Author's Note: OH! Please comment? I would love to hear some thoughts....
Hullo there. I am Sammy. And this is my first fic I have ever written.
It was inspired by Fire, a friend of mine.
She is an amazing Linda, by the way. :3
And this is based of a Chatplay we have done.
And I do not own Linda, nor Near, nor the fluff in this fic.
For if I owned Near....Hehe.
I love him!~ :3
Something to remember in the future.
Thanks~
And Enjoy.
The plastic blocks were stacked quietly onto one another, filling around one-forth of the fair sized room. In the center, Near sat, gazing at his creation. A white mass, shaped into towers and boxes, taller then him as he sat. A miniature city. Due to his earlier task, separating all white blocks from the others, Near had only used the blank ones. The colors would throw everything off.
Lately, things in Wammy's house had been rather boring. So, to keep some challenge, the kid had chosen to do the most time consuming idea he had had. However, the day was only half over, and here he sat.
A sigh crossed his pale face, as he reached his hands up to twist an ivory strand of hair between his pointer finger and thumb. Perhaps he could go see what Mello was doing. Surely beating him at something would brighten his mood. Plus he was the only kid at Wammy's that ever gave him a challenge.
On second thought, he decided to stay. Mello would find him soon enough. He always came back to try and win at something. Usually by taunting the albino. Empty threats that seemed to help him somehow. How sad. And beside he couldn't care less what he was doing.
Sighing, Near shifted his weight.
Glancing over the Lego's, the sounds of footsteps stopped at the door. A click as the door opened. And the screech of it winging out, to let the hallway light pour in. From what Near could see, a girls head peeked in. Her eyes were filled with wonder as they swept over the room. "Whoa." She whispered so low that only in the quiet stillness could he hear. "This is amazing..."
Linda, Near noticed her as. The top artist at Wammy's house. Her hair fell in her face as she sat down at the table, hunched over a small sketch pad. Rapidly moving her hand, her eyes rose to the city and fell back down to the page, over and over. Amusement struck Near as he realized she was sketching his creation, and had not even noticed him. After a couple minuets of sketching, Linda's pencil stopped, as she gazed at the city for a moment longer.
Was it really that attention holding? Perhaps even amazing, as she had put it? To the boy, it was nothing more than a Sunday morning. But what was it to her? Letting curiosity get the better of him, he spoke up. "Hello, Linda."
Surprised, Linda looked up, her eyes darting around the room. Slowly standing to his feet, Near picked his way through the city towards the table. Relived. That was what Linda was now. A smile had touched her lips and her eyes were wide. "Oh. Hello Near." She greeted as he walked over. Reaching the chair from across the table, facing her, he sat down. His knees drawn to his chest, hunched over. "Did you build this?" She asked.
"Yes, I did." Came his reply, his toneless voice. Reaching up he pulled at a lock of hair before twisting it.
Linda nodded, as if she already knew that that was the case. "I thought so," She verified his assumption, picking up her pencil and continuing to sketch. After a moment, the girl pulled it away from her face to examine it. Then, slowly she turned the book to face Near. "Like it?" She breathed, sounding worried.
The lines were so well sketched, and exact, that Near couldn't help to smile and nod. "Good job."
Linda's cheeks grew a bright shade of red, as the page was flipped over and her eyes lowered to the table. "Thanks." Near had no reply to this. So rather he reached over to where a rubix cube sat on the table. Instantly he started to turn the block's sides, matching and changing colors around. Linda sat back in her chair, just staring.
It was always annoying when people stared at him. Seeming to think he was different. Perhaps he was. But what even was different? Either way he ignored the stairs and carried on with whatever it was he was doing. Why should he care about what people said? They had their ways and he had his. Being concerned with it would only burden him. Not letting emotions get in the way was just how to get up to where he wanted to be...
"...show soon. I need to find more things to draw...Or else I may be pulled."
Near was dragged from his thoughts by her talking, though he had missed the beginning of her sentence, he knew what she had said. "I see. Any ideas?"
A sigh came from Linda as she shook her head. "None. That's why I was wondering around. I was looking for inspiration." Looking up, she peered at the city again, and smiled. "Then I found it."
Once again her face was a light shade of red, as she kept her face away. All this time Near had been finishing the cube. Now done he set it on the table. Telling by her reaction, it was made clear that she was referring to the city. For hadn't she sketched it the moment she saw the creation? It seemed fit. So he was her muse huh? How interesting. How could someone as motionless, blank, as him be an inspiration? But then again, that's how artist worked, wasn't it? Inspiration could come from anything.
"You're good at puzzles." Linda said, now looking at the cube. Near didn't answer. Rather he shrugged and looked across the room.
He could hear another sigh as she began tapping her pencil against the board. It soon became annoying, and Near found it amazingly somewhat hard to ignore. "Why don't you draw something you like...or see?" It was a vague suggestion, but he had nothing better. Anything to get her to draw something. And, even if he didn't want to admit it, he was curious to what she would draw next.
Biting her bottom lip in thought, Linda nodded. "Okay, sure." And she started touching her pencil tip to the paper, sketching rapidly. Her eyes kept meeting his every few moments. What was it that she was drawling exactly? The only other thing in this room other then the two of them, the city, and rubix cube, was the few other toys placed in the corner. Whatever it was, she was making sure it was good. She stared at the page with such focus it was almost frightening.
However Near didn't let his curiosity get in the way, so rather he looked off. If she wanted to show him, she would. A few minuets passed. Near sat, staring at the wall, not thinking of anything in particular.
Finally the sound of a pencil being placed down occurred, and Near looked at Linda sideways. She stared smiling at the paper, one had caressing her face. The other holding it up. A smile was held on her lips now and she seemed relax. What could she have drawn? Still Near decided not to ask.
"Linda." A new voice called. coming through the opening door. Rodger.
"Yes ?" She asked, quickly standing up and holding her paper at her side.
"There is a man here to see you about you work." Rodger announced, giving a smile. He nodded to Near in acknowledgement before turning to go out the door. Linda still held a smile, but now she seemed worried again. Turning away from Near, she headed for the door. Before exiting, she looked over her shoulder. "Thank you, Near."
And she was gone.
Her departure somewhat a disappointment. After all, he hadn't got the chance to see what she had sketched. Standing from his own chair, he headed for the door. He would go find a book or something, and leave this plastic city standing. Looking up, a small white square caught his eyes. It was placed by the doorframe, halfway out the open door. Walking over slowly, he was sure that wasn't there when he first came. Lifting the ivory page up, he smiled, looking at a perfect image of himself. What Linda had sketched was him. Of him? But why? It was all so unclear. Yet he couldn't help feel a sense of happiness. It was foolish, yes. But what could be the harm. It was a nice...
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Linda smiled to the man who sat in the office. He was the head organizer for a near-by, young arts program. And he wanted Linda's art to be showed. How exciting!
"May I see some of your work?" He asked., folding his hands on the desk.
"Of course, sir." She smiled. Pulling up her papers, she looked through them. The city she thought. I have to show him that. And my other one… Smiling she looked through the pages. But he smile faded as she couldn't find the one she did recently. The one of Near.
"Umm Sir?" She asked, standing up. "I will be right back..."
Without his approval she ran down the hall, hear heart racing. Reaching the small room, she pushed through the door. "Near? Did I drop my papers?" But inside, neither Near, nor the sketch could be found.