A/N: Hello. This would be my first foray into Death Note fanfiction. As stated by the summary, it is a small introspective piece on Near. I can’t really say it’s the best it could be, but I did like what I did with it so far.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death note.

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Near lived in a world of white.
And sometimes a black spot would appear. As it faded over time, it became gray, and Near didn’t know what to make of it.

Everything you were… You were a 100 percent. You weren’t 50, 60, 70, or 80. Deep down, subconsciously, you did everything 100 percent.

That black spot faded to dark gray, that became a simple gray, and that turned into a light gray. It faded to the point where everything was white again, and there was no such thing as gray.

But that black spot would return, and start it’s cycle all over again.

Near didn’t understand. Halves were incomplete, and easily broken.
Black was dark and bold.
White was pale and unassuming.
What was gray?
And what purpose did it play?
Near never understood gray…
And maybe that’s why he never liked it.

Gray could be easily destroyed. It had no solid ground of it’s own, and Near thought it was a horrible combination with uneven footing.

Near didn’t like gray. Near didn’t understand gray. Near didn’t want anything to do with gray. Gray wasn’t whole, and it threw all he was used to out the window.

A sudden detail could change everything. The rules of the game, the advantages one could hold over the other’s head… Gray was dangerous.

It played on both sides of the field.

Everything Near needed? 100 percent in the end.

Gray didn’t factor in…
And that’s why it bothered Near. Yet, it never seemed to have an effect on him.

The black ink spot that constantly dripped into his world of white.

Gray never seemed to stop him. He never seemed to care. And that bothered Near.

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And now, for my parting words. Near was referring to two different people in this piece. I can only hope my symbolism got through…