This is Near's story: how he was sent to Wammy's, what his parents were like, etc. I own all OCs, I do not own Death Note!
August 12, 1994
Rain tapped its fingertips against the glass of a window in an old house. A woman with long brown hair rocked back and forth in her wooden chair. She was knitting a tiny hat meant for a newborn. Her belly was swollen from pregnancy and every once in a while, she would pause to lovingly run her fingers across her stomach. She blinked her sweet, brown eyes slowly, looking over her shoulder when she heard footsteps. A tall man with sleek blond hair and blue eyes placed his hands on her shoulder, pecking her on the cheek.
"How is my son and his beautiful mother?"
The woman smiled. "He kicked today. He's been doing that more often. He must be getting restless. It's only a couple more weeks."
The man returned the smile and sat in his chair. He pulled out a crossword puzzle and began to work on it. His wife resumed her knitting, humming a gentle lullaby. He chewed on the end of his pen thoughtfully.
"Liquet, have you thought of a name yet?" He inquired.
Liquet stopped humming and gazed at her stomach. "I was thinking...Nate."
"Nate River. It sounds perfect."
August 24, 1994
The hour old infant lay cocooned in a warm, blue blanket. The hat his mother had knitted for him just barely concealed the white curls. All around him, newborns were kicking and crying, frightened by the change of scenery. Not him. His large gray eyes blinked and he turned his head a little, curious of his location. He yawned, revealing his gummy mouth, and decided he wasn't that interested where he was. The bassinet he was in said, "Nate River."
He stuck his thumb in his mouth and sucked on it, his eyes sliding shut. He, too, began to feel the exhaustion of being birthed. As he experienced his first night, a nurse stood in front of the window, pointing him out to his father. She recognized him as the renowned doctor Keith River. He was an expert at even the most dangerous surgeries and he's never had a patient die in his care to date.
Earlier, the delivery had been near disastrous for both mother and child. Liquet's body was not built to handle the stress of giving birth, so at the last minute her doctor decided a C-section would be the best option. When they pulled the baby out, he wasn't breathing. They worked quickly, clearing his mouth and lungs. His little body shuddered as he took his first breath and he screamed. The nurses cleaned and wrapped him up before placing him in his stunned mother's arms. The baby stared at his mother's face and gurgled with what the nurses assumed was happiness. Liquet looked up at Keith's face, his bewilderment matching her own. Neither said anything as the baby, Nate, shifted slightly in his blanket. She had seen that look on all new parents before. However, there was one thing that puzzled her: Liquet wasn't smiling at her son, wasn't cooing to him. The midwife thought Liquet and her husband were just in loving shock. They weren't.
Their daze was not because of the miracle of birth. Their daze was disgust of their new son.