A/N: Wow, it's been forever since I posted a new fic!! Well, technically, this isn't actually a new fic (It was actually written about 1 1/2 years ago), but I finally got around to putting it up. Expect more chapters to come, I have most of it written already!!

Matt stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, and another turbaned around his head. Walking toward the closet at the end of the hotel room, he sighed. They were in Japan. 'They' meaning Roger, Mello, Near, and himself. It was to take L's body away. They had agreed with the Japanese Police that they could take L back to England, give him a proper burial.

Originally, it was just going to be Roger and Near. Mello wouldn't stand for that. And, wherever Mello went, Matt followed. Throwing on a shirt and some jeans, and put the rest of his things in his backpack. They were going back today. However, this would take longer then it did to get there. Because on the way there, Near found the plane ride terrifying, and clung to Roger the whole time. This time they would have to take two boats, three trains, and a taxi.

Mello was not happy, and Matt decided he'd stay away from him. He threw his backpack over his shoulder, and crammed his feet into his boots. Throwing his Gameboy into his backpack, he walked toward the door, preparing to embark.

Near pressed himself against Roger as the boat gave another sharp jolt. His face revealing no emotion, his fear only shown by his tight grip on Roger's arm.
"We can take a plane next time, right? I think I'm getting sea-sick." Near asked. He heard a 'crunch' and looked up. Mello stood in front of him, holding a crushed soda can, 7-Up spilling down his arm.

"Let me get this straight. You forced me onto a boat where there are no built in movies, and we're surrounded only by freaking water, just to tell me I could be napping on a plane right now listening to my Ipod if you had been thinking more clearly?!"
"That's correct. I am sorry for causing you any discomfort, Mello."
"Why you-" Mello jumped at the short, pajama wearing boy, clutching his hands around Near's neck.

"Mello!" He heard Roger yell. He didn't much care. Near began gasping for air. Roger reached over and pried Mello's fingers from Near's throat.
"Mello, he didn't do anything! Leave him alone!"
Mello scowled and walked to the ship railing, looking off. His blond hair blew, though not stereotypically, tangling in his face.

Near pulled out some Legos from his backpack and began attempting to build a castle. The boat shook again, launching the multi-colored blocks away from him, the wind swirling them further away. Near thought it would be pointless to chase them. He had been secretly dreading this, the upcoming funeral. He had never much been one for dead things. He wanted to put it off as long as possible, but he knew he'd have to face it soon.

"Sir, we're about to approach land." One of the ship men said. "I would recommend getting ready."
Roger nodded. "Near, get your toys together."
But Near wasn't listening. He was watching the plastic Legos swirl in the air. Occasionally, one would drop from the air current and into the water. His eyes settled on Mello, who turned to him and glared, tossing his backpack onto his shoulder.
This was the first time Near had noticed; Mello was beautiful. Admittedly, an angry, twisted type of beautiful, but the blond had a certain beauty and mystique all the same.

The boat jolted, and shook Near out of his trance.
"Sir, we've arrived."

Near stood up and put his backpack on. He grabbed Roger's hand, and stepped off the boat.

A/N: Ugh, I just realized how short this chapter is. Don't worry, the next one's longer, but I'm gonna wait 'til around this time tomorrow to post the next one. Just cuz I'm evil like that. :3 R&Ring makes for a happy Aura!!

~Aura Sleepless