A/N: Hello, I have decided to go against my better judgement and post a story before I have finished most of it. I am terribly lazy, and often find it hard to finish a story, so I'm sorry in advanced to any people who will be disappointing with my not-so-frequent updates. Any who~! I was really excited about this story idea, though I'm not sure yet how it will end. Also, this story is obviously set in an AU (alternate universe) and I am trying my hardest to stay true to the manga time line... at least as far as birth dates are concerned. That being said, Mello is 17, Matt is 16, and Near is 15. My own character, A, is 29. Okay, that's all I will say for now. I hope you enjoy this little taste of my newest crazy creation.
It was relatively bright in the small hotel suite as a young blond sat in the chair beside the large window. The boy, barely seventeen years of age, was slouched in the uncomfortable chair, twirling the piece of paper he held in his hands. A look akin to irritation was plastered to his face, and he seemed to barely be able to contain himself. Across the room, another boy, with red-tinted brown hair was lounging quite comfortably across the long, plush couch. There was a constant beeping being emitted from the brunet's portable game system, and every few moments, a whispered curse would leave the boy's mouth.
Unknown to these two boys, across the building, on the same floor, was another small youth in much the same predicament as them. He too had received a letter and was now waiting under the constant watch of his current caretakers, Anthony Rester and Halle Linder. The boy, child-like in a sense, was lying quite happily in his stomach, playing with an assortment of small toys and dice.
At exactly three o'clock, the inhabitants of both rooms began to stir; the letters they received had explicit instruction on how to proceed to a meeting room located on their floor. Both parties never crossed paths, that having been the entire purpose of all this.
The first to enter into their destination was the two boys, the blond having been eager to end this charade. When the door shut behind the less-than-excited brunet, a click was heard as the door locked itself.
The blond swore, putting any good sailor to shame with his colorful vocabulary, and began pounding on the wooden obstruction. The brunet attempted to calm his friend, but when this proved to be unsuccessful, he made his way around the room to look out the large back wall that was made entirely out of glass. Matt was stand with his face nearly plastered to the window, and Mello was still attempting to kick down the door when another door across the room opened and a man and woman made their way inside.
"Near!" spat the blond, his curious mood having turned sour when he realized he was unable to open the door. He knew only a sick, little bastard like Near would do something like this. "What the hell are you doing here?"
The two adults stepped aside as the pale boy entered the room, letting the door slip closed behind him.
"Stop the door!" Matt screamed suddenly, reaching for the door though he would never reach.
Halle turned to grab the door, but was to late; it had already locked.
"What's going on?" Anthony demanded, looking between the still fuming blond and the disappointed brunet.
"You tell me," Mello said viciously, crossing his arms across his chest in what only Matt knew to be pouting.
Near stepped forward, his arm outstretched to display a paper similar to the one Mello still held. "I received a letter. I assumed it was either you or someone from Wammy's. The one who sent it knew... information about myself that should have only been known to a select few."
"It sure as hell wasn't me. If I wanted to talk to you I would have just found you, but wait, I don't like you," the older boy said not bothering to hide his obvious distaste for the younger.
"Mels, stop it. Now is not the time," Matt said, looking sternly at his friend; and to everyone's surprise, Mello shut his mouth, glared at Matt, and finally dropped himself into one of the chairs surrounding the large meeting table. Matt smirked before continuing. "I actually got an email, but it pretty much said the same stuff," he finished, going to sit beside Mello.
"An email?" Halle asked, looking down at her temporary ward. "You received something else, didn't you, Near?"
The smallest boy hesitated before responding, "Yes. I also received an assortment of toys and dice."
Mello perked up at that, forgetting his anger as he looked at Matt. Matt inclined his head, not an obvious movement, but Near saw it nonetheless.
"Matt and I also receive gifts," Mello glanced at the gamer from the corner of his eye before continuing. "I got a large crate of imported chocolate, and Matt got some new game system."
"It's Sony's newest gaming console; it's not supposed to be released for two years!" He beamed, regardless of the facts irrelevance to the situation.
"What did you do with the items received?" the pale boy asked, moving closer to the table.
Mello scoffed, "Don't you know you're not supposed to eat candy from strangers?"
"I played with mine. What about you?"
The boy paused, "They are being tested in one of my labs right now. I would like to know who is behind all of this."
By this point in their conversation, Near had decided to take a seat. He listened quietly as Mello and Matt made small comments on their new found information, and observed the two carefully.
They seemed far closer than they had ever been. While they were all still residents at Wammy's, Near could recall how the pair had always been close friends; they constantly sought out each others company, and often cause quite an uproar. Whether it be for a spur-of-the-moment prank, or a long and stern lecture from Roger, the two remained together. The difference between then and now, though, was that he could never recall them touching. They had always left a gap between them even if it had been minute.
When he had last seen them, Mello was still distraught over L's recent death, and poor Matt was left to take care of the mourning blond. They left shortly after, using their inheritance as L's heirs to purchase an apartment. It must have been this that cause the change in the two.
The albino continued to observes the two; Mello had his feet on the seat of the chair and his knees were tucked under his chin. He might have looked mad, but the lack of crinkling in his brow made it obvious that he was anything but. Matt was sitting beside him, his chair angled so that he could rest his feet on Mello's chair. He had his arm around the older boy's neck and was absentmindedly playing with Mello's hair.
Near knew there was something else going on with these two, but had little time to contemplate it as the same door he had entered through was suddenly opened.
All heads turned to look in the direction of the door, and Mello jumped up, dislodging the content brunet beside him. A woman entered, her long, auburn hair swishing with every move she made. She came to stand beside Rester, looking completely normal in her dark pants and structured leather jacket.
"Hello." She smiled, her bright blue eyes observing everyone in the room. She nodded at the other woman in the room, "Thank you Halle. I can take over from here."
Everyone was too startled to say anything, and Halle took this as her opportunity to lead Anthony from the room.
"Oh, and Halle," the woman's soft voice rang clear as a bell. "I have Heart sleeping in the other room, would you please watch her?"
Halle smiled and nodded towards the woman before she exited the room; the door this time, though, did not lock.
The room was completely quiet as the woman made her way towards the glass wall, taking the seat at the head of the table so she could clearly see the three children.
"Am I correct in assuming that you have questions for me?" she asked, then looked directly at Mello.
"Damn straight," he scoffed. "Who the fuck are you and what do you want?"
"First of all, Mello, you will refrain from using such foul language. And secondly, I will not refuse to tell you of my identity. You may call me A, and I must warn you, what I have to say will not be pleasant for you to hear."
"Continue regardless," Near said, sounding bored.
She sighed, "I am assuming that you are all aware of each other's true names?" She didn't let them answer before continuing. "Well, I suppose that will be irrelevant soon, so I will just continue. You, Mihael and Nate, are siblings."
I normally hate small chapters, and especially cliffhangers, but this story will probably be full of them. Also, this was not checked for grammar, so I apologize for any mistakes. Please let me know if you seen any!