It was just your average day at Wammy's house where Near was being ferociously chased by Mello with Matt following behind, not stopping his game of course. Only this time when Near ran through the door to the storage room he knocked over four brooms balancing on a tall, pale blue locker. The top hinge on the locker's door was bust causing it to be slightly ajar.

The young albino opened the door gently but with haste and as he stepped in he noticed the back of it was pulled up at a corner, just wide enough for someone to crawl through, and that's exactly what he did. On the other side of the locker was another room, one he hadn't noticed before.

Forest green coated the walls dulled out with age, cobwebs formed on the ceiling like a crown, dust particles stuck to them and the floor boards creaked. A musty fragrance coated the room, filling Near's nose. It wasn't a small room but it wasn't quite large either. Boxes were scattered around some open, some taped up.

Near decided to go back and inform Mello of his discovery, he did indeed like Mello, very much so but unfortunately the feeling wasn't mutual. Mello had hated Near since the moment he laid eyes on the lamb-like boy, they had been rivals ever since. No matter what Near said or did it just seemed to rile up the blonde further, to Near the dream of befriending Mello would surely stay as just that: a dream.

As Near agonised over his lack of friends he bumped into someone's back; he looked up to see the red-headed gamer and told him about his find. The three of the retraced his steps until they reached the hidden room once again. As soon as Mello stepped into it he immediately went to the boxes, throwing thongs haphazardly onto the floor if they didn't interest him.

"Hey, look at this," Mello said as he held up a picture frame.

The other two gathered around the chocoholic to look at the picture which was of L sitting on a bench reading with B who had his arm dangling over his shoulder and a huge grin plastered on his face. He looked so innocent; if you only went off this picture you'd never guess he'd turn out to be a serial killer.

"They look so young in this photo," Mello commented.

"I guess it was before B lost it," Matt added.

"It's loose," Near noticed as he reached towards the photo to try and slot it properly into the frame but it ended up falling out instead.

"Well done Near," Mello snapped sarcastically.

Matt bent down to pick it back up and noticed scruffy handwriting on the back of it, some of it was crossed out.

'Wammy's House L and Backup Beyond'

"The 'Beyond' is written in a different handwriting."

"Yeah, the start is neat but then 'Beyond' is all scruffy."

Matt out the photo back in the frame and moved it to one side as Mello began digging through the box again.

"I think I found a photo album."

Sure enough it was a photo album, an old one at that, just like everything else in the room. It was overrun with photos of L and B; they must've been very close when they were young. The stumbled across the same picture that was in the picture frame of B smiling brightly without a care in the world as L sat on the bench reading ignoring his friend as he invaded his personal space.

Mello traced his fingers across B's face, "It's hard to imagine him ever smiling like this."

Suddenly, Mello's hand started being tugged into the photo as he went into a panic and tried to pull his hand out, Matt and Near coming to his aid in vain as they were all pulled into the book.

They arrived in what appeared to be the front of Wammy's House but it was tinted sepia. As the three aspiring detectives-to-be looked around they noticed they were back in time where the picture had been taken. L was sitting on the bench in his usual position with a book.

Just then B rounded the corner, panting slightly with something in his hands and an excited look on his face. The very picture of youth.

"L! Look, I found a camera in Roger's office!" he exclaimed.

"Roger's office? What did you do this time Backup?" L sighed.

B pouted, "Nothing! And you know I don't like that name."

L decided to go back to reading his book, he didn't believe that B hadn't done anything and just happened to be sent to Roger's office because of a misunderstanding. B was a cheerful kid but he didn't get on very well with people and could be downright horrible, it was only around L that he seemed remotely normal it was only later on in life that B started to get...weird...

"Watari!" the red eyed boy suddenly burst out causing L to jump slightly.

"Hmm? What's that you have Backup?"

B's eyes narrowed for a split second at hearing his alias, "I found a camera, could you take a picture of us?" the young boy held out the camera to the orphanage's founder.

"I suppose so," the old man agreed.

L found this to be a good time to shove his nose back into his book as he felt his best friend's arm wrap around him and dangle off his left shoulder.

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