A/N: Written in five minutes. Crack, sarcasm and a bishounen, because I can get away with it.
Disclaimer: No matter how many times I say it, it still hurts. I don't own Death Note.
Baldy
Normal people tend to have the peculiar belief that just because a person is a genius or a prodigy (which is the same actually), that person will have no fears, and a lot of ambitions.
Which is why -usually because normal people also tend to barely have a two digit IQ- sometimes someone comes along to prove that the idea is completely wrong.
Nate Rivers -or Near, as the paranoiac boy insists- is twelve years old, starting hit puberty, and he is also the youngest –and cleverest- detective currently in the world…and the little pest knows it.
He is a genius alright.
Never mind that to him, catching Kira is his job, and he does it happily and without complaint (how could he complain? The brat is bossing around grown ups and saving the world while playing with kindergarten toys, when he should tptally be stuck to a Nintendo or at least reading a porno at his age).
But aside from speculations about wanting to get a curly perm (deduced from the incessant twirling of his pastel white strands), not one of his coworkers has ever really known Near to have ambitions.
But his fears are meticulously deduced within the sharp mind of a fellow observer, and she keeps them brightly present in her subconscious whenever the kid's acting like a total bitch.
Halle Lidner knows the time will come when the useful information comes handy, and she hopes she'll live long enough to see the brat's face when she shaves off all of his pretty, pretty hair.
Let's see how he acts all arrogant and stuck up then.
Because genius is the last thing on a normal person's mind, when a baldy's crossing the street.
Try to imagine a bald Near, it's not cute…it's…
Ew.