Well, this is just a little try at angst or… horror… whichever way you see it. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer:… would I be here if I owned?

For most people, a cemetery at night is the most frightening place in the world. Though no one person shall ever find it more so than the little albino sitting in the middle of one. It is not for the reason you think, for he did not fear the setting, but the memories it brought. Memories of death. As he sat on the grave, he heard footsteps approaching and quickly swung his head around to see who it was, eyes filled with tears. At discovering who approached, he quickly turned to hide his tears.

"Hello Mello."

"Near?" Mello detected the slight quiver in Near's normal monotone.

"Yes?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Near is not crying." Near sniffles, giving himself away.

"What in the world could possibly make you cry?" Mello sat next to Near, about to playfully hit his arm when he caught sight of the names on the graves. "Near… is this your family?"

The pure white boy laughed lightly at the sight of the chocoholic's face. "Yes, it is," he said, before pointing out each grave in turn, "Benjamin was the father, Soele the mother, and …. Lily…. She was my…. Little sister…" Near began to choke on sobs towards the end, trailing off because he did not wish to show any more weakness to emotions in front of the cruel blondie.

Mello, not knowing how to comfort the fluff ball and unsure why he wanted to, awkwardly put his arms around Nears shoulders, speaking softly while trying to keep a bit of harshness by being blunt, "How did they die?"

"Lily… died by Benjamin and Soele's hands…. They went insane after my first brother, Sam died of a disease and began to torture Lily and Near. Said that they must learn not to love Lily and Near so to never be hurt by their possible departure which was likely due to Near's albinism. Lily was cut in the throat too deeply and died in Near's arms. Near knows that his parents where correct to have separated their emotions, but does not approve of their methods. That is not of concern any more though concerning the fact that they are gone as of now."

After he had finished, he stood and began to walk away at an almost brisk pace, not bothering to say another word. The only thing that stopped him was the almost unheard voice of the leather-clad boy behind him calling for him to stop. Mello reached his side in record time and pulled him in close feeling pity form despite his natural repulsion at the emotionless Near.

"It's okay to be sad Near… it is not a sin for you to feel upset… you can cry."

With that, Near leaned in a bit, taking comfort in his warmth. But the moment ended soon as he regained his detachment, "Near is thankful to Mello for his kindness. It is important the two return to Wammy's now though." He said in perfect monotone, successfully both surprising and annoying Mello. They made their way back, but Mello followed him to his room and forced his way in as Near tried to shut him out.

"You can't just do that! You can't force them out of your memory and not care! It's not natural, it's wrong, it's sickening! You have to care about them and what they did" He growled out in anger, punching the boy in a new spot with each new sentence to emphasize his point, "I will make you feel pain you horrid trash! I can't believe I pitied you, you're obviously not worth it if you don't care that she probably died trying to protect you!" Mello beat and then kicked Near till he bled from his nose, mouth, and nails before storming out and to his own room. As soon as he had left, Near let the tears stream down his face freely, trying to purge all of it out as to avoid it later. "She died… for me…" he whispers and collapses in sobs of pure agony and hatred for himself, allowing everything that had happened to bathe him in his own misery.

He wasn't sure how long he had laid on the floor, blood and salty tears mingling on the floor and his face. Eventually he pulled himself up and began to clean up the mess, scrubbing the floor then stumbling over to the bathroom to scrub any evidence from his skin, trying to bring back the innocence of pure white. Unable to do so, he moved to the shower and washed every inch of his body, thankful for Mello's abuse.

'If he didn't do that… I'd have to inflict the pain on myself… and she would be put into more disgrace from me…. Instead, I can say the pain isn't my own doing.. that I'm trying to be happy for her…' He thinks and finishes scrubbing and dresses into the pure white, deleting the occurrence from his mind once more.

Crawling into bed, he flinches harshly as even the soft bed proves to be painful against his bruised flesh.

"Thank you…. And goodnight Mello," he talks to the air before passing out for the night.

Well! I think I'll make this a chapter fic. Maybe only a few small ones or perhaps more. I don't know… depends on where I go with it… Think I'll make it a part romance though. Don't like guys together? You've been warned! Please tell me any thoughts or comments!