Whammy's Institute for the Gifted was a wonderfully well-known school for those with weird and worthy children who also happened to have wits like no other. It was almost as if the students there were merely adults in children's bodies. However, they knew the truth that they were still young.

They were chalk full of emotion radiating off them; laughter, tears, and fire was stored inside of them like a battery, and when you do something so minuscule (for example, poke them in the face), that is the moment that you have unleashed intense anger and horribly flamboyant screeches that will echo throughout the whole universe.

All of them were so innocent and inexperienced. They knew nothing of the truly harsh world that reality and politics created. What would they do if they knew of the pain? Cry and mourn due to the fact that they didn't know what to do with so much emotion locked up in them. How unfortunate!

Life is so harsh! Every child was once pure until the truth hit 'em hard.

Well, unless you include Nate River in the formula.

Also known as Nathalie River.

Also known as N.

Also known as Near.

Wow, that's a lot of names beginning with 'N', right?

Well…He does wear a lot of white. Kinda pure?

The albino was still wondering how he ended up spying on a school not only for the gifted, but for those too who are clearly idiotic, and the rest also seems to be useless producers of carbon dioxide. He pondered how he had acquired an admirer who was the same sex as him and was still attracted to Near despite his many flaws. But most of all:

Why the fuck was he in a dress?

'It was for the good of the agency.' He said.

'I promise that you'll receive a higher pay after this.' He said.

'It'll be over before you know it.' He said.

The white-haired boy knew that L was a good guy at heart…But sometimes he wonders if he really is the true spawn of Satan.

"This case is a difficult one." L stated, picking up his fork to complete the process of taking a fragment of the cake and eating it. Who was L without his treats?

"Mihael Keehl is a student at Whammy's Institute for the Gifted. He once had a family. Slowly and painfully, they were murdered one by one. No evidence."

The room only had two things: Silence and L's voice. Near nodded as he took in the information, twirling his hair in deep thought.

"Mihael is heir to one of the richest companies in the world - Keehl's Sweets. I-"

"HAHA! So that's why you took the case!" BB giggled, scooping another blob of jam with his bare hand and shoving it into the depths of his mouth. "BB that thinks L just wants to get on the company's good side!"

'I swear, I'll never get used to this third-person thing.' Near muttered to himself in thought.

"W-Well, it's definitely not that! These people are dying for no reason, and no-one in the regular police departments could solve the case." The male stuttered, slightly hiding his cake and moving it closer to his chest.

"LIES!" BB shrieked, a finger pointed directly at L along with glowing red eyes.

The albino merely twirled his hair and sighed.

"Anyway, we should get into the subject today."

Everyone was staring at the raven-haired male, listening closely.

"Near, I would like you to protect Mihael."

Everyone's eyes shifted to the white-haired male, who raised an eyebrow due to the vagueness of the statement.

"How?"

"You know how to fight, don't you?"

"Indeed."

"Then go to that school, and protect him personally."

Near put his leg closer to his chest, and continued to twiddle with his snow locks. "L, I am a detective. Why don't you simply give the job to someone more capable than me?"

"I cannot trust anyone else. And as a bonus, you are around the same age as him." He reasoned.

Truly, Nate River was not a normal child.

"I apologise, but I will have to-"

"I'll buy you some new toys."

That caught the albino's attention with a net. He was intrigued. He was interested. He was paying attention to what L would say.

'BB thinks Near is easy to persuade.' The jam-lover snickered to himself, and continued to gobble up his strawberry jam and thrust another jar out of nowhere.

"I will increase your pay."

Oh, Near was beginning to really consider the option. He was imagining after of working hard guarding this random guy from afar and then coming back to see L hand him a bunch of his favourite type of toys and puzzles then proceeding to hand him a box full of cash.

He was drooling at the thought.

'Damn…This is very tempting.'

"I will-"

"Okay, okay! I agree!" Near grumbled, slumping more - if that was indeed possible.

The albino was sure that the raven-haired man was grinning in an evil manner. "Really?"

"Yes." He uttered.

"Witnesses here?"

Everyone raised their hand.

"Wonderful."

"So…What shall I do?" The white-haired male questioned.

"Well um, there was one point that I didn't mention to you about."

Near froze. "What was it, L?"

"Hehe, I believe that you shall have the responsibility of taking the role as not just one of the students in the institute, but as one of the many females." He scratched the back of his head.

Near stood completely still and nothing left his mouth, only his breaths. His eyes burned through L's head, dark eye to dark eye. Fire with fire. To them, nothing was around; It was those two. Near's white hair with L's black.

"I'm not cross-dressing."

"You're not. Nathalie River is going to dress in completely normal attire for her gender, and seem almost nonexistent." L retorted, biting his thumb - which was a little bad habit of his - but he just can't help it.

"Because they are nonexistent. Is the girl thing necessary?"

"Whammy's Institute only has twenty-six students. Thirteen boys and thirteen girls. It was merely a coincidence that there were no more rooms for any more boys during our investigation. However, there is a space for a girl. For you."

Near sighed and twirled with his hair.

"You better pay me a considerable amount."