"So I just have to wish for it and it'll appear magically? Fantastic." Bitter sarcasm was all over Mello's words, his tension more than obvious. He was seconds away from knowing his fate, it was impossible for him to remain perfectly calm and composed. Aggressiveness had always been his defense mechanism to cover other weaknesses like fear or sadness.

And he really, really needed a damn chocolate bar, but as much as he wished for one, nothing happened. He supposed that he'd have to check his room later on.

"Let's get to the point," he added, predatory eyes boring into Near's now, even if the brat tended to always avoid Mello's gaze. "Tell me what the current situation with Kira is."