I'm so sorry, truly, I am. But this shipping is so goddamn cute! I put my playlist on shuffle, and "Innocence" by Halestorm, came up. So I'm writing a fic about it. And it goes a little something like this.

See it from the outside,
Running toward the wall.

From a normal persons perspective, upon never visiting and having only seen the bare rough exterior, Wammy's House seemed like a regular orphanage. Though from some more advanced points of views, that accusation could very easily be proven false. For example, why when budding young couples waltz in, expecting to bring home some loving children, do they always come out empty handed? Even if they are from the most respectable families and have the cleanest criminal act records in history, do none of those kids get adopted? Its not as if evil people would walk on by and wish for a child to perform their crimes. So the question always lingered, though nobody cared enough to find out the answer.

If this was the only strange thing people knew about Wammy's, then they were far from covering the houses real secret. There was a distinct reason why hopeful foster parents were turned down, there was a reason barely anybody knew of the goings on, there was a reason these kids were protected... After all, they were the trainees to become L's successor.

Only the brightest and best were taken into Watari's home. Each individual had a past they would rather forget, but a future they were always prosper for. It was like a trail to happiness was placed before them, because with the rigorous training and tougher than tough exams, these young peoples lives could go in any direction, big or small. Though they were more than happy in Wammy's, there was always a broken history behind each of them. That's why their names, their lifestyles, their family; all replaced. Their names were banished, the only people knowing their true identities being themselves, and in rare cases, Watari. Nicknames were the things they went under now, and it was for the best.

Inside the heavy iron gates, encrusted in slight tangents of moss, and the colossal brick structure. Along the slender corridors, where the cream walls blended with the oak that ran along the ground, melting together in the thick stream of light that emitted through the brown velvet curtains, which had been drawn back by the silver hooks that protruded from the space beside them. Through a faint layer of dust could be seen fluttering silently through the thin air, twisting and turning like strands of hair, almost like smoke. There was a room, seemingly natural until you stepped inside, where it appeared that you had found your way to heavens doorway.

Everything was white as snow.

From the plain dull wallpaper, to the smooth texture of the bed posts. From the shining, painted floor to the gargantuan light that hung dangerously low, enshrouded in dirt since it hadn't been touched in years. From the shining door handle to the minute closet, which seemed out of place in such a massive room, though the contents were slim, so it made sense. And finally, to the small boy that sat perched in the middle, pajamas hanging loosely from his petite frame. Tousled hair sat ruffled, and a bony finger twisted through a single lock of the feathery light fur, twirling it delicately. Even the boys skin was a porcelain colour, and in the dimness shone with a cheery glow, though the boy looked everything but cheery. His deep obsidian eyes were distant and bland as he continuously pieced together a white puzzle, before tipping it out again and repeating the painfully boring process.

The boy's name was Near. And it was him that was first in line to success L, should the detectives life ever end. From a distance, Near didn't seem like a likely candidate to possess the IQ of the amount of digits in Pi, or him to have never studied in him life, yet received top marks on every single test that had been thrown at him. But what everybody would know about him, was that he was withdrawn, antisocial and lonely. Not that he'd ever admit to that. He had made it through his entire life depending on himself, alone, with nobody to trouble him. So why suddenly change now? He was surrounded by this shell, one that separated from from everybody else. But deep down inside, he wanted someone who he could depend on. He wanted... A friend.

A scattering sound echoed through his room as the hundreds of bland puzzle pieces were launched onto his floor, each individual one landing in a different place. A friend... That would be strange. Near thought, as he collected together the parts and shoving them into their box. Eyes scanning his room, expecting some kind of mysterious change or something exciting, Near was only met with bitter boredom. And damn did it suck.

Click. Click. Click.

The obnoxious constant sound bounced off the walls, ringing in every bodies heads. But that wasn't the thing that made them flinch, oh no. There was something worse than a headache coming their way. As the sound grew louder and louder, the fear rushing through everyone was unbearable. Who would be the victim today?

Snap.

A chunk of chocolate hanging from his grinning mouth, the azure eyed blonde smirked, leather jacket tightly hugging his figure. Heeled boots were on his feet, also made from the finest of black materials. The foil covered sweet treat in his hand was clutched tightly, as if his life depended on it. Strutting through the room, everyone cowered before him, whilst also sharing looks of admiration. The way he could so nonchalantly scare an entire room of students, and still look sexy doing it. Then again, leather seemed to make everything at least 20% cooler. Launching himself onto the love seat, sprawling his legs across it and placing his hands on the back of his head, Mello sighed in relief. The looks people gave him made him feel powerful, but kind of nervous. People expected alot from him, and he was here to please.

"You need to learn to stop scaring the shit out of everyone you look at, Melly." A redhead spoke swiftly, not daring to tear his eyes from the screen where he was currently fighting Ghiraham for what seemed like the millionth time (that bitch is fabulous but DAMN is he a pain!). Only chuckling darkly, Mello continued to relax.

"Where a the fun in that, Matt?" Mello smirked, looking at his stripe loving best friend, who was enthralled in his latest favourite craze; Skyward Sword. It never made sense to Mello, Matt's video game obsession. But then again, nobody ever questioned his chocoholicness, so maybe it was best to keep quiet about it, for now at least. Anyways, if Matt ever royally pissed Mello off, there was an easy way to get revenge. And that involved a stolen gun, a supply of bullets and all of Matt's gaming equipment. Genius. But then if he did that, his chocolate stash would be as good as dead, so he never wanted to be faced with that situation.

"Touche. So, how's it goin', MarshMelly?" Matt joked, a faint smile on his face, with bright eyes, though they were covered by the bright orange goggles that camouflauged them. Wincing at the childish name, Mello could already feel the anger swelling inside him. Glaring at there head, though his rage went noticed due to the trance Matt was caught it, Mello scoffed.

"Fuck you, Matteratta. Me, I've just been pickin' on the weirdo. You know how it is..." Mello had a strong hatred for a certain albino that would never rest. After all, Mello was second best in line for being the successor of L. And it made him so angry, the blood sweat and tears he put into the work, yet Near never bothered to look away from his precious toys. How is it that an antisocial twerp gets all the spotlight and Mello didn't? It was supposeD to be Mello at number one, and that stupid brat trailing behind him. And there was another thing. Near was like a fucking robot. He always sounded so neutral, like he never gives a shit, even when he was being beat up. One time when Mello's anger had gotten the most of him and he had unleashed it onto Near, the albino had just received the hits, muttering a "take as long as you want". That wasn't normal! Near wasn't normal! Exactly why Mello hated him. But Matt, on the other hand, thought differently on the situation.

"You know, hate is the first sign of love. Who knows, maybe you two can make little blonde albino babies together. I'll be the irresponsible Uncl-" Before Matt could even finish his sentence he was knocked over, forced down to the carpeted floor by a strong weight. Looking up, it only took the sight of a flash of blue to recognize who had interrupted his precious screen time. Grumbling and attempting to worn out of Mello's iron grip, Matt knew that his game wasn't paused.

"Melly, get the fuck off me you douchebag." Matt groaned, as Mello prevented himself from locking the twat into a choke hold. How dare hw say something as disgusting as that?! Being with that... thing. It just wasn't right in any way shape or form, even if that form was Near. It was just wrong, on so many different levels. And that comment was too far.

"I'm the douchebag? Well yeah, think twice before you sprout some shit like that again." Those were Mello's last words before he stormed out of the room, slamming the door violently behind him, causing the entire rooms inhabitants to stare in shock and silence at the blondes outburst. It wasn't just the shock of the sound, it was the fact that a pissed off Mello was on the loose. The teens could only hope that nobody ran into him, or there would be more than just an argument. The last time Mello had marched out like this was a few years back, and the consequences could have been fatal if Watari hadn't been there... Unlucky for everyone, their carer was currently away for the weekend, leaving the house unattended.

This would not end well.