AN/ I watched the Death Note drama series, and while the whole series enjoyable, by far my favourite parts were those with Near and Mello. The idea of Near having multiple personality disorder was such an interesting idea that I really wanted to see more of, I was especially curious of what had happened in Nears past to have Mello created, as I did some research and found that the disorder is caused by traumatic past experiences such as abuse. So yeah, if you haven't already guessed, this is gonna be super angsty... Enjoy!
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Mother and Father were fighting again.
This wasn't an uncommon event to occur in the River residence, they had reason to argue over everything in their lives in the 4 years Nate had been alive,
but he still couldn't help flinching every time he heard a glass break, or the sound of his father's fist colliding with his Mother's frail body, and the pained screams that would follow.
He could hear their voices raising, and could deduce that this was no ordinary fight, something had happened, something he didn't know about.
Skimming through possibilities in his mind, he predicted the most logical reason. A divorce.
Though he was very young, Nate was exceptionally bright for his age, and knew that when a relationship has fallen into shambles as bad as his parents was, they would have the common sense to end it.
Things were obviously getting physical downstairs, from what he could hear. Every scream he heard was like a tear in his heart,
like someone was snipping at it with a pair of dangerously sharp scissors, and they couldn't care less about the long term damage they were dealing.
Trying to distract his mind from these thoughts, Nate attempted to concentrate on his puzzle,
The puzzle, a gift he had received at birth was a 100 piece one, with a childish picture of a rainbow,
It was lined with a white frame and had large dents covering the cheap plastic, from when his father had thrown it into a wall more then once, in another one of his drunken rages.
As flimsy as it sounded, it was the most precious thing he owned. It was the only thing keeping his sanity.
After solving it for the 6th time that night, a large noise destroyed the peace he had found.
Nate adjusted his view to look out the window, which surface was lined with cracks.
His Father had slammed the door shut on his exit.
Devon River, previously named Devon Keehl, was a destructive man, one who sought fights and drank away his many problems in life with booze. He had cold grey steely eyes, natural white greasy hair, a sturdy build and messy stubble.
Nate spotted his Father, storming from the house, pure anger evident on his face,
the man wasted no time in getting in his battered car and driving it away, no doubt to his favourite liqueur store.
With the absence of his father, the house was plunged into complete silence.
Nate's thoughts once again drifted to the possibility of divorce, and he wondered whether he would ever see his Father again.
He would, in fact be lying if he said he would miss him, in Nate's youthful eyes he saw only a monster,
one that abused him and his Mother and spoke words he had been told were bad, and too never repeat.
Nate's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when his ears pricked at the sound of his Mother walking up the rickety stairs to his room.
He heard a quiet knock on the small wooden door, before it creaked open, revealing his Mother, horrifically bruised from the latest beating.
Darlene River's appearance was that of a rag doll, one that had been tossed and pulled at it's entire life, with her dull blue eyes, pale skin and permanent bags underneath her eyes, dark blonde hair curled around her face, messy and unkept.
"Hi sunshine" She croaked taking a seat next to her son on the crusty carpet floor.
Nate didn't reply, he instead turned to look at her, with his big grey eyes, ones that pleaded for an explanation.
She nervously swallowed and her frightful eyes darted around the room.
"There's something I need to tell you..." She began, and Nate braced for the news that was sure to come.
"Your getting a baby brother"
Nate's eyes widened in surprise, this hadn't been the news he was expecting
His mind clouded by shock, let the information sink in, trying to determine whether this news was good or bad.
He remembered always longing for company other then the small finger puppets he hand crafted,
it was exciting news for him to have someone to talk to and develop his non-existent social skills.
On the other hand, his Mothers face was devoid of any happiness or excitement,
you'd think by her sour expression that she had revealed to be injected with venomous poised,
then someone who was going to create, and raise another human being. Nate then spoke for the first time since Darlene's arrival,
"You don't seem pleased" His words were quiet and few, his grey eyes bored into her, searching for a reaction.
Letting loose a deep sigh his Mother replied "No no I'm happy, It was just..." She frowned before continuing, "Unexpected news"
Nate nodded before asking "How long?"
"Until the baby?" She asked, receiving a nod from her son
"Around 5 months" She answered tiredly, "We just found out, your Father and I"
"He didn't take it well, I presume" responded Nate, looking down at the completed puzzle.
"Unfortunately yes" she sighed, rubbing her temple "But I'm sure he'll come around"
Nate seriously doubted that his Father would ever be pleased with the idea of another child, after all, when he wasn't neglecting Nate, He was abusing, and shouting orders at him.
"Have you thought of a name yet?" Nate questioned, his eyes still fixated on the puzzle.
"We haven't even began to think of a name actually" she said tiredly, "If you want, you could choose a name" She said with a small smile.
Nate pondered this idea, the responsibility of choosing a suitable name for his younger brother was a big one.
He thought carefully, considering every name he'd heard or read in history books and fairy tails.
After careful consideration, he had made his choice. The name of the hero in one of his books,
the brave young boy who remained strong and hopeful no matter what the situation, and despite his age, eventually saved his village
After a long silence he spoke, surprising Darlene who had been deep in thought. "I've chosen a name Mother" he said softly.
"Mihael"
AN/ Whelp there's the first chapter, it seemed a lot longer when I was writing it XD Anyway, I will continue if this gets enough love, so please like, follow and review!