A/N

So this story is jumping around a lot more than I intended. And is going at a super fast pace! L and Light just officially got together but they've been "together" for about five years. But it'll smooth out in a few chapters; also, it's going to be angsty. Angsty as hell. If you don't like that, or it makes you sad, I encourage you to stop reading this story. This chapter is fluffy, very fluffy. Hope you like it so far! Please, please, please review! It keeps me motivated and gives me direction on what you guys like and don't like. Thanks!


"Just don't answer it." I murmur.

"I have to." He says, dries my eyes and reaches for his phone.

Today is the second hardest day of the year for me. The day my mom and dad died. He was forty-six, and she was forty-four, they died five years ago, when I was eighteen. He had PTSD from being in the military, and one night he lost it.

My mother was in the kitchen, and when she turned around to talk to me, my dad saw the knife in her hand and his grip on reality slipped. Before we knew what was going on, my father pulled a gun from his waistband, and shot her, dead on, between the eyes. The gunshot brought him back. He looked at my mom bleeding on the floor; he looked at me, as I slid over the counter to kneel beside her. Then, he looked at the gun.

"Dad. Please, don't." I said as I stood up, my hands and knees covered in blood.

"Please Dad, give me the gun." I said, reaching my hand out.

"Please. I love you, hand me the gun and we'll get through this." I said, and he was going to do it, his hand relaxed and he moved his arm toward me slightly. Then his hand slipped. The gun went off and shot me, just above my knee. I crumbled.

His grip was tighter on the gun and he was shaking.

"I didn't mean to. I-It slipped." I put my hand out.

"I know, it's okay, just set the gun down, and we will be just fine. Okay?" He starts to kneel down.

"See, just like that." I say and he sinks to his knees. He places his hand on my face gently. His hand is spotted in my mom's blood from the splatter, and the red smears across my cheek.

"I love you Light." He says, and I take his hand.

"I love you too Dad." He moved faster than I could see. My vision was blurry from tears and hazy from pain. I couldn't see it, but I sure as hell could hear it. My arms crumbled and I landed in a crumbled child's pose. He was sputtering a bit, choking on his own blood.

"Sayu… t-t-a-ak-e ca-r-r-e o-o-f he-r-r." Then nothing. Nothing but screeching sirens and flashing lights. Nothing but pain and guilt. Nothing but a bloody knife and a smoking gun.

"Yes." He says, holding his phone as awkwardly as always, his voice brings me back.

"Tomorrow?" His perks up.

"…Tonight?" He sits up, his knees on the sides of my hips. Then, the doorbell rings to our floor.

"We'll be there in a moment." He says and stands up.

"What the hell is going on?" I ask, sitting up.

"There is a little boy named Near who stays at the orphanage, and he doesn't exactly, play well with others, he doesn't really doing anything with others. So he came to Japan with Watari. Watari has to go out for three days, he tried to call Matt, but, Near refused to go there. The boy insisted on being with me." He says, and takes my hand, leading me to the door.

"How old is he?" I ask as we get close to the door. Lawliet opens the door, there is a toddler standing there next to an elderly man.

"How do you feel about kids?" L asks, and the little albino boy runs up to him and throws his arms around L's knees.

"LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!" He screams, and L reaches down to tap the boy's head.

"Don't be late for your flight. We'll see you soon." L says, and shuts the door. He leans down and picks up the boy.

"Who aw you?" The little boy asks, his arms around L's neck.

"This is my boyfriend. His name is Light." L says.

"Can you say Light?" Near looks at me intently and squirms in L's arms.

"White!" He yells, trying his best to say my name.

"White! White! Pih mah uh?'' He says, holding out his arms. L smiles, and I gently take the boy into my arms.

"I'm Neaw." He says, putting his nose against mine, and giving me an eskimo kiss. Then he stretches, and yawns, he grabs my shirt with his fists, and leans his head on my chest. I adjust him so that I'm holding him bridal style.

"Is he?" L whispers. I nod. L grabs the robot backpack, and suitcase set, and gently pulls it down the hall. This is the first time I notice the little stuffed lamb in L's arms.

"He can nap on our bed." L says, setting the stuff down. I lean down to set the boy on the bed, but he holds me tighter.

"Law, we've got a bit of a problem." I say, and he chuckles softly.

"Looks like we have no choice," he says, "we have to lie down." I lie on one side, L on the other, and Near is between us, still clutching my shirt, gently snoring.

"He's never like this." L whispers, brushing hair out of the child's face.

"How old is he?" I ask.

"Barely three." L says, continuing to stroke the boy's hair.

"Sometimes he calls me dad." L says, his voice growing quieter.

"And every time," his eyes meet mine, "it breaks my heart."

We could adopt him. We're both in our twenties with steady jobs, I mean- No! Don't even bring that up to L! What are you thinking?! You just confessed the other night!

"You looked like you were going to say something." L says, his hand moving from the boy's face to mine.

"It was something that was beyond my right to say."

"I've thought about it before…" L mutters, looking down at the boy. L's foot reaches out and brushes against mine.

"But I couldn't do it alone." He whispers.

"Who says you'd have to?" I say carefully leaning over Near and giving L a small kiss.

"Light?" He asks.

"Yeah?"

"I'm tiord," he says, in a voice mimicking Near's.

"Then let's sleep." I say and curl up. L curls up against Near, who's curled up against me, who's curled up with Near. We all fall asleep.


"Dada?" I hear a little voice and open my eyes. The little boy is straddling L's rib cage, and poking his cheeks.

"Daddy?" He asks, and starts poking L's face.

"Near?" L asks, blinking open his eyes. Near's face lights up, "DADDY!" He screams and hugs him. L smiles at the boy and reaches a hand to the boy's hair. L doesn't know I am awake.

"Daddy?"

L hums in response.

"Is that Papa?" He asks, pointing to me. I snap my eyes shut, so when L looks at me, he still believes I am asleep.

"No-" He pauses before finishing his sentence, "I hope he will be." L says, and I crack my eye open to see he has turned his attention back to the boy.

"Light." Near says, "Tell me about him." Near says.

"Well Near, Light is a very, very special boy. He's very smart, very handsome," Near giggles at that, "and I love him." L finishes.

"Are you two like Uncle Matt and Uncle Mihael?" L smiles.

"I hope we will be." He says, messing with Near's white locks. Then, I yawn, and stretch.

"Good Morning Light." L says, and leans over kissing me.

"EWWWWWIIIIEEEEEEE!" Near shrieks, climbing off of the bed. L chuckles, and licks his top lip.

"How about we go to the kitchen? We can get some breakfast and watch some Nova." L says, and I give him a look that clearly says, Nova? Really? He's just a kid. L smiles and looks at Near expectantly.

"We can even watch the one about subduction zones, and the aquatics that live there." Near smiles.

"And vowcanos too?" L laughs.

"Of course!"

L grabs a box from the desk, "I have to talk to Light for a minute, can you go out to the living room and do the puzzle I got you?" He asks, holding the box in front of the boy. Near snatches it up and toddles out of the room.

As soon as he's gone, L grabs me by the collar and kisses me. It was passionate, but not demanding. After we stop to breath, he puts his hands on my neck, and I put mine over his.

"How about a night off? We could go see him… if you'd like." L says, knowing all too well he's treading on thin ice.

"But we just got Near." I counter.

"You know the photo on my desk downstairs?" I hold him closer and slip my hands into his back pockets.

"The one with the blonde and the redhead?" He nods.

"That's Matt and Mihael Keehl. Or as Near calls them, Uncle Matt and Uncle Mihael. They live not too far from the orphanage back in England, but when Matt was called about Near, they got onto a flight. I called Mihael after you fell asleep, and they were just boarding, I told them it wasn't necessary for them to come, but they want to see the little boy. I told them that we have plenty of room, and they are welcome for as along as they like. Their flight left at 5:20AM, so they should be landing at about roughly 5:45 this evening. And don't worry about their jetlag, they make this trip so often, it doesn't affect them much anymore."

Then something came to my mind about the picture…

He had blonde hair, and he was tall. The first time I saw him, I felt paralyzed, he had green eyes that were so sharp they could cut you, coupled with his overly neat blonde hair, it was enough to make me nervous, but that wasn't what paralyzed me. He wore only leather, I had never seen him in anything else: leather boots, leather pants, leather vest, and leather gloves. He had a visible scar covering the left side of his face, neck, and his back.

"The blonde in the picture, is he… the one who hurt you?" L flinches.


DUN DUN DUN!

That's all I have to say…