A/N: And here we have it (drum roll) Matt, Mello and Nears introductions. I'm not sure how old they really are in this part of Death Note, but can we pretend Matt and Mello are about 15? Just to make their actions slightly less illegal and wrong? Yeah? Good^^

Disclaimer: Do people even read these? -.-''

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"Well come on, open it," Light sighed in annoyance, staring at the detective. Watari had a few arends to run (though Light couldn't figure out what the man was doing at ten-thirty in the evening... actually, he'd rather not know) and had dropped them outside of the gigantic, expensive looking castle.

Orphanage.

Whatever.

The point was, he had been standing outside for the last ten minutes, watching L stare at the door handle. L looked up, his hair as disheveled as ever and eyes wide as saucepans.

"I am preparing myself mentally, Light-kun."

"You need mental preparation to open a door?"

"I need mental preparation for Mello-kun. He has a tendency to become very... clingy."

"Who is this Mello anyway? You never told me about anyone here!" the teen muttered whilst giving up and opening the door for L. They both stepped in ad were greeted by an enormous corridor.

"Um, wow," Light said, staring in awe at the golden statues lining the fancy walls.

"Indeed."

They stood silently in the corridor, observing the marvelous decor for a while.

"So, what now?" the brunet finally asked, feeling slightly intimidated by his new surrounding.

"Now," L said, leaving a pause that was supposed to be dramatic, but ended up being slightly awkward, "we find the others."

"Others?"

"Come along this way, Light-kun!"

The sudden yank of the chain threw Light of course. He stumbled forward in a attempt to regain his balance, but the damage had already been done. Flailing his arms helplessly, he flew headfirst into one of the statues, crushing it into millions of tiny pieces as he fell to the ground.

Ow.... That hurt...a lot.

Silence.

"Light-kun?"

He lay still, the embarrassment and the stinging pain in his face and chest hindering any movement. He heard the sugar-addict draw nearer, but he remained unmoving.

"Is Light-kun injured?"

Did he need to ask? Really? Did he look fine? Did he normaly have tyiny fragments of statue in his skin?

"I don't know..." Light sighed, trailing off. His thoughts suddenly went to the statue he had broken.

Shit! Crap! Fuck! Any possible swareword imaginable!

How was he going to repay something like that?

A pair of hands ghosted over the boys frame, interrupting his musings. He flipped over, laying on his back and watched as a hint of concern flickered in the detectives eyes. It could have been annoyance though... Or a trick of the light... yeah, it was probably just the light.

"Light-kun has successfully managed to slice open his chest and cheek, as well as crushing a statue with an estimated value of sixty-five thousand pounds," L deadpanned.

Light mouth fell open, his heart missing a beat.

Sixty-five thousand? Was he kidding? What was that in yen? He started doing the mental calculations... Oh god... He'd be in debt for years to come!

"Er... ups?" he tried helplessly. He wasn't normally one to play the dumb-card, but drastic actions called for drastic situations! Or was it the other way round...?

"Light-kun need not worry of the statue now, I will figure out a repayment method later. As of now, I think I should attend his wounds before he either bleeds to death or permanently stains the carpet."

Light silently got up from the floor, wincing slightly. This was not going well. L led Light through the house, to what the teen assumed was a kitchen. L pulled out a chair.

"Sit, Light-kun."

Light sat.

"Take off your shirt, Light-kun."

The teen started coughing violently.

"Excuseme?" he managed through breaths. "If that's your attempt of flirting, it's not very discreet, Ryuzaki!"

L remained emotionless. "Light-kun needs to remove his shirt so I can attempt to washs his wounds before he faints of blood-loss. It would be unfortunate and bothersome to call Roger at this hour of the night."

"Roger?"

"Remove your clothing, Light-kun."

The brunet crossed his arms, huffing insults under his breath. Who did he think he was, bossing him around like that, asking him to strip?

… Don't answer that.

Mean while, the teens complaining had caught the attention of one of the orphaneges residences. The pale boy made his way down the stairs. He knew L was arriving today and despite his emotionless appearance, he was thrilled beyond words that L was back.

He paused outside the door.

"Remove your clothing!"

"I don't want to!"

Some struggling was heard.

"I can take my own shirt off!"

"Then why is Light-kun not doing so?"

Something was crushed.

Near decided to intervene before his idol was charged with rape.

"L?" he said, knocking the door, before opening it silently. "I'm not disturbing anything am I?"

Light froze, assessing the scene. He was currently being pressed down against the kitchen counter, L tearing his shirt of. In the doorway stood a kid looking like he was about seven, but eyes looking of someone who had just walked in on two people...

...this did not look good.

"Er..." Light began, but was interrupted by L.

"This," he said. "Is not what it looks like."

The little boy did not look convinced, but entered anyway.

"Greetings, Near-kun," L said, starting to clean the cuts on Lights chest. The teen suddenly came to a realization.

"Hang on, you know him as L?" he said, looking from one dark eyed boy to the other. The resemblance was striking, they both had the same eyes, similar postures and similar features. The teen narrowed his eyes.

"Oh my god! You're his father, aren't you!" Light sprung out of his seat, pointing an accusing finger at L. "And you told me you had only slept with a men! You rotten, rotten liar!"

"Light-kun–"

"I believed in you! Not that I mind... Or I do, but that's not the point."

"Light-kun–"

"How could you not tell me you had a child? You childish, annoying, hot- eh, hell of annoying panda – "

"Light-kun!" the detective finally managed to interrupt, silencing the teen.

"What?"

"Near-kun is not my child."

"Er... oh."

Well that was awkward.

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"So, what now?" Light asked. The last half hour had been really embarrassing. He had been introduced to this 'Near', who had creped the hell out of him. Then he had been fed some weird story about 'Near' being Watari's adopted son (cree-py), making them brothers... sort of...

"Now we find Mello," L sighed.

Light wasn't looking forward to this. From what he could gather about this Mello guy, he seemed very explosive and unpredictable. And in to guy on guy pornos.

...Not that he was one to judge

He followed L up the hallway. Near had already retreated back to his room, saying something about some new Lego that needed hiding before 'that blond woke up'. Leaving Light confused. Again. Why did everyone confuse him now a days?

L stopped, causing Light to slam into the detectives back, sending them both tumbling to the floor.

"Ow!"

"Ouff!"

"Damn it, Ryuzaki! Stop doing that!"

"Light-kun."

"Yes?"

"Please remove yourself from the area surrounding my body."

Light flushed slightly and quickly got off L. Two falls in one day was not setting a good.

"I'm assuming this is the Mello's room," the teen sighed.

"It is," L said and pulled the handle without knocking.

That was not a good idea.

"Oh my god!"

"L!"

"..."

"Argh! My eyes!"

Sprawled across the bed lay what Light assumed was a girl, her blond hair cut in a sleek, blond bob. Sitting on the blond was a guy dressed in nothing but a pair of goggles.

Did Light even need to say that they were both naked, probably engaging in... stuff only a few seconds ago?

Both men stood frozen in the doorway, until the redhead spoke up.

"Um... would you mind closing the door? We'll be about... I'onno, seven minutes? Yeah, that'll do. Come back in seven minutes."

The door slammed shut.

L looked extremely awkward.

Light was three shades darker then a tomato.

This day was not going well....