, as he crosses to the closet. 

Then again, Mihael's wrong more often than he likes to admit.*

*Meile and Near are asleep on one of the beds in the room, and Mihael's sitting on the other bed, working some safety pins into the hem of a sundress-- just in case. It... feels normal, now, to him. Having the three of them in the same room again. He'd missed it, a lot.

Meile snores, and Mihael fleetingly wonders how Near gets any sleep like that. Then again, he himself can usually sleep through Meile's snoring, so... Well, maybe they're both just used to it.

He's glad they're all rooming together again, because if anything were to happen to them and he wasn't around for it... well. That just wasn't something he wanted to think about.

Hopefully things could stay uneventful, for a little, though.*

1. Pick any character you play.
2. Go to this http://www.geocities.com/poetess47/100questions.html
3. Select at least two questions from each section.
4. In addition to this, question 100 must be answered.
5. Write up the answers as they relate to that character and post them behind a cut.
6. Discuss!

*He hadn't been going to risk getting Meile sick by going to see him, but... after talking with L-- maybe it was true, that leaving Meile without the knowledge that he might not live would be cruel. But... he didn't want to tell Meile that any day now he could just...

Well. He could go see him once, at least. Just in case.

It's hard to make it to Meile's bedroom, and Mihael's breathing is labored by the time he gets there. His thickly-bandaged hand hangs at his side, while his less-bandaged hand knocks on the door-- quietly at first, because he's losing his motor skills some, but then the knock picks up and he raps halfway as loudly as he used to be able to.*

... Meile?

*His voice cracks a little.*

*The way Mihael's walking, he looks as if he'll fall asleep at any moment; and he feels like he's going to, too. He's... admittedly scared of walking around in the hallways, actually. But he needs something in his mouth-- he's always had a bit of an oral fixation, and he can't do much with either of his hands right now anyway. One hand is just shy of heavily bandaged, and the other has little band-aids all over the fingers.

He looks like shit, really. Smudges under his eyes, limp hair, greenish complexion. The slightly-too-small white pajamas he's wearing have little green splotches here and there at the wrists of the sleeves, and the shoulders.

He's on his way to get chocolate, because he feels like he can't really ask N to do that right now. He feels so guilty about the past few days.

(His hand itches and burns, at that thought.)

So he shuffles along, coughing occasionally, and hoping he won't run into that terrifying thing that can't, please God, can't be Near, again.*

Mihael's pacing, pacing, pacing furiously, a bottle of nail polish clutched tightly in one of his hands. He should be sitting down and painting his nails calmly, so he and Meile can talk like usual, but he... can't. 

I swear it, Meile. I swear it. I've had it with that Mello son of a bitch. It was too fucking far, this time. That murderer Near, too. The both of them. 

I can't... 

Deep breaths, Mihael. 
That's not working, though. 

I'm going to--

He clenches his teeth and shuts his eyes tightly, trying not to flip out.

Tiny Mihael, leading near_your_enemy down the hallway, is chattering excitedly.

And he's real nice, N-- my Near. He's real nice. You'll like him, I bet. Even though he can't see he's still really good at doing all kinds of things. He's one of the best people I know. So I think you'll like him. 

*He opens the door to their room, finally, and pokes his head inside.*

Near-- Near? Are you sleeping? You're not sleeping, are you? We can go if you're sleeping. But you're not, right? 

*...A little hyper, now.* 

*Mihael has decided that being small, like this, with no way to do things himself, is decidedly awful. Was it this bad last time he was de-aged...? No, but then again, Light had said that the room manifested insecurities. 

What a suckish insecurity, being small and helpless.  There's nothing he can do about it, though-- of course-- so he's sitting one on of the beds in the room he shares with everyone else, crying. 

God, what is he, a baby, now? But he can't help it. And it's not like Meile's anywhere to be found. And even if Light-- his Light-- was in the room, Mihael wouldn't be able to tell. 

So he just hiccups again, wiping his hand across his face, giving a sniffle and hating it.*

When Mihael opens the door to the bedroom, he sees that it's only Meile, for once, and at first he doesn't know what to say. It seems like he hasn't actually... talked to Meile in a long time. He sits down cautiously on one of the beds and is silent for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. Then, finally, he speaks.

...Sir, you know, I-- 

He pauses, then pulls off the gloves he's wearing today, revealing... plain-colored fingernails, a bit chewed on, but otherwise normal. Normal fingernails are never normal for Mihael.

.......You got any of my nail polish laying around, Meile?