I feel stupid about the mistake in the title, I am such a hypocrite. They're! They're! -Hits self with whip-
Chapter 2: Alone in the Dark
Sitting up slowly, Near swore he heard whispering. He ignored it, thinking nothing of it. He reasoned with himself that he was just hearing things. A faint knock on the door broke him from his momentary trance. Matt peeked through the door and waved. A slight grin on his face.
"Dinner!" He chimed and ran down the hall, leaving the door wide open. Near got up and walked to the door, closing it behind him. The hall was pitch black, he couldn't even make out his shadow against the wall. The various desks and night stands were just bumps in the dark facade. The windows showed only darkness, the trees almost invisible. He stood there for a few minutes, ignoring the sounds of wind blowing against the trees.
He finally moved on, walking down the flight of stairs. Each rail had an ornate design. He marveled at each design and ran his fingers over the wood carvings.
Help us! Yes! Set us free! Hurry up!
Near looked around to find the source of the voices. It was probably Mello playing a prank on him. He was so immature at times. He looked around, trying to scope out who ever was responsible for the prank. He couldn't see anyone, the voices continued. It was raspy and high pitched.
We're in the basement! Behind the door! Help us!
He was skeptical about opening the door, but decided that if it was Mello he could easily call for help. Some one would help, the caretakers were every where. Looking at the door, he saw the intertwining branches and vines the door portrayed.
He stepped forward, slowly inhaling and exhaling. He turned the knob, it was locked. He looked around for the key. Dust littered the floor concealing everything everything the floor had. Footprints made their marks in the dust, leading to the small corridor. He lifted his foot, the sock was covered in dust, he tried whipng the grim off but realized it was no use.
The key is with the boy! Yes! In the master bedroom!
Near stepped back. He wasn't sure he wanted to trek upstairs, find the master bedroom and steal the key. He knew he would be in trouble if he stole from the master bedroom. L was like his older brother. He wouldn't steal from him, even if it was just a key.
He decided he'd talk to him about it and ask to use it. He trudged to the main hallway. Which was beautifully lit, this relieved him. He wondered about the voices. They chilled him to the bone. The darkness had made him uncomfortable. He sensed eyes watching him through the mask of black. He shivered at the thought, turning back for a moment and quickening his pace.
He opened the door way to the dining room. The four were seated already and eating. He sat at the end of the table, grabbing a plate and filling it with food. Matt greeted him, asking him where he was to be so late.
"Oh! I was just walking through the halls and I heard something..." He stammered, not quite sure if it was smart to tell them.
"Like what?" Mello asked curiously. Near looked around and finally sighed. Hesitant in his answer.
"Voices, like whispering. I heard them while I was walking down the hall."
Mello and Matt burst out laughing. Pointing at Near and waving their hands at him.
"You're ridiculous!" Mello laughed, clutching his stomach. "Crazy! Hearing voices? You schitzo!"
"Mello, knock it off." L warned, turning to Near.
"A key? What were they saying to you?" He asked, giving Mello a cold glare. Mello sat up straight, not wanting to deal with his wrath. Matt remembered the whispering he heard. He thought he was just tired, but if Near was hearing them too...
"They were telling me to help them, to find the key to the basement." He said nervously, glad Mello wasn't laughing anymore. He twiddled with a strand of hair, completely ignoring the food in front of him. He looked behind him to the door, then darting his eyes back to the table.
"Weird, could it be...a shinigami?" Light asked, not realizing he had let that slip out.
"You mean like in the Japanese myths? God, everyone here is fucking psycho!" Mello said laughing harder. The three heirs had no knowing of him being Kira. So he was relieved that they hadn't prodded him about it.
"No. I doubt that, it was probably just mice. This place is old and you're tired. You probably just let your imagination play with your hearing." Matt theorized, for once taking his eyes off of his game. Near considered this and thought it was best.
"We can find the key and look in the basement in the morning. See what is down there." L brought up and in response got a nod from the three. The rest of dinner was centered around the house and Mello tried to convince Near he was schizophrenic. To which Near and Mello argued back and forth, Near cursing a few times in agitation.
"You are ridiculous! You can't just automatically assume he has some kind of mental disorder! That's like me saying you're a transvestite just by looking at your hair!" Matt argued in Near's defense as he played Mario Bros.
"He's hearing voices! I mean he's crazy!"
"And you're a faggot." Matt said blandly not turning to face him. "Yeah well...You take it up the ass every night!" Mello retorted. "Yeah, but you're the one dealing it!" He said laughing. Then switching off his game and pulling the blankets over his head.
"Maybe he's just stressed or some shit about moving." He suggested, forcing his head against the pillow. Mello glared at him. "No way, him stressed? He's like a fucking ice cube, stupid sheep!"
Matt leaned over and pressed his lips against the others. "Shut up and sleep, moron."
"I don't know, if we find nothing down there, I call first insults and taking him to the shrink!"
"Crazy~" Matt said as he closed his eyes, falling asleep as the whispering from the hall echoed in his ears.
Let us free! Help us! We want to be friends!
Okay, so for those who do not know. Schizophrenia is a mental disorder in which the brain will break down thoughts. The symptoms are usually hearing voices, delusions and paranoia. I thought that worked nicely in relation to the subject. Thanks for reading! Please review! And trust me there will be lemon...When I can force myself to write it. -3-
