Hello again kitties.

I come bearing Death Note fan fiction :3 Hope ya'll enjoy L-as-the-babysitter fan fiction, because I don't think there's nearly enough of it.

This is only the first chapter of what I hope to be a nice semi-long piece. Considering this is my first non one-shot ever I hope it's to eveyones liking.

Disclaimers: I don't own Death Note. Though I do own a note book and like to pretend I'm L.

And now, I hope you enjoy

Rainy Day Babysitter.

"But I don't want to go shopping!"

Mello shrieked angrily, kicking his tiny feet in frustration against the mattress of his bed.

"Oh...why not? It wont take long. We just need milk and sugar.."

"But we just went shopping Near!" Mello whined passionately "And it's raining outside and it's cold!"

"I know that." The younger boy responded passively, digging his toes into the rug in the hallway. "I'm just telling you what Roger said."

"Why can't I just stay here! God! It's not like I'm not old enough to be left alone!" Mello cried, gesticulating wildly from his position on the bed. "And come in here when you talk to me Near!"

Near looked around nervously for a moment, but stayed standing outside Mello's doorway. He knew that never completely entering his room annoyed Mello to no end, but to be honest Mello made Near anxious, especially when he was upset.

"Mello," He tried again gently, taking a tiny step forward hoping to appease him. "Let's just go shopping with Roger, okay? It wont take that long."

"No! I'm not going out in the rain."

"Fine." Near snapped beside himself, kicking his foot deeper into the rug. "Roger told me to tell you that if you're gonna stay here-"

"Which I am. And why don't you just marry Roger if you're going to talk about him so much? You two can spend your rainy days together getting wet and going shopping." Mello teased, lifting his head up to see if his words would cause a reaction. Near stayed quiet until he was sure Mello was finished before resuming his sentence.

"He said that if you're going to stay here you'll need a babysitter."

"...What?"

Near sighed, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot "Roger said that if you don't want to come with us then you're going to need a-"

"I heard what you said!" Mello snapped sitting up quickly and pivoting on his bed to look at Near. "I can't believe you're serious! How can they think I need a babysitter? I'm seven years old! I don't need a babysitter! I'm not going to eat glue or put toothpaste in my hair or do some other stupid moronic thing only a baby would think of!

Near thought about mentioning that babies also threw tantrums, but his common sense advised against it.

"Okay. So..." Near looked down at his feet to avoid Mello's glare and quickly tried to think of something to say. All he could come up with was "Should I tell Roger you're not coming?"

"Near, you're such a freak!" Mello spat throwing a pillow at the door. "I don't need a babysitter! Tell him I'm going to stay in my room!"

Near shrunk back into the hall, pulling his hair tightly around one finger. He had been harboring a half formed hope that by some miracle Mello would actually agree to come shopping with them and by doing so avoid an argument, but that seemed very unlikely now.

"I'll say so Mello." Near said quietly, gazing down the hallway "but I just want you to know that I thought maybe...it would be nice going shopping..."

Mello opened his mouth as if to yell something in retaliation, but turned away instead, crossing his arms and staring angrily out the window.

Near stood quietly for a few moments, watching Mello's small body tense before shuffling quickly back down the hall.

As soon as Mello knew Near was gone he jumped off his bed and slammed his door. "Stupid Near." He spat, kicking his abused pillow across the room. "Don't you think I would have liked to go shopping too?" He added quietly to himself, wiping tears of frustration off his cheeks.

The rain outside pelted harshly against the great glass window, and a quick clap of thunder made Mello's heart skip a beat. Suddenly the idea of staying alone in his room all night was becoming less and less appealing, and Mello crawled up onto his bed only to remember it was pillow-less.

Staring out at the storm Mello felt the anger seep out of his system to be replaced with fatigue. Leaning against the headboard of his bed Mello waited in silence as minutes past by. Soon he began to feel content to just fall asleep right then and there, until he heard a knock at his door.

Shooting up like a rocket, Mello growled deep in his throat and after making his way across the room threw open his door with a loud "What is it now?"

Large dark eyes stared down at him over a half eaten ice cream cone.

"Hello Mello. I guess I'll be watching you tonight."

Suddenly the rain seemed to lighten up outside.