A/N: The spin-off for this is 'This Same Summer Day.' And as I said there I like to be real with most of my stories but the only thing that holds me up are things like, "Should I use Matt's cannon look (brunette with dark blue eyes) or the fan image (red hair green eyes) because I prefer him with green eyes and unnaturally looking red hair but I'm still going to use his canon look. No matter… how much… it hurts. Uh… I'm going to stay with Near being albino. He's… cuter that way I guess.

Disclaimer: I do not own Matt and Near or cuteness that MattxNear. Well I do own this slash situation, so enjoy :3

Warning: Rated M for later CHAPTER (no S… maybe) K scratch that: M for later chapter (s)

Random Comment: My life is almost complete. I got the Death Note Box Set, Another Note and L Change The WorLd (plus some others). And it's random because of course all of you don't really care. I'm actually deadpanned while writing this.

Enjoy~

A NATURAL DAY WITH A NEW EVENT

2006

~x~

No Wammy day ever went without something unordinary- because these kids were anything but ordinary.

Some are- until their abilities kick in. But for Near, who have been born with his abilities, had them enhanced by the time he was 5- which is only a year in the institution.

No, he wasn't Butch who had to replace ever football he threw over the walls or Sally who got stuck at a chandelier doing acrobats or Cindy who stole something from every orphan and returned them on time.

But he was Near: number one in the orphanage, heir to L and super intelligent master mind who got beat up by a narcissistic bully for saying what was right.

And beating him at his grades.

"Another hundred, Near?"

There was no response but a light nod as the sitting child reached for a die. In the moment of it all, the tower he had been building was knocked down and revealed a fiery gaze.

And this so-called bully who happens to return on clock time was Mello.

Mello.

A crazy chocolate-addict with blue eyes that could pierce your soul; with hair and a body that got you beat if you stared at it more than three seconds.

But it's not like Near looked at it. Did he care? Not really. His appearance own didn't bother him. Insults as such, thrown his way were deflected by his defenses. He said what was to be said and does what was told.

Nothing more, nothing less.

No, he wasn't a robot, mind you. Another complete array of muscles and tissue; a genetically unique disordered assembling of flesh and blood.

He simply didn't care of things that didn't involve him. No one cared about him, right? So he wouldn't return the favor even if there was a speck of life that considered him.

Why? Because he was Near.

And what Near would do after his daily beatings is make sure the bruises were healed on the spot. By this age (of 12) Near knew how to hide a limp and how to patch things up in a healing rate of two days or less.

But there's no way he'd become a profession in the medical field. He wasn't destined to follow that path... and... it was a case where he didn't care to do so.

Now that this little introduction was… introduced, we can head to the story everyone is actually looking forward to:

There were no wheezing or groans, (coming from him, that is) as Near headed up the stairs of Wammy's. Even as frail as he was, he did have body strength like any other human being. But instead of running through a whole household then playing outside, he stored the energy when it is undesirable and used it at necessity. By the time he reached the fourth floor he was sure the bruise on his stomach (probably going to lead to a broken rib) turned purple and began pleading for healing. He quickly scurried to his room and headed for the first-aid kit.

Pain killers, check.

Sterile gauze pads, check

Antibiotics… check…

His eyes scrolled and hands pushed aside the items.

Adhesives… He needed more bandages and tape.

He quickly and cautiously stood up and left the room. By the time he got to the nurses' office he was sure he would take a good bath before patching himself.

"Oh, Near, you do such a good work on healing yourself!" The nurse happily turned to him as he entered. "If only the kids here did more safety precautions than jump out a window without weighing the possibilities." The nurse mumbled as she stared at some goofing delinquents.

"Sorry, Nurse Jane."

"Yeah but we could've swore the nails-"

"Don't be sorry if you'll do it again." She hissed. They actually thought about it and grinned sheepishly. Rolling her eyes, she diverted her gaze back to a real cause.

"Bandages and tape, you said, Near? They should... be here..." She rummaged through the drawers. Breaking through the silence, a stock of static came up then voices too. The kids turned on the TV.

"Here we are in downtown Tokyo where there seems to be a bizarre robbery which has turned for the worse." A female Japanese reporter spoke. The children had trouble understanding her, besides Near, but were intrigued by the burning building in the background.

"Whoa…" A tall building was indeed burning and breaking down. Firefighters rushing people out and hosing it down.

"The robbers seemed to have escaped but-" A loud "boom" echoed and people ran back in fear but came back only to stand and watch in shock. People from within the buildeing were screaming. Some fell from low ground d and were taken top help. Other's were too deep with in the chaso to be seen.

"Stay out and move back." A man took out his badge showing his affiliation with the FBI. "This has become a case and we will inform the media when we can but we need you all to move." The camera rolled back abut zoomed in on the building.

"Help! Please!" A woman hung on a detached railing. Her terrified face was zoomed in on.

"Don't move!" But it was too late. She had fallen and before she hit the ground the TV was shut off. The room was quite. That was the third attack this month. It was probably stupid for officials to come in when nearly another 40 or more people were sacrificed. It was things like these that Near knew justices' purpose in the world was nothing but all talk but now show.

"..."

"Here you go, Near. Come back when you need more help." She handed him the last of the items he required and with that he nodded with respect and left.

There were times when Near was the manifestation dull and impassive but now all this walking was taking a toll on himself and the bruises. He could walk as slow as he wanted to but there are times where he's going to not want to be in the halls of Wammy 100% of the time. Not as if there was a 100 to begin with...

"… be a fine addition to this orphanage. L and Watari have agreed to let him stay." Near wouldn't stop to eavesdrop on others conversations but what caught his attention was that it was Roger's office.

And it involved L.

He sighed. But that isn't what he would do any ways, right? If something happens best not know of it…

"Do you know where he came from Roger!?" Too late. "He's bad news!" A voice roared. Near adjusted the items in his arms and slowly walked off. "I don't care about those damn cowards! They're just going to let a bunch of kids die to help one!?" The floor boards were scratched and stomping was made. Near was already at the stairs when he felt a figure push past him. He was nearly off balance before he was caught. His arm jerked some from the unwanted touch.

There was a deep exhale of breath before the person talked. "I apologize, Near."

Near was hoisted back into balance and he gazed warily at the person who bumped into him.

"It's fine, Mr. Mikami." Near nodded and quickly went off. There was something off about that man. It was instinct.

But Near never trusted low instincts.

When he finally reached his room he took a quick shower and bandaged the bruises, coated in liquids Near found difficult not to make leak through his clothing for some time. But importantly, It was a good thing he could place his clothes over them.

It was true he never reacted to Mello's hits but there was never once that he hesitated to cover his face and head. He wasn't about to risk head trauma just because some bratty blond wanted to beat him up.

Yet, that's what never failed to amuse him.

Mello never gave up.

And he never won- getting to see reactions from Near, that is. But this still was enough to make the albino smirk.

How far will Mello go to crack him? How far will Mello go before he cracked?

That's a possibility he was willing and unwilling to find out.

Near had changed into his reoccurring outfit and drifted into sleep where he waited to meet darkness.

But this time... he didn't.

It was quiet and desolate here.

"Hello?" His voice echoed throughout the… world.

It was all gone… black, still, empty:

Dead.

There was a shiver that traveled down his spine. Better move from trouble than wait for it…

There was a crunching under his feet and he looked down.

Bones.

That didn't disturb him though, he's seen worse, but it was actually that they had no skulls.

Deranged lunatic?

Maybe so.

A mob of deranged lunatics.

Highly possible.

There was probably another pile of the heads.

That was when his eyes squinted. These bones were piled way high… he was standing on a mountain of them. Dare he do it, but he began walking across them. It was then he realized he was off the pile and standing in thin air.

He continued and the pile got smaller each step. He looked down.

There were people.

A whole population of them but they looked to be dying out. They were miserable.

This world… was hopeless.

Something gleamed catching his eyes and he saw a statue of a man.

So this was their dictator… He looked self-absorbed enough in one glance.

Suddenly it felt as if something was looming over him. He looked up. Red eyes meet his as the shadow moved down on him.

"Delete…" His eyes widened as he was swallowed by the silhouette. He couldn't breathe. And to top it off,

He was falling.

"Delete... delete…delete!" No light was needed to tell the figure was smiling. Its red eyes glowing like madness itself.

The only light the dark world had provided was gone and there was nothing but darkness.

He was still falling and each inch air was fleeting.

There was nothing to do. He was going to die.

"Delete!"

He needed help but there was no one there… A light appeared and he looked down at his heart that had a chain beginning to form. There was another end:

To the one who would save him.

He needed… he needed…

"Matt!"

Near woke up with an instant reunion with air. He coughed and wheezed as he scratched his throat that now complied. His other hand clutched at his shirt that clothed the skin over his heart.

The chain from the dream was gone.

He let out a sharp sigh. It hurt. His neck felt too warm. Just then he came back into reality to hear a grunt. A dark figure flew across his room making him tense up. There was a blade through it's shoulder. It looked at him then rushed out of the room. He looked towards his window where another figure was about to leap. Their eyes met.

They were dark blue- just as mysterious, dark and fleeting as the night. And just then,

He leaped and Near swiftly reached to grasp his heart.

It glowed.

~x~

A/N: Well? I kinda like it. This is going to be my first chapter story! I hope you all enjoyed and be honest! From what I have planned the chapters may be short but I'll see what will happen then. I have a new poll up; please vote on it before it's too late.

If there are any mistakes, correct me please! I'm slow, I know, but that's what you gotta love about me. *grin*

Update: Alright: I was, like, totally stressing out on the ages of each chapter, the things that will happen, when they should happen,

But now I've got it.

Alert, favorite, review and make a caramel addicts day!

Reikan Out.

"Motivation? Anime, duh!"

-Chiyo Reikan

Well it's true, isn't it?