Holy shit, I haven't updated in the longest time! I just recently got a writing software, since my other computer crashed and when I got my new laptop, I didn't feel like buying Microsoft Word..but I found out that on the FanFiction homepage, you can download OpenOffice for free. So I downloaded it. And I've had this story in my head for a while, so I decided to write it. I'm also going to be updating my stories as soon as I finish writing the chapters out. Enjoy~

Nate River sat at on the floor, usual position, stacking dice into an abnormally high tower. Moving carefully, he picked up the last dice from the floor, and reaching his hand up, placed it on the top...

"NEAR!" The door flung open, slamming the door against the wall and shaking the entire room. Near's beautiful creation swayed until it finally fell to the floor, scattering dice across the entire room. Near let out an annoyed sigh and looked up at his intruder. It was Near's assistant, Gevanni, looking frantic. That's unusual... Near thought to himself, before straightening his posture and raising his head to look at his disheveled assistant.

"Gevanni, what is so important that you had to come into my office in such a manner?" Near asked calmly.

"Near! There's a girl in our building, but we have no idea how she got there-" Gevanni started, but Near raised a hand to silence him.

"So, Gevanni, what you are telling me is that you came up here and knocked over my stack of dice, to tell me that we have an intruder? Can't you take care of her yourself?" Near asked impatiently, twirling a strand of his hair between two fingers.

"No, you don't understand! She's not an intruder – well not exactly. She did somehow get in without us knowing, but she is unconscious, hurt, and...um...nude." Gevanni explained, motioning his hands over to the doorway. Near's interest peaked slightly.

"There is an unconscious woman inside out building, and you have no idea whatsoever as to how she got inside?" He mused. Gevanni nodded his head.

"You should come out and see her, maybe get some information when she wakes up." The man suggested. Near closed his eyes and sighed, before pulling himself slowly off the floor.

Since Near is usually sitting and rarely walks around – or stands up, for that matter – it took him a while for his legs to get used to the pressure of his body, even though Near is very light. He stretched his legs out for a good five minutes before finally making his way out the door and into the hallway. He stopped for a moment and turned to his assistant. "Where exactly did you put this woman?"

"She's in the main entrance hall. And she isn't necessarily a woman. She looks to be about seventeen – around your age."

Younger women were always harder to deal with. They weren't in the least bit cooperative, they were emotional, and they were fussy. Although Near was only eighteen, his maturity level was that of a man over twenty. Except when it came to toys. Near could never give up his toys.

The young albino slowly made his way down the stairs to the main entrance hall, where he saw a small lump on the ground. He walked closer and could make out the face of the girl – Gevanni was right, she did look to be about seventeen. Her hair was short and black, and from what he could see, she looked as if she had been crying beforehand. And she did look to be hurt. Checking her over, Near noticed many injuries and wounds. There was a cut above her left eyebrow, not too deep, that looked to be infected. She had a bruised cheek, and there was a trickle of blood that had slipped from her mouth, so Near guessed that she had been punched and had bit her tongue in the impact of the hit. There were what looked to be hand shaped bruises around her neck. Strangulation? There were several more bruises and cuts lining her arms, legs, and torso, but what led Near to come to his conclusion was the blood that had dried between her legs.

"This girl was brutally beaten and then raped." Near concluded, mostly to himself, but still loud enough for Gevanni to hear. The young boy sighed and shook his head, wondering why people committed such terrible acts of violence. "Do we have any female clothes here?"

"Well, Halle isn't here today...no, we have no female clothes."

Near sighed again and crouched down next to the girl in a position resembling that of L's. Sliding his hands under her neck and knees, he used all his strength – which wasn't very much, considering he rarely even stood up, let alone work out – and lifted the girl into his arms. He wobbled a bit, but thankfully didn't drop her or make a fool out of himself in front of Gevanni.

"Gevanni. Prepare a first aid kit in my office. I will take the responsibility of finding her clothes." Near ordered. Gevanni nodded and made his way back into Near's office. Once he was gone, Near took a good look at the girl's face. She had been wearing mascara, and it had smudged slightly underneath her eyes, giving her the look of a raccoon. Her skin was pale, but not nearly as pale as his own. Underneath the chandelier, her face gave off an almost angelic glow.

Getting back to business, Near walked slowly up the stairs and into his closet, which was a whole different room from his office or bedroom. Well, he wouldn't really call it his bedroom, since the only thing in the room was a bed with no sheets, and a few toys scattered across the floor. He only slept there for about four hours before he forced himself to get up and start working again.

The only other room he ever used was, of course, the bathroom. Showers were needed, and so were bathroom breaks, but not so often.

Though Near's closet was huge, only minimal space was necessary, since all Near ever wore were white cotton pajamas. All he owned were white cotton pajamas. He had a pair for each day of the week, and two extras in case he got one dirty. White is easily dirtied, after all.

Near had to be careful when grabbing clothes, since he didn't want to drop this girl and further harm her. He picked up a white cotton button-up pajama shirt, and a pair of pants. Though thinking about it, this girl's waist was really thin, so they probably wouldn't stay on her, so he put them back. But this girl did need something to cover herself down there. He didn't need her tripping and flashing everybody her...erm...female parts. Near shuddered at the idea. He wasn't very interested in females. And no, that didn't mean he was interested in males, either. The only other thing he could give her would be a pair of his boxers, but that would be getting a bit personal, wouldn't it? Though the thought of her tripping again made Near decide that letting her wear his boxers for a little while wouldn't be such a big deal.

Once the clothes were in his hands, and the girl was secure in his arms and not in any risk of falling, Near kicked the closet door shut with his foot and made his way back into his office. Gevanni was there with the first aid kit, but Near motioned for him to get out of his way, and preferably out of the room. He nodded his head, and shuffled out of Near's office, shutting the door behind him. The white-haired boy sighed and crouched down again, this time laying the girl down instead of picking her up. Looking over her, Near attempted to determine which cuts were in dire need of attention, and which could wait. He decided to start with the one above her eye, seeing as it looked infected, or well on it's way to becoming infected. He took a cotton ball, wet it with peroxide, and dabbed it over the cut. The dirt and infection bubbled to the surface and Near had to look away before wiping the stuff off of her face.

Next, he worked on a long scrape across her shoulder. He used some anti-bacterial medication and wrapped a bandage tightly around the wound. Looking for another cut, Near avoided any gashes around the chest area. Those could be taken care of last.

It took about twenty minutes in total, but Near had bandaged and cleaned every cut and injury on the girl's body. The only major injury was a broken ankle, which he wrapped up tight so she wouldn't be able to move it easily. Of course, the worst part of it all had been wiping away the blood from..erm..between her legs. He had taken a moist towel and, closing his eyes, wiped wherever his hand thought there would be blood. It was not a pretty picture.

New problem; Near now had to figure out how to get her clothes on without a) reopening the wounds, b) touching any inappropriate areas on accident, or c) waking her up. He would rather not be hit in the face when she wakes up, since that's probably what she'd do if she woke up to Near buttoning up her shirt. In her eyes, it would look like he was unbuttoning her shirt, she'd freak out, and Near would end up with a bloody nose. He would like to avoid that at all costs.

First, he took his boxers – white with light blue horizontal stripes – and pulled them carefully up to the girl's waist. Luckily, his fingers touched no bad places. Next was the shirt. Lifting her off her back for a moment, Near slid both arms into the sleeves, and gently laid her back down. Now to button it.

His fingers fumbled with the buttons as he started from the bottom and worked his way up. The boxers were completely hidden under Near's pajamas. That was a good thing, he supposed. Finally, Near got to the last button, which still left most of the front open, and started buttoning it.

Near had never had the best of luck.

Right as he finished buttoning the final button, a pair of frightened green eyes opened up at him.

Shit, really?