AN: I do not own Death Note.
I need to be alone.
"Hey, Near, help me answer this question! I can't grasp this function." T, Turn, intercepts me. She is quite young, and not so annoying, so I occasionally assist her in her studies. As an unfortunate effect, she seems to think that I appreciate being around company. Which is, blatantly untrue. They say 'three is company and four's a crowd,' but it seems that even two is too much.
Sometimes one is a bit stifling as well.
I sigh, "Only for a moment, I'll explain it once." Why do I feel so strained today? My schedule has been very routine thus far. Perhaps too routine...no, there is no such thing. That would be perfection.
What is L's routine like? How does he manage a schedule while handling so many timezones?
I am being autistic today.
"Thank you Near!" A smile, and she runs off to her friends. I must have explained the function while my mind was elsewhere. Good, my left-brain-right-brain multi tasking practice is making enormous progress.
Now I must seek shelter. Quiet, lone shelter.
The playroom in the left wing on the second floor is commonly left unofficially reserved for me, so that is where I go. Sometimes the flourescent lighting hurts my eyes, so I leave the curtains open, unless it's too bright, until it get's too dark. I sit right in the middle of the room, where I have ample floor space in all directions to expand my domino trail wherever I please.
I start off sitting, until my backs get's tingly, and my behind gets numb. Then I switch to laying on my stomach, alternating between both of my sides every twenty minutes.
When did the room get so dark? Oh well, I'm almost done with the pattern. I'll just finish it and leave. I place the final domino, and feel at ease that the pattern is finished. Things left incomplete always manage to needle me.
Da, dun, dun, dun, da, dunnn, da-dunn, da-DUNN.
The victorious jingle interrupts me. I would be lying if I said I was not startled by it. With a finger that I was not previously concious of in my hair, I surveyed the room. I wonder when Matt entered the room. He's sitting-almost molding into the corner of the wall, with his newest system, the Nintendo DS.
"When did you enter the room?" I ask him as he turns the game off.
He glances in my direction, he must not be able to see me in the darkness. "Oh, hey Near, when did you come in here?" He looks around the room with that same, fish-out-of-water look of his face. "Nice dominos. You should sign up for the Guinness records or something," he grins. It's fake, why even bother? He's not winning anyone over. I continue to twirl my finger and contemplate his motives for speaking to me.
"No, I would not participate in something such as that without cause. I am not competing without reason. I do not win for the sake of winning. How idiotic."
"Heh. Yeah, that's true," he fiddles with the system.
"Why do you not try." My question comes out like a statement.
"What?"
"The tests. You do not try."
"Oh, that," he observes the dominos once more. "For the same reason as you. I don't care about winning something that doesn't matter to me. Especially after A committed suicide. That's...way too much for me. Actually, I'd like to be fourth or lower, but that would take too much effort." He laughs. "But that's impying that I could actually beat you or Mello, which is a huge no frickin' way. You guys can have your smart fun, I'll be cool with Final Fanatsy."
I twirl my hair as I think of such a possibility. From what I can observe, it seems as if he is contemplating similar subjects.
The room is quiet, and oddly enough, I do not mind that I am not alone.