A/N: Okay, so I'm a little late on updating. I have no excuse. I was sitting on the computer talking to Steve. Anyways, this chapter has some OOC on Near's part, but I'll go more into it at the end of the chapter.

So please enjoy the chapter OOC and all!

Matt frowned. He understood that Near was just addressing him, probably saying it as his own version of 'hello', but he decided to have some fun with it.

"I'm sorry Near, but I am not on the menu. However, if you are so desperate, you can go eat one of those gummy bears like you did yesterday. Now, is there anything that I can get you?" He replied, keeping his voice void of emotion.

"The fact that you aren't on the menu is quite upsetting. I was really hoping you would serve yourself up on a silver platter. However, due to this inconvenience, I am willing to take eggs, toast, and orange juice in substitution." Near gave a frown.

Matt pulled back, nodding as he made a mental note of what Near requested.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I shall have to give you your alternative. Thank you for your cooperation." Matt rolled his eyes.

"Matt, if it's no trouble, I'd like my eggs sunny-side up, please." Near added to his request.

Matt nodded.

"Yeah, ok. No biggie, I guess. See you later." He raised his arm very slightly in a small wave before turning around to leave. Matt left the room, and went down the hall, and over to the cafeteria. Hopefully, no questions would be asked why he was out of class and buying breakfast so late.

"Alright… Eggs- sunny side up- uhm… orange juice, toast, check… alright, I think I have everything." Matt muttered to himself as he looked through the line of available foods. "Now. What to get for me?" He continued on, his gaze sweeping the available foods. Bagels, doughnuts, cereal, pancakes, waffles… there was a wide variety of foods to fit the desires of the Wammy House children. Matt went with a whipped cream filled maple bar- one of his favorite doughnuts. He placed it on the large plate, careful to make sure it wasn't touching any of Near's food. Matt wasn't sure whether Near would appreciate whipped cream, no matter how delicious, on his toast- or especially on the eggs. Whipped cream and eggs is not the greatest combination. To drink, Matt grabbed a glass of water. He could practically live on water… Then again, nobody can't. Matt sighed, walking back to the room.

"Ugh. I'm tired."

The halls were ringing with the resounding echo of Frank's- well, Hawtdawg's- steps as he raced through the hallways. He had managed to get away from the classes during the passing period, and was now trying to see whether anyone else was skipping out on class as well. So far, there was pretty much nobody that was still in their rooms. But Hawtdawg had could've sworn that he'd heard footsteps from somewhere in this hallway. But where were they?! Frowning, he slammed open another door- to find, once again, nothing. Hawtdawg cursed under his breath, running ahead. He didn't know why he wanted to find this person so bad, so he blamed it on boredom.

That's when he was a head of red hair walking a few yards ahead of him. Hawtdawg's gaze narrowed, and he slowed his pace down.

Oh, how he hated Matt.

Hawtdawg slowed his pace, though walking quickly enough to catch up to Matt as he was opening the door to his room. With a 'HA!' and a shove, Hawtdawg shoved Matt into the room. Satisfied with his small revenge, Hawtdawg grinned, and left without a second word.

Matt was caught off guard and fell into the room through the door. He tried his best to maintain his balance, taking a few quick steps forward in a successful attempt to keep all the food on the plate. However, Matt hadn't expected Near to be right in the way of his path. He put the brakes on as best he could while keeping the food on the plate, and he managed to stop with one final step of his right leg beside Near. Sadly, Matt hadn't stopped quickly enough, and now his lips were pressed against Near's.

Near had merely been playing with his robots like a good boy. The urge to relieve himself had made itself known, so he was walking towards the bathroom. He certainly did not expect Matt to make such an entry. Honestly, the loud and fast entry scared the crap out of Near. That fear was compared to what was happening now. Matt was kissing Near, kissing him. Near's entire form went stone rigid, except for the feeling of warm liquid running down his leg.

Matt blinked once in surprise, his brain freezing for a moment. When the situation finally registered in his brain, Matt stepped back, his legs working quickly to keep himself from falling backwards into the hallway.

"Holy sh- what the- who the fuck pushed me?!" He shouted, turning to look outside. A blush tinged his face, and he was met with an empty hallway.

"Matt…," Near called softly, still a little bit in shock. "I think I may have just soiled myself." Near's stomach grew hollow as he said the words. A flurry of emotions went through Near, and he couldn't make sense of any of them. The majority of these emotions were bad ones, and they all settled in his gut. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye, mostly because he'd peed his pants. He struggled to wipe it away, and frowned visibly.

Matt whipped around, his face reddening more.

"Aw shit, are you kidding me?" He groaned. "Shit, man. Sorry about that, Near. Some bastard pushed me into you." Matt practically growled, his gaze flickering to the side and his hands twitching.

"So…" The mood in this situation was awfully uncomfortable, and Matt's brain cogs were working furiously to find a way to get out of this situation. "IIIIIIIIIIIIIII think I'm going to go get you some new pants. Hope you don't mind me looking through your bo- er, underwear." Matt muttered, quickly walking over to Near's dresser.

"Ok, pants, pants, pants… ok, there's the pants. Ok… let's go down one drawer- ok, that's them. Ok- ugh- here we go. Just grab them with the pants, Matt." Matt told himself quietly. "Ok, here we go. One, two- threeoktherewego." He breathed out, keeping his eyes fixated on the wall determinedly as he walked back over to Near.

Near's frown deepened, and he knit his eyebrows together as he tucked the emotions away in his mind's compartment. That compartment overflowed, and it became apparent to Near that he couldn't just forget about all these emotions. Near would have to cope on his own with these emotions. He balled his hands into fists and clenched them together, digging his fingernails into his palms, in an attempt to hold tears, caused by the embarrassment, from falling. To someone else, he probably looked extremely angry, and he really was starting to get angry, just not as angry as he looked. For the most part, he was angry at himself for not being able to keep all these emotions in check, but his mind was clouded from the kiss that had been forced upon him.

Near wordlessly yanked the pants and underwear from Matt. Then he headed to the bathroom. He decided it would be best to take a shower, so he did. The warm water soothed him more than he could describe, and he felt terrific as he completely cleansed himself. It was even enough of a mood booster to put a small smile on his lips.

After his shower, Near dried himself and put on his clothes with a more positive attitude. When it came to his pajama top, which he'd now worn for at least two days, he merely shrugged and put it back on. It really didn't matter to him. He placed the soiled clothing in a cloth hamper near the toilet. Then he exited the bathroom.

"I forgive you for kissing me, Matt," Near walked passed Matt and to his toys in the corner of the room. "After all, I know how much you wish to get your hands on me." A smirk appeared on Near's face.

Matt almost choked on the air he was breathing in, but held back just in time. He looked at Near, blinking in confusion. 'Why doesn't Near care about that ki- no. That wasn't a kiss. It was just… me falling on him.' Matt told himself firmly, locking away the thoughts.

"No." He replied, shrugging simply. "You're too short to be my type." Matt smiled slightly, chuckling. "It's hard to kiss someone if you have to bend over just to do it."

"I apologize for my lack in size. Perhaps you'd like me to get on the tips of my toes next time? Would that be a bit more enjoyable for you?" Near's smirk broadened. The thought of kissing Matt again, however, wiped the smirk off his face, and his eyes widened as he pondered what had actually occurred. Even if it was accidental, a kiss was still a kiss, and this was Near's first kiss, at that. "Thank you for taking my lips' virginity, by the way." Near added, voice dripping with sarcasm.

It was Matt's turn to grin- somehow, seeing Near having actual emotions was very entertaining, especially when he was flustered like that.

"No problem." He replied. Of course, to Matt, it was a problem. His first kiss was taken because someone pushed him- wait, no. It wasn't a kiss. Though Matt still didn't particularly enjoy the fact that his lips had been pressed against someone else's- let alone a boy's- let alone Near's- lips.

Near's every thought was filled with the kiss that had taken place not long before. He made sure his cheeks didn't turn pink, as they wanted, to retain as much of an expressionless face as possible. Confusing thoughts overtook more logical ones about the kiss. His mind was now subject to thoughts that he'd hoped he'd never have. One of the most obnoxious thoughts he had was whether he'd liked the kiss or not. It was too ephemeral for Near to be sure. Then he considered that'd he'd had the kiss with Matt… Near couldn't fight the blush that tinged his cheeks, and he came to the conclusion that he had liked it a lot, even if it did happen quickly.

Near stopped himself from thinking that way, and backtracked. He grew angry with himself that he was having such thoughts about Matt, who was probably the closest thing to a friend he'd ever have. Near told himself that it was 100% sure that he didn't like Matt more than a mere acquaintance, much less as a crush. Although it was true, Near couldn't help but still like the kiss. Perhaps it was merely the act of kissing that he liked, not necessarily that it was with Matt. That was normal. After all, things of romantic nature were supposed to be enjoyable. When Near came to this conclusion, he smirked again, and began twirling a lock of his hair.

"Matt, can you believe that I actually enjoyed that kiss and would consider doing it again?"

Matt blinked, surprised. Was Near saying this honestly, or was he playing with Matt's head again?

"Uh… No." He replied. Blunt, but true. Near didn't really strike Matt as the type who would enjoy such forms of affection, though Matt had not had any affectionate emotions put into his unwilling actions during that incident. How could Near enjoy Matt falling on him?

"Matt, why is it that you have no reaction towards what transpired? If anything, you should be more affected by it than me," Near said thoughtfully.

Matt had to think to reply to that. To be honest, Matt couldn't really remember much about the- dare he call it- kiss. He remembered a faint, warm tingling, but most of the "special moment" was shrouded by the surprise and rush of being pushed with a plateful of food in his hands. Why couldn't he just leave the room? Damn Roger and his stupid letter.

"…" 'I know! I should be the one freaking out, shouldn't I?' Matt thought. 'So why am I suddenly so calm, and you're the weird one? I mean, sure you're always weird, but this is just… odd. I mean, even the thought of even coming close to another person's lips made me feel strange in my stomach- and it sure as hell wasn't butterflies. I should be beating the crap out of him right now- no, wait. That's Mello's job. I should be beating the crap out of whoever pushed me into Near and caused this.' Matt continued to think to himself, Near's question fading into the background as he thought about his situation. A few seconds later, Matt snapped back to reality.

"Uh… I dunno."

"Could it be that you like me so much that it felt natural?" Near asked, half curious, half poking fun.

Matt rose an eyebrow in disbelief, though his eyes were almost closed.

… What?

"Near, I am not gay. Or bisexual, or whatever the hell you think I am." Matt snapped in irritation. What on earth was Near trying to imply? Matt only thought of him as his friend- sure, he was his only friend besides Mello, but nobody would ever be able to surpass Mello in their friendship. Of that, Matt was sure.

"I don't know what sick, twisted ideas you're conjuring up in that brain of yours, but for once, I actually give a damn. And if you even think, for one moment, that I would like someone as big-headed as you, then I'm afraid you're wrong."

Near didn't reply, but his smirk drooped into a frown. "I was only joking, Matt. I apologize if I offended you." Matt's words hurt, not enough to where Near began to question why he was even alive, but enough to make Near wish Matt was gone.

"May I please have my meal?"

Matt nodded stiffly, eyes narrowed.

"Sure." He picked up Near's food, which he had set on the bed. He gave the food to Near, and sat back down on the bed to eat his own meal. "Enjoy."

A/N: So, yeah. Much OOC on Near's part. I think if he had been in that situation, though, he would've peed his pants because he already had to go, and then Matt scared the crap out of him and then kissed him! Even if by accident, that's pretty fast and sudden and surprising!

And the reason as to why he almost started crying? Well, when you pee your pants, it feels absolutely terrible. Especially emotionally. It's embarrassing and for someone like Near, who does things flawlessly, it's like failure to control one of your most basic functions. Yah, silly, I know. And this A/N doesn't have much of my craziness in it, but I'm not in crazy mood… Anyways, review, fave, alert, anything. It's the feedback that makes us work hard :D