Chapter Two:
Robin
"Are you okay, kid?" The girl, who I thought was a guy, asked. Her voice was pleasant, unlike a female I met before, Misa Amane. She sat down on her knees in front of me, and brushed me off.
I noticed her eyes: they were sharp and yellow. A strand of her black hair fell over her face, and she looked worried.
"Yeah …" I replied.
She sighed, "Well, that's a relief."
She stood up and took of her cap. Her eyes were still on me, studying me.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I was running away from those guys and I ended up here."
A pretty convincing lie, but she seemed skeptical.
"What's your name?"
"Near." I replied.
"Near?"
"Yeah, Near."
She scratched her head.
"Did you run away from your home?"
"No," I replied bluntly.
"Then where are your parents?" She asked.
"They're ... dead," I said.
Her eyes softened. She sat on her knees again, and hugged me.
I had never been hugged before by a female. L, yes, but not a girl. Warmth surrounded me.
She let go, and patted my head.
"Do you have any place to go? Maybe I could help you get there."
I decided to be honest with her, and shook my head.
"Well, you can come with me, if you like," She said, smiling, and giving me her hand.
I stared at her for a while, thinking what to do.
Reviewing the facts that I had nowhere to go, nothing to eat, no toys and that I was practically naked, I took her hand.
Her grasp on my hand suddenly became stronger, and she pulled me up on her shoulders.
"We can get around faster if I carry you, don't you think?"
She started walking out of the alley.
"Oh, miss? I forgot to ask your name…" I said quietly.
"Meh, don't worry about it. It's Robin, but everyone calls me Robby," She replied, cheerfully.
"Thank you, for saving me back there, Miss Robin," I told her.
"Why are you being so thankful and formal to me? What are you, fifty years old? And I told you to call me Robby," She said.
I held my breath.
"I like the name Robin. And actually, I'm twenty years old," I stated calmly, to see her reaction.
She stayed quiet for a while, and then burst out laughing.
"Yeah, right, and I'm thirty two."
"No, of course not; you behave like a two year old," I retorted, without thinking.
She stopped on her tracks.
"You've got guts, you know that, kid?"
"Yes, I know. Actually, I did not know that I had 'guts' until today," I replied, thoughtfully.
She laughed again.
"You're one, weird kid."
"And you've got the name of a bird."
"I thought you liked it?"
"I do," I said, quietly.
She did not reply, but walked on. We turned corners until we came to a two storey house.
"We're here," Robin stated, and went in, still carrying me on her back.
She rummaged her pockets until she found a set of keys, and unlocked the door.
She took me off her shoulders, and now carried me prince-style to what I assumed was her living room.
She plopped me down on her sofa, and walked to (again, what I assumed) her kitchen.
"Do you like coffee, or tea, or hot chocolate?" She called to me.
"Um… hot chocolate?" I replied, though I had never tried it.
After a while, she came to me with a mug of chocolate, with marshmallows and chocolate syrup.
L and Mello would go love this.
I took it and muttered a thank you.
She left me to drink it, and went upstairs. I had finished the chocolate and was stuffing my face with marshmallows when she came back.
She was carrying some clothes, and she dumped them on the sofa.
"These are not your exact size, but try them on. I'm going out to see if I can find you some new ones."
With that, she left, and I stared at the pile of clothes.
N O T E: Okay, so if you haven't understood yet, it's in Near's Point of View. Please review, I'll kiss you if you do.
Swiper, signing out.