And Near was so right in his claim. If Mello had wanted him dead, the Near from his future wouldn't have existed. Mello was fully aware that getting rid of Near would mean winning by default, leaving their race unfinished and himself as forever number two; it would also make the world a dull and boring place with nothing to strive for. As much as Mello had got to hate his rival, he was also too addicted to the competition with him. It kept his blood boiling, his senses sharp, and his reckless nature more deadly than ever.

As unnerving as it was to accept that no one knew him better than Near did, Mello was also kinda flattered that Near regarded him with a certain amount of respect, instead of taking him for a dirty liar. Mello leaned back from his position, giving Near some desired personal space as the blond took a few steps back.

"That's right," he said, hands resting in his coat pockets. "I'm not going to go back on my word with you, we both agree on that. Now, tell me the information I want to hear in exchange for my protection."