Okay, I've never written Death Note before, but I'm gonna give it a shot. Characters will be in-character as much as possible (hint hint, Light's already a little OOC for when he finally does show up), but I digress. The name of the story is based off the main OC, a young thief named Nimbus who basically becomes the other N during his unplanned stay at Whammy's while awaiting contact from his mentors Aiber and Wedy. This is a straight-up yaoi story. THIS MEANS THAT ALL THE PAIRINGS WILL BE GUY-ON-GUY! AND TO COMPOUND MY AWKWARDNESS, THIS STORY WILL END UP IN THE M CATEGORY BEFORE THE END IS REACHED! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Now that that's out of the way, a few quick notes about the story. (1): Nimbus (aka Nomiki Beaumont) is my OC. Use of him is strictly prohibited unless I am bribed with cookies or other forms of sugary goodness (a lemon would also do). His hair and eyes (royal blue and lavender respectively) are also completely natural. (2): Nimbus's glove style is that of the initial Ash gloves from Pokemon. (3): His shirt/glove/shoe combinations will have at least one change per chapter, all centering around one theme. This chapter's is Invader Zim, and as a matter of fact, the shirt and Converses are real; I actually own his Converses. (4): During the story, Nimbus, and everyone else for that matter, speak many languages. The current count is: Russian (bold)- Mello and Nimbus, English (normal)- everyone, Greek- (underline)- Near and Nimbus. Italics are translations, thoughts, and locations. I apologize in advance for any incorrect translations or strange letters, my computer is spaztic. (5): There is a magical school of criminals up somewhere in Siberia, which is where the story begins. Nimbus attends the school and happens to be the heir to both Aiber and Wedy. (6): Final note- Nimbus is not as old as he says he is though he is still older than the other boys, however since he is tall for his age, he gets away with it. His skills mainly work because of his training, flexibility, and comfort with his body. He is, at the moment, taller than Mello, Matt, or Near but not by too much.
I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE! If I did, there would be far more yaoi in it, and Light wouldn't have gone crazy. Everyone also would have lived (except Misa, Ryuk, and Rem, but they don't count).
Part One: The Thin Blue Line
Chapter One: Meeting Nimbus
Somewhere in Siberia
Nimbus rolled, the slack in his close-fitting royal purple shirt blowing in the draft of the metal darts shot in his direction, popping up on his feet in a flamboyant flip, the apex of which was consumed by the grab for his target, a gaudy gold pendant, before he hit the ground silently in a run. Without missing a beat, he leapt up on a slender beam, running across it effortlessly even as his hand slipped to his pocket to hide the pendant in the folds of the black cargo pants sitting low on his hips. Avoiding more darts, he cheekily wheeled midair as he leapt from the beam and blew a kiss back behind him before he plunged into the depths of the water, quickly making his way deep enough to avoid any of the missiles shot after him. For all of his dramatic flair, the boy with the long royal blue hair and memorable lavender eyes was by far and away the best and brightest of the thieves being trained at the little hidden school in the depths of snowy Siberia, the best suited to take over for both Aiber and Wedy, the best in the business for whom even L would admit to their prowess by getting them out of lengthy prison terms every time they got caught. No, Wedy mused as she felt over the pendant Aiber had retrieved from the boy and determining it to be a fake only by a slight difference in its weight, Nimbus had learned all he could here. It was time for him to have a real test of his skills.
Heathrow Airport, London
Nimbus stretched, yawning widely as he reached his arms forward while simultaneously arching his back, the fabric of his purple Invader Zim tee moving with him fairly well before he smoothed the GIR image back into place. His unzippered black hoodie, a plain thing from Champion, was more for appearances than anything, for his years living in Siberia had made the chill as he stepped onto English soil no mere than a slight inconvenience and a vague delight. He flexed his fingers in their fingerless gloves, the play of purple Spandex-like material across his palm soothing him, before he wrapped them around the handle of his black rolling suitcase, his purple backpack already hanging off a shoulder, and patiently waited for his ride outside Heathrow Airport.
He didn't have long to wait before an elderly man approached him. "You are young Nomiki Beaumont, I would presume?" the man asked, holding out his hand.
The corner of Nimbus's mouth twitched at the mention of his real name. "I prefer to be called Nimbus," he replied softly, shaking his hand. "You are Watari."
It was not a question, but the man nodded anyway as they walked, getting into a plain black car with elegant beige leather seats pristine enough that had Nimbus cared, he would have been concerned about ruining the upholstery. "Why do you wear those gloves? You came in through Aiber and Wedy's request, which means you must not err on the correct side of the law, but those gloves do not cover your fingertips."
"They don't need to. My prints were burned off years ago. I don't have any, though there are some records of them floating around the system if someone ever bothered enough to look. Because I haven't yet scorched my palms, I wear gloves instead, but that is something I'll have to rectify someday."
Watari shook his head. For a child to be hurting himself so bodily at the age he had been given, only sixteen though he would guess Nimbus was younger based on his appearance, it was unimaginable to the kindhearted man. "How long do you believe you will be staying at the orphanage, Nimbus?"
The boy shrugged, his lavender orbs flashing around the car in a motion Watari knew well from the number of times it had been performed by L, though never as quickly or as thoroughly with such a deeply-ingrained methodicy. "As long as Aiber and Wedy see fit. Personally, I'd prefer if it was as short as possible because the longer I sit around on my ass, the more likely the training drilled into that ass will become less potent. If I have received no action within a month, I will have to resort to more drastic measures to keep my training intact."
Watari smiled. "L had a feeling you would say that. As such, he requested that if you must steal something, steal from either of the Ms, two boys named Mello and Matt, it would do them good to have some paranoia." At Nimbus's raised eyebrow, he added, "In addition to the fact L's still pissed at them for stealing his chocolate cake last time he visited, of course."
The boy agreed good-naturedly, curling up quietly in the seat with his green and purple plaid Converses pulled up onto the main seat and falling asleep balled against the firm surface of his suitcase and backpack rather than the window. Past experiences had taught him falling asleep against anything moveable was a dangerous thing, particularly if it happened to be a door that opened outward with a rather large drop to the floor.
Whammy's Orphanage, a few miles outside London
When Mello yanked open the car door, fully expecting L to tumble out of the car sleepily complaining about the blond having opened the door that was briefly serving as his pillow, neither he nor Matt fully anticipated the blink of lavender eyes and the uttered, "Yebatʹ OFF, pridurki, ya pytayusʹ otospatʹsya okolo pyati chasov raznitsu vo vremeni zdesʹ," from somewhere in the mess of very long, very feminine dark blue hair.
"Pardon?" Matt spluttered, looking confused.
"It's Russian," Mello explained huffily, instantly understanding his native tongue after so many years. "He said, 'Fuck off, assholes, I'm trying to sleep off about five hours of jetlag here'."
"Da, i u menya yestʹ strogiĭ prikaz, chtoby ukrastʹ u vas, yesli vy budete prodolzhatʹ menya razdrazhayut, Mello i Matt, tak chto yesli vy ne vozrazhaete, poĭti naĭti nekotorye drugie bednye suka delatʹ uzhasnye veshchi."
"'Yes, and I have strict orders to steal from you if you continue to annoy me, Mello and Matt, so if you don't mind, go find some other poor bitch to do horrible things to,'" Mello translated. "Bastard."
"Nimbus, na samom dele."
"So, where ya from, Nimbus?" Mello drawled, not bothering to translate this time.
"Siberia, and before that Greece. Now, unless you would like me to show you what I have learned in the far north, I suggest you leave," the older boy ground out, closing his eyes once more. Shrugging, Mello sauntered off, perfectly willing to abide by such a plain request from a fellow Russian.
Shyly, the albino boy of the orphanage approached the car, standing by the open door politely and twirling a strand of snow-white hair. "Geia sas, Nimbus. To ónomá mou eínai kontá. Roger léei óti eímai néos synkátoikó sas. Epitrépste mou na sas voi̱thí̱sei me ta prágmata sas? Ypóschomai óti an érthei sto do̱mátió mas, den tha sas enochlí̱sei enó̱ xekourázeste." Hello, Nimbus. My name is Near. Roger says that I am your new roommate. Might I help you with your things? I promise that if you come to our room, I shall not disturb you while you rest.
Nimbus gave him a tired smile. "Af̱tó akoúgetai ypérochi̱," he replied, stretching the kinks from his shoulders as he got to his feet and shouldered his pack once more. That sounds marvelous. "Kai ektós af̱toú, boreíte na mou ti̱lefo̱ní̱sei Nomiki̱ ótan eímaste mónoi." And besides, you may call me Nomiki when we are alone. Only in Greek could that phrase quite manage to sound so sexily erotic to young Nimbus.
A few days later- Whammy's Orphanage, London
In their room, Nimbus spent hours contorting his body in various positions and holding them, to increase his flexibility or at least maintain it, running through the mini course he'd created, to continue honing his muscle memory and fitness levels, and practicing various tricks, to keep his fingers nimble. He did not disturb anything on Near's side of the room nor Near himself. Funnily enough, Mello seemed fond of his new challenge to catch Nimbus unaware, but the blond ended up on the ground before he could lay finger on the older boy every time. He programmed his own cheat codes to kill Matt on Halo, something L was hard-pressed to match, yet he made no move to even attempt a competition with Near. To Mello and Matt, he was evil incarnate, but to Near, he was the most complex puzzle he'd ever encountered.
One of the few times Nimbus wasn't practicing or sleeping lightly enough that a change in his surroundings instantly caused wakefulness, Near came out of their shared bathroom to see the blue-haired male lying on his back on his bed while tossing and catching gaudy gold pendant, one hand playing a silver coin through the fingers at the same time. "How can you do all that?" he asked. "How do you keep track of all the actions in your mind?"
"Training. This is actually several difficulties below what I'm capable of," Nimbus replied without a hesitation in his movements. He always seemed so certain, so deliberate with his actions, never fidgeting or shifting so much as an ounce of his 118 pound weight without reason. The only person Near had ever met with so much self-control was Wedy, but she'd never taken it to this kind of extreme. "M 'arései ótan prospatheíte na me katalávo̱, Kontá," he murmured softly, sitting up with his abrupt shift into Greek. I love it when you try to figure me out, Near. "Tha sas kánei na faínontai tóso charito̱méno, allá boró̱ na sas diavevaió̱so̱ óti den eímai énas grífos pou boreíte na lýsei tóso éf̱kola." It makes you look so cute, but I can assure you that I am not a puzzle you can solve so easily.
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Another character will come into play next chapter, along with some decent plot, and Nimbus's abilities will be revealed in much more detail. Also, I will stop ranting at you in a straight block and revert to having the characters help me with these. I don't know. I'll figure it out later. Oh yes, and before I forget, anyone who wants to fix my Google translations and/or beta for me, please drop me a line! I don't want to be putting things that aren't right in my fic...
~ImmortalDawn18