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Me: *sobs* SORRY FOR THE WAIT FOR THE UPDATE! Gah now I fear I have lost all my precious reviewers and this story will rot in a corner ;__;

Matt: IT'S OK! TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER, MELLO WILL DO A DANCE.

Mello: Say wha?!?

Matt: *plays Hare Hare Yukai*

Me: OOHH I just taught myself this! ^^ *dances*

Mello: *loads gun*

Me and Matt: o.o *runs*

Mello: Ah, yes. Anyway, as far as the disclaimer goes, Misseh doesn't own Death Note or its characters.

Me: BTW, if you want a little really weird fact, I got the idea for this chapter from a dream o.o Except in the end we tested it....*sweats*....yeah I'm such perv o///o

Matt: o.o DUDE, TMI!!!!

Me: GET USED TO IT.

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Act Twelve: Names

Matt sat uncomfortably, keeping his head down at the floor in shame. Both you and Mello stared daggers at him.

"Okay, let me get this straight," you said, placing your hands on your hips. "You saw the same boy that cheated you in Pokemon years ago, and decided to take revenge by making a Chihuahua pee on his head?"

Matt pressed his thumbs together nervously. "Y-Yeah…so?"

"What do you mean 'so'?! You not only made more of an idiot of yourself, if that was possible, but you just totally ruined something…important!" Mello yelled, his face turning red.

"What's more important that revenge?!"

"How about this?" you said, holding the back of your hand towards him.

"A rock?"

"DIAMOND, stupid!"

Matt registered everything for a moment before widening his eyes. "N-No way…Mello, you popped the question? I didn't think you had the balls to do it! AWESOME!" Matt cried, jumping on Mello and giving him a congratulatory bear hug.

"L-Let go….C-Can't breathe…," Mello struggled to spit out.

Matt grinned wide, turning now to you. "Congratulations, sweetheart," he said, kissing you on the cheek.

"Aw, thanks Matt."

Matt put his finger to his chin. "Wait, does this mean I'll be kicked out now?"

"YES!"

"No, Matt, you're just as much family as Mello is. You're staying," you said, giving Mello a warning glance.

Matt grinned happily, pulling out his gameboy again. "So, tell me, how do you plan on celebrating? CAN WE THROW A PAR-"

"No parties, Matt."

Matt sighed, lying down on the floor with his hands behind his head as support. "Aw, you guys are no fun. At least in Wammy's you would let me try throwing a party, but now it's automatic rejection."

You froze automatically at the mention of the old orphanage, an idea forming in your head. "I know how to celebrate! Let's revisit the place where it all started!"

Mello scrunched his nose. "Revisit Wammy's? Why the hell would you want to go back to that shit-hole?"

You grinned wildly, wheels of thought turning. "Are you kidding? Some of my best memories are from there! Besides, I want to see how much it has changed. Poor Roger, I wonder if he's finally lost all his hair from stress."

You ran off to the phone, dialing Near's number. "Maybe Near will help us with means of travel!"

Mello clenched his fists. "Just so you know, I choose where the honeymoon is!"

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Near sat amidst a pile of toys, poking the buttons on his robot. I've always disliked weekends…no cases, no one here…

Near jumped a little in surprise as the phone in his pocket rang. Picking it up with three fingers, he answered.

"This is Near."

"Hey, Near, how's it going?"

"Miss Harmony?" Near asked in a surprised tone.

"Yeah. Why so surprised I called?"

"Well, I just assumed that ever since the snow incident, you would cease speaking to me except for when it was called for at work."

"Don't be stupid, I wouldn't be that immature!"

Near let out a small sigh of relief. "Alright. Was there something you needed?"

"Yes, a plane."

"….Pardon?"

"You heard me, a plane! I want to go revisit Wammy's."

Near paused, still confused by your large request. "What makes you think I'll lend you a plane?"

"Because you'll be coming too! I mean, who else is going to be our financial provider?"

Near sighed. "So now I have lost all value of humanity, and I'm just a tool for transport and money?"

"To be blunt, yes, that's basically what we need you for, but you make it sound so terrible!"

"….The plane will be ready tomorrow at 6 a.m., not a moment later."

"I'll be on time!"

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Matt bounced up and down impatiently in his window seat, grunting every five minutes in dissatisfaction.

"Harmony, are we there yet?" he whined. It took every nerve you had not to tape over his mouth right then and there.

"Matt, I've told you 35 times already in the past hour! No, we are not there yet, so just sit still or I will toss you out of this aircraft."

Matt sighed. "Well, can you get me peanuts? Actually, I think I gotta whiz…Oh wait, never mind. Hey Harmony, can you get me one of those pillow things? Helloooo, Harmony?!"

You rolled your eyes, turning away from the hopelessly bored boy and towards Mello on your other side. You lay your head on his shoulder, but he was rigid, staring heatedly at his most hated rival who sat facing him in front of his seat. Mello thought it a stupid design to make private planes have swivel chairs at the moment.

Near's gaze, however, was fixated on your hand. You noticed his stare and smiled fretfully. "U-Um, yes, Near, I forgot to mention….M-Mello and I are-"

"You needn't explain, I can see," he said, his tone surprisingly comforting. "Congratulations, I am truly happy for the both of you."

You stared blankly as Near smiled shyly. Is he really…?

"Prepare for landing in 10 minutes," the voice of the pilot said on the speaker.

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"W-Wow, it hasn't changed a bit," you said almost breathlessly, staring up at the large building from your childhood.

You, Mello, Near, and Matt made your way to the orphanage entrance, feeling yourself skip along the way.

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"Y-You mean you don't remember?!" you cried, feeling on the verge of tears.

"N-No, please don't cry! I'm sure I remember you," Roger said nervously, silently cursing his fleeting memory. Near looked ready to facepalm, and Mello looked ready to choke the old man.

You sighed, slouching your shoulders depressingly. "I feel so insignificant…."

Roger sighed. "Sorry, dear, I can't really remember you as much as perhaps Near."

Well, obviously. I guess being fourth isn't as much an accomplishment I thought it was, you thought. "…Anyway, Roger, Near and I are here to revisit. Can we walk around? We promise not to interrupt classes."

Roger wiped sweat from his forehead, turning his attention to a mountain of papers on his desk. "Yes, yes. Do as you please, enjoy your time."

You and your group quietly exited his office, slightly dissatisfied. "Um, okay, where to first?"

Matt grinned brightly. "Let's go see me and Mello's old room! Rekindle memories!"

Near twirled his hair, his eyes shining slightly with something as well. "I would like to revisit somewhere as well…"

"Let me guess, the playroom?"

"Yes."

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Near tried to keep composure as he entered his beloved playroom, not having changed terribly. In fact, the only changes were new additions to the toys, and that was a plus, if anything.

Near entered the room, searching for his beloved puzzle, when he discovered something terrible.

He stood over a brown-haired girl, absorbed in solving his puzzle. He winced as she grew frustrated and began forcibly shoving puzzle pieces together when they clearly did not belong. She's going to bend the pieces out of shape like that…

"You're going to break it," Near said in the silence, causing the girl to peer up at him.

"No I'm not! It's mine, so I can do whatever I want with it!"

"That is where you're wrong. That is mine."

"Nuh-uh! This is mine!"

"Incorrect."

"You're too old to be playing with puzzles anyway!"

"Give it to me…"

"What?!"

"Hand me the puzzle before your gorilla hands break it."

"N-No!"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes."

You walked by the playroom on the way to your room and stopped, intrigued by a commotion from within. You sweatdropped when you saw Near bickering with a girl most likely 12 years younger than him over a puzzle.

"God, Near, you're even worse than an eight year old!" you said, trying to hold in a laugh. He only groaned, trying to catch the puzzle pieces the girl threw at him.

Leaving the playroom, you continued your journey down memory lane, towards the familiar Northern wing of Wammy's that housed your humble abode for so many years of your life.

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You knocked subtly on the door only to find it creak open on its own. Wow, no one has lived here even after all this time?

Mello came in quietly after you, peering around the room. "Wow, it's just the same as before." He hugged your waist, tugging you delicately to the bed. It creaked under both your weight as Mello softly pushed you down, kissing you. Warm hands caressed your cheeks as you tangled your hands in his hair.

"Lady, why the hell are you licking the air?!"

Mello quickly rolled off you, landing on the floor and crawling under the bed. Psh, stupid boy gets so panicked, and he's invisible anyway.

You looked up wide-eyed at a boy in tight jeans and a blue hoodie, his angry stare directed right at you. "Well? You high or something?!"

You smiled slightly, trying to ignore the blush that painted your cheeks. "E-Erm, no, I'm not high. I-Is this your room?"

The boy nodded, taking off the hood from his head to reveal a mop of light, wispy blonde hair. His eyes were a shock of light green, and he reminded you so much of…

"Hey, Lady, mind getting out?!" he shouted. You widened your eyes slightly to see tears brimming in his.

"Is something wrong? Did I make you…?"

"S-Shut up!! Get out of my room! I don't want to talk about Where- " The boy immediately slapped his palm over his mouth, realizing he had said too much.

"Where?" you asked, interested. He sighed, deciding the cat was out of the bag. "Where is a girl. She's first at Wammy's, and she always beats me. She makes sure to taunt me with how she beat me, even if just by a few points every day. So, yeah, it's hell."

The boy shoved his hands into his pockets, staring angrily at the carpet. You smiled, tears welling in your own eyes. Acting upon instinct, you grasped the boy and pulled him into a hug.

"Wha-What?!"

"L-Listen here…She may beat you, but that doesn't make you a loser. You could be the best thing in someone else's eyes, and if you let this rivalry overtake you, then it becomes an obsession…" You pulled away from the hug slightly to look in his eyes.

"Promise me you won't do anything drastic, ok?" you said softly, tears now falling freely.

"L-Lady? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong."

"Hey, Barely?" You heard a voice from the doorway and turned to see the same brown-haired girl from the playroom.

"Barely, who's she?" she said, frowning at how you still partially hugged him.

How cute, she's probably jealous. "Hi there, who are you?"

Her eyes narrowed, gaze fixated on your face. "Call me Ever. I'm third around here…" she trailed off. "Aren't you too old to be in Wammy's house?"

You laughed, releasing Barely from your hold. "Yes, I am. I'm just visiting, is all. I'll see you later," you said, winking at the two of them. Just before you left the room, you peeked back to see Ever wrapping her arms around Barely in a comforting hug.

"Aww, how sweet," you said, taking Mello's hand in yours. He squeezed it tightly.

"Why exactly did you just burst out crying? That boy wasn't that ugly."

You smiled, taking in slow breathes. "Of course he wasn't. He just reminded me so much of you…"

Mello smirked. "So that's a reincarnated me? Then that would make Where a reincarnated Near, and Ever a reincarnated Matt….wait, then that means-"

"--reincarnated you and reincarnated Matt love each other! AHAHAHA!!!!" you cried, not bothering to hold in your laughter. Mello only groaned as the both of you walked back to Roger's office.

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"Matt, get your hands out of there!" you said in a harsh whisper, tugging at his striped shirt. Matt was up to his elbows in Roger's old files, searching for something desperately.

"Wait, I just want to see if he still kept—here it is!" Matt cried, holding up a file like it was sent from heaven above.

"What is it?"

"This is my old file from Wammy's, with all my secret personal information. You know, like-"

"Like your real name?" you interrupted, now greatly interested. You reached up and snatched the file away from him.

"Hey! That's my business!"

"Alias: Matt," you read from the file. "Real Name…….Mail Jeevas?"

You had never laughed so hard in your life.

"BWAHHAAHAHA!!!! M-Mail Jeevas?! What, where your parents a band of butlers who drove UPS trucks?"

"Sh-Shut up! It's not that funny!"

"This is fucking hilarious! Oh, excuse me, but I think the Mattman left some Matt in the Mattbox."

"You're terrible."

You wiped tears from the corners of your eyes and lashed out at the desk drawer that contained the files. "What about Near and Mello? What's their names?!"

You snatched up a file that had Near's name on it and began reading. "Alias: Near, Name:….Nate Rivers?"

Silence.

"T-That's so…so sickeningly normal."

"OH COME ON, I'm the only one who gets laughed at?!"

You smiled again, reaching towards the cabinet when Mello slammed it closed. "Hey, I still don't know your name!"

Mello shook his head, smirking. "When the time is right, you'll know it."

You pouted and smacked him lightly, unhappy you still didn't know your beloved's name. "How can I marry you after I bring you back if I don't even know your name?"

Matt smirked. "I know his name, and trust me, Mello is a lot easier to moan out during sex than his real name is."

"MATT, YOU PERV!"

You quickly shut up as Roger reentered the room, with Near and Ever in tow.

"What happened?"

"Apparently, there was an all-out Toy War in the playroom…I think you should both leave now."

"…..Right."

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You sighed, laying down in the bed and snuggling under the covers. After a long but pleasant trip, you were happy to be back home.

Mello slipped into the room silently, going under the covers next to you and holding you in his arms. "I guess it was nice to revisit Wammy's…brought back a lot of memories. Plus, I got to see Near get scolded by Roger on 'playroom ethics'. Priceless."

"Mhmm."

"Hey, are you upset or something?"

"Mhmm."

"Why the hell are you?!"

"Mhmm."

"You're not listening, are you?"

"Mhmm."

Mello smiled a bit before kissing your cheek lightly and turning over to sleep.

"M-Mihael."

"What was that?"

"My name…it's Mihael Keehl."

"It's a nice name…I like it."

Mello smiled, turning around again to hold you. After a few moments of blissful silence, you spoke up.

"Hey, want to know something?"

"What?"

"….I think Matt might be right."

"That's nice."

Silence.

"….Care to test it?"

"Pervert."