Title

My Name is Near

Contents

Death Note

Pairings

MelloxNear

MattxNear

Narration

Matt

Summary

Songfic. Matt hears troublsome noises from the new neighbors upstairs. When he finds out what those noises are, he might be too late.

Disclaimer

I do not own Death Note or My Name Is Luca by Suzanne Vega.

Warning

Yaoi. Abuse.

Enjoy

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•The New Neighbors•

It wasn't that late at night, maybe eight or nine. I was in my first floor apartment, or bachalor pad what ever you wanted to call it. In the living room to be exact, playing Bioshock with a piece of strawberry pocky hanging out of my mouth. That's the first time I heard the noises. It sounded like someone fell, something broke, and someone else was stomping up to the fallen one.

"Please..."

I paused my game and looked up at the ceiling. I could hear something going on, but I wasn't sure what was going on. It stopped for a good five minutes, the silence getting to me. Yeah, I lived alone, and should be used to silence. But this silence was just.. too quiet. I was tempted to go upstairs and ask if something was wrong, but decided against it. What ever was happening was between the people upstairs, nyeah? Breaking the thoughts I went back to my game, harvesting another little sister. I never rescued them, because I liked to piss of what's her face with the russian accent. It was a new game, and I had already beat it with rescuing them. The ending was gay. 'you got more than you ever wanted. A family.' ... Yeah, that's all I ever wanted. NO! What the hell kind of ending is that!?

This was basically how I lived day to day. Get up at five am, go to work at Game Stop, come home, eat, go online, surveys, then play games until I fall asleep. I never really had any friends after high school. My best friend in the world moved away, and the only other friend I had fell in love with my best friend. Sure, I'm definatly approachable and friendly but I don't exactly have any friends to bring home. I used to have an idol, but I heard he died or something. I don't know the details, all I know is he's not doing his job anymore. I live off strawberry Pocky and Moutain Dew. I'm twenty two, paying for college. At the moment I'm on break, school should start back up again in about two months. I always take the half semester courses, because that way I can go to school half a semester than work over time during the break. When you're paying to live on your own, it's quiet expensive. That's one of the reasons I work at Game Stop. My games come free along with the consul. If it weren't for Game Stop I'd be in a million dollars debt to the bank for playing so much.

Within an hour I beat the game and grew thristy. I got up off my butt and looked in the fridge. Let's see, got some purple stuff... some soda... MOUNTAIN DEW ALRIGHT! I took the bottle and poured a glass, downing it. It was delicious. I yawned and looked to my rat cage. I had two white rats, both female. One was pinky and the other was the brain. Yes, I know that on the show they were both male... But what ever I thought it was cool. And their my mice, so I'll name them what ever I want. I watched pinky run on the wheel, the brain just kinda layed there. I rolled my eyes,

"Such lazy mice."

I spoke to myself. Then the noises came again. This time more violant. I looked back to the ceiling, it was shaking as if something was being thrown to the floor over and over again. Or banged against it. I walked out onto the porch, trying to ignore the noises. Down in the yard was a swing set, I wonder if the upstairs neighbors had a little kid. My landlord, Light Yagami, had said there were only two people. Didn't say who they were or their relation to each other. I'm guessing it's just a parents and their kid. Which would explain the banging I guess... Little kids get hyper and whine about things, then throw a fit on the floor. Great, now I have to put up with a bratty kids. I lite up a ciggerette, figuring I might as well take up my use of outside. No one could smoke in the house, one of the tendents from the third floor had this life support machine and the vents would bring the smoke up to her apartment.

The door upstairs slammed shut, a body stumbling out onto the porch above me. I looked up from over the edge and exhaled smoke. I couldn't see a damn thing. Footsteps descended the stairs. I looked to them, maybe this was the little kid? Well, the boy was indeed small but he didn't look young. I could describe him in one word. White. His pajamas were white, his hair was white, everything was white. Until I got a glimpes of his face.. There was a nice shiner on his left eye, trailing down a bit further than a normal black eye would. He kept his head down, trying to avoid me. Well, I wasn't going to be rude..

"Hey." I greeted.

He didn't even look at me. Instead he twirled his hair and walked out to the swing set. I watched the boy as he rocked back and fourth. He looked really sad.. Like something bad happened. I wanted to make small talk, but I wasn't sure if he'd even respond. I inhaled the last of the stick and put it out in the grass, exhaling the cloud. I walked back inside, figuring that I should get some sleep. I said good night to pinky and the brain and then layed on my bed. I stared at the ceiling, wondering what all the noise was for. I should really get my mind off of it, seeing as it was none of my business.

I closed my eyes and thought about the boy. He was cute, but very unsociable. Maybe his girlfriend yelled at him or something. He looked around my age, so I wouldn't be surprised if he was living with a pmsing girlfriend. That could explain the yelling. I should tell him just to give her chocolate and she'll be fine. I snorted a laugh, folding my hands behind my head as I closed my eyes.

I woke up two hours later, and craved nicotine. I walked outside, and was shocked to see the boy still there. Ha, his girl won't let him in huh? I decided to play a bit. I put a cancer stick in my mouth and looked at my match as I talked to him.

"Give her chocolate! It'll make things better."

I swished out my match, and threw it in the trash on the porch. I leaned against the railing, taking the stick out of my mouth as I exhaled the smoke. The boy shook his head.

"I did..."

I laughed, "Still angery? Eh, she'll come around." I placed the butt to my lips, "What's your name kid?"

"...Near.."

"I'm Matt. Welcome to the neighborhood. Where you move from?"

Near kept his eyes to the grass. He seemed to be in his own little world. I rose an eyebrow,

"You alright there?"

Near nodded, "Yes.."

His voice was so soft, almost child like. I can understand why his girlfriend must love him. He's so innocent.

"Near!!"

I heard yelling from the porch upstairs. I looked up from over the railing, seeing a blonde man. He looked a bit peeved, half eaten chocolate bar in hand. It took a second for everything to click.

"Mel?" I asked.

He looked down, smiling in responce. "Matty!"

He rushed down the stairs and we shared a long needed man hug. I almost burnt him with my ciggerette, not being prepared for his rush in hug. But that was Mello, always gotta rush into things.

"Light never told me you two were the new tendents! What's goin' on? I haven't seen you in years!"

Mello nodded in a smile, "I know," he smirked. "Just needed a cheaper place, since Near wanted to go to college. I stopped at high school, but apparently he likes it." Mello shruged.

"Really? Where's he goin'? I'm in college at the moment to, just taking half semester classes." I smiled.

Mello shruged then yelled, "Hey fuck face where you going to school!?"

I looked to Near, who wasn't really responding. "Kyoto.."

I smiled and nodded, "That's where I'm going."

Mello didn't look interested. He bit off a piece of his chocolate. I looked to him, still old Mello.

"So... You and Near just living together or-"

"We're fucking."

I blinked. Such... profanity. I shouldn't expect less from him though. "Oh.."

Mello nodded, "Near! Get inside!"

Within two fractures of a second Near got off the swing set and rushed upstairs, keeping eye contact from the two of us. I wondered why he was like that, but living with Mello half explained it. Still.. Something inside me wanted to ask where he got that bruise..

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New story! Promised you a MattxNear fiction. It's kinda MelloxNear too... but eh.

This is the first time ever doing a Death Note pairing that's not main streamed.
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