I don't own Death Note. I wrote this awhile ago while I was sitting in class. Because all my ideas tend to pop up when I am sitting in a boring classroom learning nothing.
Please tell me what you think and if I should write ones for the other orphans! Please and Thank you~! Enjoy~!

Once again we find ourselves in windy Winchester. Specifically, Wammys House. The orphanage for gifted children. Each child with his or her own special talent.

But, with each talent comes a quirk. Anything from eating habits to posture. Each child possesses their own mannerism.

Today we will follow one such child...

Near woke up with a start. But, he couldn't remember what had scared him to begin with.
After stretching, the six-year old climbed out of bed, still yawning.

Breakfast at Wammy's was the same everyday. One would walk into the breakfast room, choose a plate, and sit down. Even here, the mannerisms were detectable.

Mello, second in line to become to world renowned L, would only eat some form of chocolate.

Matt, the third runner-up, would not be seen without his handheld video game.

And finally, Near. Near would come into the room, select a plate, and set it where he planned on sitting. Then, he would venture into the kitchen. The kitchen was fairly large and smelled absolutely delicious.

Near would make his way in and find the head chef, Miss Alexandera. She was a small, petite woman, looking hardly the type to manage a cooking career.

Near found Miss Alexandera washing dishes. "Good morning, Near! How's my favorite boy doing this morning?" she asked.

"Well, Miss Alexandera." Near smiled slightly.

"Only well? I know you can do better than that." she replied, her hands raised.
Near blushed, knowing all too well that Miss Alexandera would do anything to get a smile. Even if she had to resort to tickling. "Well, I uh... I got a new puzzle." Near giggled.

"Really? Do you like it?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's quite enjoyable." Near said while eyeing the cupboards. Miss Alexandera followed his gaze. She opened the cupboard and handed Near a large mug.

"Is this what you came in here for?" She asked.

"Yes, ma'am." The boy replied as he lifted the cup to his nose.

"Now what on Earth compels you to smell a cup before using it?" She laughed.

Near looked up, "I don't know. All I do know, is that if I don't like the smell of the inside, I don't use it." Near held the cup to her. She blinked a few times before taking it.

Miss Alexandera smelled the cup, "It smells just fine." Near shook his head.

"No. It smells dirty." He said as he tried to climb onto the counter. Miss Alexandera caught Near as he fell and set him on the counter-top. Near then began rummaging and pulled out an identical mug and sniffed the inside. "This one's clean." he stated. Near hopped off the counter and made his wat to the sink. "May I have a glass of water?" he asked.

But instead, Miss Alexandera only began laughing. "Oh honey, you remind me so much of-" he expression softened, "L."

Near tilted his head. "I have never personally met L. I would not know what Miss Alexandera is talking about."

"The way you talk. In third person practically. When, he was a few years older than you, and when I first started this job, L would come in here and ask for strawberries. I swear, it was the only actual food I've seen him eat." She giggled.

"But, I don't care much for strawberries." Near countered.

"I know but, L would ask for strawberries and he would sit and pick every single seed off the skin. His concentration reminds me of you." Miss Alexandera explained. "It was so cute."

She filled Near's cup. "Thank you." Near replied and headed off to eat his breakfast.

Well... it was cuter when I pictured it in my head... Sorry guys..