Wammy house adventures is a story of some things Matt, Mello and Near did when they were kids. I did my best at capturing their personalities. I don't own this characters. All the characters and setting belong to Death Note

Wammy House adventures

My eyes slowly opened. I was in a dimly light room, on a bed I think. I was lying down my head propped up by a bunch of pillows. When my vision cleared the first thing I saw was Matt, sitting at my bed side. He took my hand, those stupid goggle/glasses things on his head, messing up his red locks.

He smiled, "Hey kiddo."

I tried to smile back. He continued, "Near just stepped out. He should be back any minute."

Near was suddenly on the other side of my bed, holding a toy-oh wait 'Action figure'-in his hand, as usual. He spoke too, "Evening Mello."

"Hey guys." I managed, "What the hell happened?"

My head was pounding. Near answered for me, "You crashed your dirt-bike," He tussled my hair, "But you'll be fine according to the Nurse."

I brushed Near away as Matt sat back dropping my hand, "It was funny as hell!"

"Matt." Near scolded. Matt simply shrugged.

I sat up and rubbed my throbbing head. Oh yeah…my dirt-bike. I remember now. Matt's right that was pretty funny.

"Your bikes fine, in case you were wondering." Near added. Matt nodded.

"Oh good," I smiled, they know me too well, "Thank guys."

Matt nodded again, Near kept staring at me. I frowned, "What? Do I have a burse?"

Near shook his head. I pulled off the covers and jumped up, "Woh," I reeled back, Matt took my shoulder for support, "Too fast." I gripped my dizzy head, "That didn't feel good."

Matt laughed, "I'm sure it didn't idiot. Oh, Near and I have decided to cancel tonight."

I glanced between them, "Aw hell no! We are so doing it!"

"You were unconscious three minutes ago," Near sighed, "You are in no state to go."

I put my hands on my hips-But it didn't look as girly as it sounds, "I can still do this. I'll be fine by then. Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Near."

"He's right," Matt countered, "I think we should wait till tomorrow."

"Look guys, I'm fine. I'm standing already." I pushed Matt's hand away, "See."

"All right! Its back on!" Matt cheered.

The door opened. Roger, our current guardian, walked in, "Ah Miheal. Glad to see you are alright."

I nodded, "Yep," I raised my arms and flexed my muscles, "totally fine!"

"Dinner is almost ready."

I dropped my arms and the three of us said,"Okay," in unison. The door closed and I looked at Matt, "We are still going." I half asked half demanded.

He started walking to the door, "Totally. If you think you're up to it."

"I am." I assured.

Near followed Matt, "Can't we play video games instead?"

Matt turned to him, "Dude, as much as I love that idea, no. Don't be a goody toe-shoes."

"What's wrong with wanting to stay home?" Near asked

I walked over and put my arm around him, "Ah, Near, Near, sweet little Near. Everything is wrong with it. You're going tonight. Whether you want to or not. We are young. This is the time to do stupid things like this! You should be happy. Hanging out with us means you get to do things like this waaay before other kids your age around here."

Near nodded, understanding now. We raced down to the dining hall, I won-how's that for no state to go, Near?

. . . . .

That night we all met in the attic. Matt was the first to crawl out the window that sat on the side of the roof. Near went out, I was the last. The full moon made it easy to see what we were doing.

Matt pulled on my hand, indicating that I am too slow at going out windows. I let out a shout as I tumbled out. Near shushed me as Matt grabbed the shoulder of my leather vest and pulled me to my feet.

I turned to near and whispered, "Don't shush my! Yell at him!" I pointed at the boy holding my vest. They both rolled their eyes thinking I was over reacting, "Hey, I could have rolled off the roof and died! Then you-"

Matt interrupted me, dropping his hand, "Then we wouldn't have to hear you talk anymore."

I put my hands on either of his shoulders and gave his a shove. He was going to push me back but we both looked at Near when he spoke, "If you two are done fooling around, we should go."

Matt ran past Near. I chased him, determined to be in front Near. We stopped feet away from the tree we intended to climb down and waited for Near to catch up. He isn't really a runner.

When I had my back turned Matt gave me a good hard shove. I flew at the gutter, my stomach flipping at the thought that I was now going to die. Matt caught my hand just as a foot slipped off the edge. I hung like that for a mille-second before he yanked my back to him shouting, "Saved your life!"

A trick he often played when we were closer to the ground. Now it was just cruel. He pulled me back so hard I ran into him. My arms flew around him and I gripped onto his shirt for dear life. A reflex I guess, I really don't know why I did it. I stayed like that for another mille-second, then pulled away and pushed him, "You ass!"

He was laughing too hard to keep his balance and fell back on his ass. While he was distracted, I grabbed the bridge of his goggles, pulled them, and let them snap back at his face. They made a loud noise. Matt ripped them off his head and covered his eyes with his free hand.

"Ow! Bast-" He shouted, Near knelt beside him and covered his mouth before he could get the word out. Near doesn't like it when we curse.

Near spoke calmly, like he always does, "Now that you boys are done flirting…" he scowled between me and Matt, who was now trying to fix his stupid goggles.

I gave Near a kick, "We are not flirting, Albino!"

Near is so annoying sometimes! I really don't like him all that much; actually I don't like him at all. But I put up with it cause Matt thinks he is cool. And I think Matt's cool. I'm the oldest but we don't treat each other by age.

Matt usually treats me like I'm the youngest. I don't know why and I get annoyed sometimes. I make sure Near remembers he is the youngest but Matt treats him like they are the same age. Near treats everyone the same. Everyone. I act like Matt is my age. It makes me feel like I don't spend my days playing with younger brats.

I just turned twelve. Matt is eleven and I think Near is ten but he might be nine. The three of us are always together. Matt and I have some things we do by ourselves, but that doesn't happen often. Even with Near around-no matter how much I hate to say it, it's true-we always have fun.

Matt pried Nears hand away from his mouth, "Can we go please?"

I nodded and the boys got to their feet. Matt went down the tree first, making sure there was no one in the windows. After the all clear, I jumped to the nearest branch and made my way down. There was a swing tied to one of the branches so Near and I slid down the ropes at the same time. I landed smoothly on my feet while Near landed on his ass with a little, "oof." Like the child he is.

I rolled my eyes and walked away. He can get up on his own. Matt took Nears hand and ran. I ran off as well. Having to drag Near, Matt wasn't as fast as normal. He's almost as fast as me but I practically left them in the dust. I would occasionally look back at them. Near looked like a moron, tumbling behind Matt.

I stopped when I got to the fence of a privet beach. Matt dropped Nears hand and ran up to me. We were both out of breathe but I thought Near was going to die.

"Lets never-" He stopped to breathe, "Do that-again please."

I rolled his eyes. Matt smiled, "Come on, N"

He took Near by the shirt collar and pulled him to the fence. Matt got down on all fours and Near and I used him as a step stole to climb over the fence. He was able to climb over himself.

We walked down the beach. Near asked, "Do you remember where it is?"

"Of course," I replied, "How could I forget?"

Matt looked around, "We put it by the dead tree, didn't we?"

"Yep, it's right there." I pointed at a little tree that had been split in half by lighting. We picked up the pace in our steps Matt lifted the small downed branch. Even though it was little he needed to use both hands. Near crowned under and began to dig in the sand.

"Come on!" I shouted after a moment.

Matt scolded me, "Hey leave him alone. I don't see you down there getting all wet and sandy."

I hate it when he sticks up for Near. I never have a comeback for it. So I crossed my arms and looked away.

Near came out from under the limb with a small safe, a bite bigger than his hand. I took it from him. Matt dropped the branch. I looked around, "Okay. Where do you wanna sit?"

We all looked around. Near found a spot over in the grass where we all laid down on our backs and looked up at the stars. Matt reached for the safe in my hands, "I wanna open it this time!"

"You remember the combination?" I asked handing it him.

"Duh! Of course I do!" He fumbled with the lock a little then opened it and handed me some papers.

I took them. I was the best at reading out loud. I just started with the one I saw first, "Near. Your mother, Lillian Rivers, was a Mathematician and taught Mathematics at Keio University." That's a big time, fancy College, "Your dad, Nathan Rivers, worked in the field of…es…esch…hold on." I focused and sounded it out in my head, "eschatology." The study of death. No wonder Near is so smart.

Matt laughed. I lightly hit his shoulder, "Shut up! It's a hard word!"

Near twirled a piece of his pure white hair between two fingers, quietly waiting to hear more. I cleared my throat and continued, "They were Married on June 16th, 1987. August 14th, 1991 Lillian gave birth to a healthy baby boy. On March 15th 1993, Lillian died instantaneously in a train crash. That same day Nathan was brought into intensive care. Time on death: 4:32am."

Matt and I glanced at Near. He continued twisting his hair and stayed quiet. Next was Matt.

"Aderle Jeevas worked as an Engineer. Elisabeth Jeevas was a house wife. On October 6th 1988 they were married. May 3, 1992 both were murdered in a bank robbery."

I looked over at Matt. He was staring at the sky. I sighed and put the paper on my lap. I didn't wanna read mine. I already knew it by heart. We were quiet for a moment. Matt rolled over on his stomach and reached for the papers, "I'll read yours Mello."

"No that's ok." I said trying to keep the papers away. But he had a corner of one and I didn't want to rip it. So I let him have them.

"Klara Keehl was one of the best German P-Prosecutor. Luther Keehl unemployed. Never married. Klara died giving b-birth to her baby boy on December 13th, 19-1989. June 1990 Luther was forced to give his child to the Wammy House till he could pro-provide for him. September 1993 died of drug overdose."

I pulled out a chocolate bar and bite off a piece. Matt put the papers back in the safe and locked it. It was quiet for a long time. If I had to make an estimate, no one talked for at least ten minutes. Matt broke the silence, "We should thank L for sending us this." He shook the safe.

"We have thanked him like seven times." I replied.

Near said quietly, "We should thank him again."

I broke off a piece of my candy bar and handed it to Matt. He took it. I broke off another piece and urged Near to take it. He shook his head no. I sat up and waved it closer to his face. I was nice enough to offer him some he was going to take it. He hesitated then reached up and took it from me.

"Thank you." He uttered. I nodded as I lied back down; "Should we go back?" he asked nibbling on the chocolate.

Matt shoved his whole piece in his mouth. After chewing he said, "No. we are out now we might as well enjoy it."

I sat up and looked back at the beach, "You wanna go swimming?"

"That might be a little much." Matt sat up too. I shrugged and finished off my chocolate. It was hard to find something we could all agree on when we are supposed to be asleep in our beds at home.

"Let's just go home." Near whimpered, "I'm cold."

Matt stood, "Yeah. I'm a little chilly too. Let's call it a night Mello."

"Okay," I stayed on the ground and raised my arms up in the air, "It's a night!"

Matt grabbed one hand and Near grabbed the other and they yanked me to my feet, "Okay! I'm up! Jeez." I brushed off my shoulders and walked with them. What a bunch of babies. I would stay out all night if one of them would keep me company. Particularly Matt.

Matt was the step stool again for going over the fence. Near made it over safely. My foot was resting on the top of the fence the other hanging on the side Matt was on. I jumped off. It was supposed to be awesome but the bottom of my black sweatpants got caught on the top of the fence. I face planted into the dirt, my pants pulled down a little.

Near just stared at me and Matt quickly climbed over the fence. He put his hand on my back, "Hey man, you okay?"

I pulled up my face, "Yeah," I got into a sitting position, "First my bike, then the stupid fence…"

Matt smiled, "You're having a bad day."

I rubbed some dirt off my cheek with the back of my hand and stood. Near came over and brushed off my shoulder length, blond hair. I swatted him away, "I'm fine. I'm fine."

He backed off. Matt patted my back, hard, "That's our Mello! Always bouncing back too fast!"

I started walking away, "I do not bounce back to fast."

Near followed me at a close pace. Whenever I would walk faster he would catch up. Now we just had to get back inside and we were home free.