Ermahgawd guys! Sorry, such a late update!

Well, actually I was diagnosed with something like Glandular fever so I've been way too tired to write, sorry! (I'm missing school cause of this, two weeks! I'm gonna be sooooo behind when I get in session again ;_;).

To the comments:

italyPASTA13: Yeah, I do that cause if I write something dark, I creep myself out, so that's like a diversion to lighten the mood ^^ I didn't want to make them young, I mean the context would be way too inappropriate for thirteen year olds (especially the move Mello made on Near in...chapter 1?) Thanks for reviewing!

Oh, reminding me, we're are on the 10th chapter! yay! Double-digits! :'D I'm especially proud because I haven't forgotten the plot yet! ^^"

DarkAngelJudas: There's a light at the end of every dark tunnel? Thanks for the comment!

Well as always guys, thanks for reading, commenting and favouriting and following and all that.

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"I thought that you might do that, Nate." Dominic grinned down at Near, who experienced a wave of sickness from the memories that were hidden behind that grin.

"You're a sick freak! No wonder your Mummy died! She was that ashamed!" The kids shouted and kicked the little Near, who was curled up in a ball, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Not only a year ago had his Father become infatuated with the Mafia, so much that he was willing to force his own wife to become a prostitute for his own gang.

She complied.

Only because she had someone whom she wanted to protect with all her heart, her son Nate River, but one day her husband took it too far and promptly forced Near into the business, she disapproved and ordered a divorce with full custody of Near. He beat her up, right in front of his son, before moving onto Near and raping him at age five.

Near was six when his Mother died because of an illness that was sexually transmitted.

Not long after that he ran away and found Quillish Wammy or Watari who took him in and offered him a place to stay.

"What's you name little boy?" Those words nearly made him burst into tears, because instead of being called 'albino freak' or 'little fuck-up' he was actually appreciated as a living being.

"Nate River."

"How about we call you Near then?"

"The N and A from Nate and R and E from River…" Near mumbled at the older man.

"Well aren't you a smart one?" The older man chuckled and patted Nears small head.

Watari took Nears hand and lead the little boy to his car, "How about we go to Wammys now then?"

"What is Wammys?"

"It is an orphanage for kids that are smart, just like you."

The car ride stretched on, the place was so far and Near only had one question that he wanted to ask repeatedly.

"Is Wammys a nice place?" Near asked for the fifth time.

"I guarantee it is a wonderful place, where you will make friends, improve your learning and be able to start over." To hear this sentence, was the only reason Near continuously asked Watari that same question, it made his heart fill up with a warmth that he hadn't felt in so long.

Sadly it didn't go that way for Near, at first he had tried to make friends but it was just like all his other attempts. Worthless. The kids bullied him and saw him as every other kid did. An albino freak.

Near grew to hate everything around him, it was all full of lies, hurt and betrayal.

And now here Near is, pinned against the stone wall, the source of everything that ever could have gone wrong for him staring him right in the face, his knife slowly piercing deeper and deeper into Nears chest.

"I kept my promise did I not Near? You confessed your little secret right before I even began which is…unfortunate for you because now I have to double your pain!" The knife cut deeper causing Near to howl in pain.

"Fuck you!" He shouted at Dominic, desperately trying to get out of his grip.

Mello still seemed to be in a daze, never had he seen so much emotion pour from Near before and what he admitted to him made him feel so happy, it was a glorious feeling, but now this was happening and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Stop it Dominic! You do know that's your son right?!" Mello finally shouted out, drawing the man's attention away from Near.

Although Near knew Mello was trying to help him, he couldn't help but feel the lid on his jar of anger just burst right of at those words, "Sorry Mello, but I refuse to be the son of a fuck up that sacrificed his wife and family just to get closer to replicating the Mafia!" Near spat, kicking Dominic in the stomach.

"Because of him I've become less than human! I want to be more like me! Me! Every second of my life was a waste because of you! Taunted, bullied, lost, hurt, alone, everything and anything happened because of you!" Near continued, slowly using the wall behind him to stand, blood dripping and staining his shirt like blooming roses.

"This isn't fake, this is the Mafia!" Dominic boomed at Near.

"Where did that even begin? That stupid infatuation that you had?! You took it too far, you are insane, mental, crazy!" Near continued spitting out any words he could, he just wanted Dominic to know what a foul creature he was and how much he hated him.

When Near stopped his cursing for a breath, Dominic lunged forward at him, slapping him straight across the face, "This is my castle and I am king here!" He exclaimed, a mad grin spread over his face.

"Get off Near."

"What?"

Dominic turned around, but he was too late, the loud shot of the gun had already fired and had hit him square in the head.

Mello and Near sat there shocked, "What just happened?" Mello asked.

Matt stood there, gun raised, his hands shaking, sweat staining his clothes, dried blood covering his cut lip and a bruise over his left eye, "I shot him, that's what happened Mello." He said, his voice shaking slightly.

"How? We were tied up!" Mello persisted, still unable to believe that Matt just killed a man.

"When Near was being tortured, I found one of Dominics many knives and started working at my ropes and when it came back to it, there was a gun lying not that far from me." Matt summed up, placing the gun that was previously in his hands onto the ground.

"Thank you." Near whispered, looking up at Matt.

Matt smiled a little, they could escape now, "Come on, let's get out of here." He gestured towards the staircase and helped Near up.

"Ahem, I'd love to join you but I'm a little tied up as of now…" Mello said, emphasizing his situation by flicking his feet up in the air.

"Oh right, sorry Mells." Matt said, leaving Near to lean against the wall as he cut Mellos ropes.

Mello stood up, brushing himself off, "Well, what are we still doing here?" He exclaimed, making Matt want to roll his eyes, "Let's bust outta this place!"

Thanks for reading! (and if there are any mistakes, sorry, I was really tired, so I didn't proofread much).

All I'm saying Mello is you can be a little temper-mental sometimes, it's really nothing that bad...

Mello: Temper-mental huh? I'LL GIVE YOU TEMPER-MENTAL!

Okay, Mello *is slowly backing away* put the knife down, MELLO!

Matt: What the hell is going on in here?

Mello: She accused me of being temper-mental...

Matt: *pats authors back* We've all been there and done that, don't worry, just don't do it again...