A/N Ok. So. I'm a tad bit mean in this fanfic. I love Near with all of my heart, and every time I see him, I have the urge to solve a puzzle. I'm afraid that there will be some out of characterness, but that really can't be avoided. This A/N will in fact cover just about everything so I don't have to worry about A/N's. Sorry.. This first bit of the chapter is the prologue. Think of it as a foreshadow. Indeed, it isn't really a prologue, but in fact a foreshadow. It won't be shown as it is in the story, but it will happen, and the beginning events should prepare you for said stuff. There won't be many if any mentions of Kira or the case in this. This will be before Kira, L dying, Mello going away, Etc. Now, Near will be in fact, kidnapped and tortured to an extent. Don't like, do the obvious and don't read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, nor do I wish too. To many fanfics to read if I were said owner. I don't own Near, in my mind, yes, but really, no.

Warnings: M because of semi gruesome events, probably a bit rape in their. Yaoi eventually. Forced Yaoi... Child abuse, and all that other fun stuff. Hopefully torturous events. They won't be nice, but I dunno how its going to turn out to you.

Now enough of my bantering. Enjoy.

Foreshadow/Prologue.

Some people say that I'm rather emotionless. I, on one hand seem to find myself full of emotions. Yes. I see myself as.. hm, whats the word? An emotions galore. And no, my friend, that was not sarcasm. Proof, you might seek. Well, I find the fact that I'm crying, trying to muster the strength to scream and do such nonsense should frankly be enough evidence. Completely out of character, yes, but the circumstances seem to oblidge it. Yes. No other way out of it, well besides suicide, but frankly that's out of the question. If I were to kill myself, it would show as a sign of weakness. As does crying, but I have a reason for it.

This time.

I, Nate River, have given up. I won't resort to killing myself as said, but not as highly for showing a sign of weakness. I fear I am to weak to kill myself. Sadly. Only a week has passed by. Wonder how much longer this will last.

I should probably explain my current situation, but no, I won't. Black dots are starting to fill my vision, and I fear I'm in no state to explain.

Well. Life sucks.

The last thing I remember before I pass out, would probably be the feeling of defeat that fills my body right down the the core. That was it... There was no point of hoping and trying anymore.

I had broke.

Chapter 1

Clatter. The pieces of my puzzle fell to the ground. I sighed. Time to redo it. It was basically all white with an L in the corner. I was sitting alone again. I put the pieces together for the billionth time. I didn't really have to look to solve it anymore. Once I was positive that I could, I would win the game, and I would be a winner. Bleh. While in the Wammy's House, no one seemed to notice me, except for Mello.

Speaking of whom, I looked around for him. The room I was in was rather empty. A few toys of time, a puzzle, and box of dice. That about filled my entire day. Entertainment seemed extremely hard to come by lately, so why not use it by doing something useful and using my brain? One or two kids seemed to linger doing who knows what. I was sitting, so I could see if anyone was hiding.

Nope. No Mello. Just myself basically.

I could start bantering about how I was usually alone, but I was used to it. And honestly, I never found myself alone while I was by myself. Physically, yes, but mentally I had an imagination. I solved puzzles, and I created them. I, myself was a puzzle. But myself was a bit harder to solve, so in some aspects I was loosing.

It took me a minute to realize that I'd completed the puzzle. When had I continued doing it? Who knows. I heard some footsteps and looked up.

Roger was walking toward me, as was this women. I pondered wondering what they wanted. They seemed to be walking toward me, but..

"Hello, Near." Roger greeted me, sweating on his brow.

"Hello, Roger. How's it going?" I mumbled, looking down.

Roger avoided my question. Rather he didn't have time to answer. The new lady started talking.

"Aw! Your so cute! Your whiteness doesn't bother me at all. Its not creepy. Its pretty." She continued to rant about my white skin.

I was started to get annoyed. "Yes, I'm albino. And seeing you, you appear to be white as well."

The lady blushed. "Oh, yes, but not as white as you! Your white is just so. Pretty."

"You just said that."

"Oh, --"

"Anyway," Roger broke in, "This lady, known as..?"

"Oh! I never introduced myself! I'm Jeniffer Ley." The lady now known as Jeniffer stated.

"Pleasure to meet you." I replied. The lady seemed to blush. But, there was a look in her eye. She seemed to be up to something..

"Ah, yes, well, Miss Jeniffer wishes to adopt you." Roger looked around.

Now the thing about Wammy's House, is that it is an orphanage, but not exactly the type as too adopt and such. I guess this lady pondered upon it. Or many it wasn't so casual.

"Ah. I see. Well, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to decline. I basically have a family here, and it would hurt to much to leave them." The fib was simple. No, I didn't really see anyone here as family, but I was trying to succeed L, I couldn't be adopted now, or ever!

The lady looked actually hurt. But there was something in her eyes. Ah. She couldn't fool me. She was fully blown pissed off that I'd refused her. Roger, on the other hand looked relieved.

"Well, little boy, I don't think it quiet works that way. In orphanages it appears that as long as the person who is willing to adopt fits the papers, then your stuck with me. Now. I'm going to adopt you, Near." Jennifer stated. Her teeth were gritted and I was almost impressed at how calm she sounded.

"But I--" I started, but Roger who was starting to look a bit green interrupted me.

"She's right, Near. Your going to have to go with her if all checks out." He didn't sound happy. So Mello was going to win, wasn't he? Oh well. Near couldn't be gone for long. No one likes the quiet ones.

"Even if I don't want to?" I frowned. Wammy's House wasn't actually for adoption. It was to succeed L. What was happening?

"It appears so." Roger looked over to the lady, who had been frowning. "This way, please." They began to turn around, Roger trying to force a smile. Before they got to far, the lady turned around.

"Trust me, Near, by the time you leave, you'll love me!" The Jennifer lady was smiling, but not so much in a warm way, more so of a sinister way.

I continued to frown, not even attempting a smile. What the hell? I was going to be adopted by some strange lady before I even finished? Finished what exactly? Finished succeeding L! Fear and worry was starting to bubble up in me. I normally can easily read people, but this lady.. she was hard to read. I pushed the emotions away. No time for such nonsense.

Roger came back alone within a half hour. He looked like an extremely sad puppy. Unusual. "Near, it appears that this lady is clean. Yes, I know Wammy's house isn't exactly the adopting orphanage, but it is an orphanage, so you do have to go with her, or else she may alert the authorities. No, we aren't doing anything illegal, but we aren't actually obeying the law. Bending them, if you will. We'll try to get you back, and I promise that you'll still be first to succeed L is you return. If this lady pulls anything," Roger pulled out a white paper clip and clipped it to Near's pajamas, not even seeming as though its there, "If this lady pulls anything, form the paper clip into an S, and it'll send me your location. But only if she pulls anything illegal and such, understand?"

I nodded and remained where I was. A series of questions ran through my head, but none of them would be answered without actually attempting somethings that aren't guaranteed to be safe. Time will tell, I guess. Roger told me to stay still and he walked away.

The Jennifer lady returned and picked me up. I made a small squeak in protest. Now the lady was picking me up? I may be small, and I may not like walking, but I wasn't a baby. She carried me out of the orphanage. "What about my stuff?" I protested, trying to wiggle out of this lady's arms. I left out the fact that Roger had told me to stay.

"Oh, honey, don't worry. I'll buy you new stuff!" She continued to carry me.

"You can't buy me my memories." I muttered. The lady froze.

"Listen here, you little runt. We'll make memories, OK? Now shut your trap and get in the car." Well. Things seemed to be getting off on the really wrong foot here. This lady had been nice, but now she seemed a bit.. bitchy.

I got in the car only to have the door slammed where my feet had just been. I blinked, my eyes wide. I was already tempted to move the paperclip, but Roger had said illegal. So far, slamming a car door, being bitchy, and giving me a bad feeling was not illegal.

I sighed, and put the seat belt on, lifting a knee to my chin.

"Sit properly!"

I removed my knee and felt very uncomfortable. I hated sitting so normally. I felt stupid. Vulnerable

The Jennifer lady was glaring at me, and I tried to make use of my hands by twiddling my thumbs, but the lady continued to insist staring.

Sweet one minute. Horrible the next. This lady must seriously be PMS'in.

We pulled up to a driveway and the lady got out the car, slamming the door. She was inserting a key into the house door, and I slowly got out of the car.

I layed my feet on the concrete, and almost fell. I normally didn't walk, and I never got in a car. Between the two, I was starting to feel sick. I stumbled up to the door to find it open. I wasn't wearing any shoes because they made my feet feel claustrophobic. Yes. With shoes on I, as a whole felt claustrophobic.

I walked in the house and shut the door. I stood there awkwardly.

A door open to the left of me, and it appeared a man to walk out of it. He looked at me. He was slightly overweight, the top of his head bald with little hairs along the rest of his head. He looked to be around 6'1, and there was a beer in his hand. He wore jeans and a white tank top. Your average looking drunk. Yay.

The lady came back and soon both were staring at me intensely.

It was extremely uncomfortable. My knees wobbled and I wanted to sit down, but I didn't.

I remained silent, as did the man and women. I started to twirl a lock of my hair and looked around the place. There was a couch, a lamp, an empty bookcase, a dirty rug, and a rather small TV. There was nothing on the walls, no plants, no other signs of life. There was three doors. I hadn't looked at the house from the outside, but I reckoned that the house was small.

"You ain't got no shit?" The man asked, frowning.

I shook my head. I was lying, but the lady made me come before I was able to go. Now that I think about it, wasn't there supposed to be something I was supposed to do before I left?

"Did ya even get adopted? Didn't think that ya could adopt, babe." The man was still talking.

"Nah. I filled out the stuff with incorrect answers, and I left before he could check me."

Wait. What? Had I been kidnapped?

"Oh. Well in that case, lets get those Pajamas off, kid. Its no time to be wearing them." The man walked toward me. I tried to get away but he tackled me to the ground.

Great.

x-x-x-x

Roger returned to the playroom to ask Near were the lady went, and why she didn't answer all the questions, but Near wasn't there.

Roger went to check Near's room.

No Near.

Shit. What just happened?