Near moved quickly back to the room and then shut the door behind him, leaning against it as he held up his hand. "…Why now, of all times? I'm almost eighteen, wasn't I supposed to take their place when I was sixteen?" He lowered his hand. "Geez, and all of these nightmares…"
He walked over and climbed onto the bed, lying down and curling up. "I really need to stop focusing on the past, it's going to get in the way of my work." He said to himself, closing his eyes.
Light watched from above him, then glanced at the window as it was slowly opened and what looked like a black-haired Near with long hair and cold, brown eyes came in and approached the bed. "Well, this looks interesting." Light grinned. "'Ammador Rivers'…"
Ammador gently pulled Near into his arms and stroked his hair lovingly, then kissed his cheek. "Nate…it's been too long…" He whispered, and then he got off the bed and went over to the window, which was propped open by a pole. He gently pushed Near out the window and onto a soft cousin set outside the window. Then he slipped out and landed next to him, pulling the pole away to shut the window. "Time to go home."
Light let out a wolf-whistle. This guy may just be the person he was hoping Near would run into, the one to make him beg and cry and scream that he wanted to die. It was clear that this other Rivers guy had impure intentions, but he wasn't gonna kill him – not yet. Not until Nate Rivers was dead.
Light and Ryuk followed the duo all the way to a car that Ammador shoved Near into, and then Light looked at Ryuk. "Where do you think they're going?" He then looked over as Linda, the girl Near was with, let out a scream of worry. Shrugging, he led the way to follow the car.
Hours later, Near woke up to find himself in a strange bed. Or, maybe it wasn't strange, but familiar. He gasped and sat up, looking around the all-white room. Near the bed was a picture of three people, and Near felt tears slip down his cheeks as he recognized him and his parents. "…Why am I in Thailand? Is this another nightmare?" He whispered, and then he wiped away the tears and slipped off the bed, looking around.
"Nate Rivers."
He froze in fear and looked at his bedroom door, blinking as he saw a black-haired him. No…it was different…he knew him… He slowly stood up and walked towards the stranger, his lips moving to form a word he hadn't spoken in years, many years.
"Ammador."
The stranger smiled widely and reached out a hand to the small male. "That's right, little cousin. I brought you home." He caught Near's wrist and pulled him close. "You haven't changed a bit, have you? You're still dressed in mostly whites, and still so beautiful." He kissed his forehead, then stroked his cheek. "But, look at you. You're so quiet, and so much more mature." His smile changed to a smirk and he moved hand down Near's body. "How much have you matured, I wonder?" He purred.
Near gasped and pushed away from him, glaring at him in disgust. "Leave me alone, Ammador! Take me back home!"
"You ARE home, though." He grinned.
"No, this isn't my home anymore! My home is where you took me away from, now TAKE ME BACK!" He yelled, running to lunge at him.
"Too slow and foolish, Nate." Ammador dodged to the side and let Near slam into the wall outside the room. "Ouch, that looks like it hurt!"
Near slowly got up and then closed his eyes before looking at his despicable cousin with eyes that held no emotion. Ammador scowled and smacked him across the face. "Don't look at me like that, Nate!"
"Not Nate Rivers…" Near said calmly. "I am Near. I am with L. L is Justice." He glared at him. "I am not one of the Chosen."
"Wha—are you saying you're a traitor to Khaos, Nate Rivers?" Ammador growled.
"'Khaos' is as much a god as Kira." Near said calmly.
"Take that back, Nate! Or, I'll make you wish you HAD!" He slammed him into the wall, his cold, brown eyes glaring into Near's emotionless, gray ones.
"I won't." Near looked at him with no emotion.
Ammador glared at him a bit longer, then smirked before he started to laugh, his hands still on Near's shoulders. Then his grip tightened and his long nails dug in, Near wincing as he felt a scar being pushed against by the claw-like nails as Ammador's head moved next to Near's "Then, prepare for pain." He whispered. "Because you know full well what we do to traitors, Nate Rivers."
"I'm not afraid." Near said calmly.
"You will be." He pulled away, then turned and left the hallway as he went downstairs, leaving Near alone against the wall.
Near waited until he heard the front door slam shut before he slumped to the floor, curled up with his knees to his chest. "I don't want to be back here…" He whispered softly, and then looked at his bandaged hand. How many scars did he have on his body, now? How many times had be been kidnapped? Well, technically, this would be the second time, but Kira kidnapped him in his dreams and Ryuuzaki kept on—why did he keep calling him that? He was Backup, B, Beyond Birthday—DEAD, so it didn't matter!
He pushed himself to his feet and clenched his fists. "Don't be scared. Khaos is just another wanna-be god, he can't do anything to hurt you." Heck, unlike Kira, there was no proof that Khaos even existed, so he was even less of a god than Kira! He went back to him bedroom and sat down on the bed, sighing as he grabbed the picture. "maanM daaM(Mother)…biL daaM(Father)…" He curled up with it in his arms. "haiF aL phaiM(Forgive) graL phohmR(me)…"
Light looked down at him, blinking. "Ryuk, what's he saying?"
"Do I look like one of those dictionaries to you?" Ryuk cackled. "Ask him."
"No, it's too early to show myself!" He shook his head.
"Suit yourself." Ryuk shrugged.
Near sighed and put the picture aside, then closed his eyes, steeling his nerves for what he knew was to come. The last person he saw being a traitor was tortured until he gave in to their commands – gave in to believing in Khaos's power. He opened his eyes, then walked over and opened the window, looking out it to look around.
Thailand hadn't changed – it was still the same Thailand he was born in. He recognized a few people that he could see from here, but didn't want to try for what would be an unpleasant reunion. No, right now he was thinking of escape routes. He glanced over his shoulder, however, when the door opened, and then blocked the blindfold that was coming at him with an arm, kicking his cousin in the gut.
Hey, he hadn't endured all of Mello's bullying for nothing, and he was a fast learner. Obviously not expecting that, Ammador flew back and hit the ground before he got back up, growling. Near took a defensive stance, unaware of the second person creeping up to the window. The last thing he saw before everything went black was Ammador running over, and then he felt a sharp pain in his gut before he slumped over into his cousin's arms, unconcious.
When he next awoke, he was in a strange bed, and his wrists and ankles were chained. With great difficulty, he manged to move himself up slightly so he could look around. He heard footsteps and then Near's eyes narrowed in pure loathing as he recognized the Shaman of Khaos – the one that usually punished people and forced them to give it to the religion.
"Nate Rivers…" He purred, walking over. He held out a hand and gently stroked Near's cheek, and Near jerked away in disgust. "I hear tell that you have been unfaithful to our God, and Ia m here to hear you say it isn't so." He grabbed a bunch of Near's hair and yanked his head up to look him in the eyes. "That IS not so, right?"
"I have forsaken that false god." Near hissed through clenched teeth. "And I don't intend on ever going back!" He snapped, his eyes narrowed in fury. "You can torture me all you want; I will not break!"
"I see." The man sighed and then strokd Near's cheek again."Such a pity…you held such promise…" He said softly, and then his hand suddenly shot out and smacked the young-adult, knocking him back as the chains rattles. "INSOLENT, UNGRATEFUL BEAST! YOU'RE LUCKY THAT KHAOS DOES NOT STRIKE YOU DOWN WHERE YOU STAND!"
"Call me what you want, it won't faze me." Near said calmly, trying to ignore the stinging pain on his cheek.
"Nate, you are making me very angry." The Shaman growled, and then he grinned. "But, I take comfort in the fact that you're helpless and can't escape me." He reached lower, his fingers undoing Near's shirt. "Let's see how badly I can break you."
"Oh, shit. Not watching this." Light retreated from the room, Ryuk following suit.
Near struggled in the chains, glaring up at the Shaman. "Let go of me you—hnn!" He clenched his fists, trying to fight back any feeling of pleasure he was feeling while the Shaman was stroking his cock. "Stop it!"
The Shaman chuckled, then reached over to undo the chains, one arm going around Near's waist. Near hit his shoulder, but he didn't care and forced Near onto his stomach, one hand pinning him while the other unfastened the albino's jeans. "So lively, Nate! I wonder how long you can endure?" He nuzzled him and then pulled down Near's jeans, chuckling at his protests. "Bad boys get punished."
"You're sick! Let go of me, you sick fr—aahh!" He clawed at the bedsheets, hissing in pain as he was forced into. "St—ooooop!"
"Nope." The Shaman smiled. "Traitors are punished, Nate Rivers."
"Nn—Near!" He snapped. "L-Let me go!" He clawed even more, groaning in pain. "Stop!"
"No, Nate. I'm not going to let you go. I will make you beg for mercy." He got faster and rougher, purring at the sound of Near's cries.
A few hours later, Near shiffted on the bed, his eyes closed tightly in pain. He had held out, hadn't begged even once, but he couldn't help but imagine Ryuuzaki being the one hitting and raping him. It had never happened, but god damnit, he was going to end up dreaming that as well as Kira and BB torturing him. Just. Great.
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In case you're wondering, Khaos is a heathen god I made up, and I'm not sure if Khaos actually exists or not. Still working on that. And, as you can see, I made him come from Thailand – which is going through some sort of Ice Age, appearently… - and made him have a freaky cousin and nice parents that died.
Review, please! Or Near will never get out of here!
