A/N: Wow! Got home early and began writing almost instantly! I don't like waiting and if I have the time I'll totally write a chapter before bed!

So, anyways, I hope you enjoy, thank you all for the feedback, you are all awesome, and I'll see you all later!

(Light P.O.V)

Our plan was simple, have the boys stay at the hotel until the day of the show in order to keep the attention that they would stay out of the case. During their stay there we'd keep in contact with them through emails and texts. If there were cameras or wiretaps in the rooms, there would be no way for our killer to know what we were really planning. By the day of the show we'd have her in our hands and out of the way. Near, Matt, and Mello all agreed to this and would remain in contact with us every hour so we could make sure they were alright. We'd also get a room for me and L but it wouldn't be used during the night. At night wed leave and prepare at L's manor. The boys stayed so they wouldn't arouse suspicion.

When we'd entered the hotel to get our rooms we met up with Amelia and her family, along with Iona. She had been more than happy to help out Amane with her show after Mello called her but was incredibly disappointed to hear Mello and the others weren't going to be there.

We walked with her to our rooms and we got to knowing more about Amelia and how she became a model and designer.

"Actually," she continued after her long history of modeling, "I got the idea to start modeling clothes after my father started giving me all these rules about nobility and needing to look good around society. I'd always hated the idea of being nobility and wanted to start living my own dreams instead of the ones my father gave me. And, if I hadn't had become a model, I wouldn't have met Elliot. My father was more than happy for my career choice after learning about me marrying up in the noble caste."

Her husband draped his arm over her. "I happen to like your career choice. To hell with what your father thinks."

"That seems a little short-sighted on his part." I commented as I swiped my card to my door.

She shrugged. "I got to do what I wanted, didn't I?"

I shook my head. "You and Mello are so much more alike than he admits."

She giggled slightly as I tossed my bag into the room, along with L's stuff, and the detective and I both hurried to Matt, Near, and Mello's room to check on them.

Amelia seemed put off by this. "Aren't you going to rest in your rooms?"

I turned to her as I began walking backwards. "In a moment. We need to check on the boys first."

"Yes," L agreed, "with two of them being almost killed I think it's more than fair to check on them before doing anything else."

She began following us with Iona quietly and close behind, leaving her husband and kids to their rooms. "I suppose I should follow. Just to make sure Mi… Mello is alright. The last time we met he'd still had a headache, but he insisted on a lunch between us and himself."

"Ah, yes," L looked back to her. "How did that lunch date go? Anything we should know about?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so. Mello just wanted to apologize for his attitude towards us."

"I see," was all the detective said to her before turning back.

I rolled my eyes. "Ignore him. He's just not a social creature."

She giggled again. "Understood."

We made it to the boy's room and found the three of them waiting outside the door. It looked as though Matt trying to find his key-card to open the door so they could get in.

I stopped in front of Mello who was munching on a chocolate bar, trying not to get frustrated with the red head.

"I thought the hotel gave each of you your own cards." I commented.

Mello growled. "They did, but Matt took all three of them, saying he'd give ours to us when we got here."

"I'm working on it!" The gamer exclaimed, digging through his fur vest.

That's when I noticed the cards were right there on his head in the strap of his goggles.

I nudged Mello and gestured to the goggles. He huffed a frustrated sigh, bit down on his chocolate bar to hold it, and snatched the cards from his goggles with a swift grab. The gamer himself looked incredibly embarrassed for making that error.

Matt chuckled nervously. "Erm… sorry?"

Mello just sighed tiredly and handed a card to Near as well as him. "This is why we don't trust you with a Kitten."

"I can take care of one!" He defended. "I just… you know… forget things."

Near unlocked the door and went in, but Mello stayed out with Matt to bicker some more.

"Are you completely forgetting about Sushi the goldfish?" He reminded.

"Sushi was an old fish." He countered. "He was going to die soon anyway."

"And bubbles?" The blonde asked.

"Tank cleaner was faulty."

"Riptide?"

"Jumped out of the bowl."

"Scales?"

"Got sick."

"Gary?"

"Got eaten by Scales."

"Mike Tyson the fourth?"

Matt went silent on this one before admitting, "Yeah, that one I forgot to feed."

Mello pinched his brown in frustration. "Why, after all those fish, would you want a kitten?"

Matt pouted in order to make himself look cute. "Because they remind me of you. You know… fluffy, cute, can tear your head off when they're angry…"

He blonde sighed. "Just get in the room."

Matt grabbed his bag off the ground. "Worth a shot." Then entered the room.

Mello leaned against the wall. "Do you have any Aspirin, Light?"

I chuckled at him. "I'll bring you some later on today."

"Mike Tyson the fourth?" L commented. "Did he have a second and third?"

Mello shook his head. "Nope. Just named the fish that." Another sigh from the blonde. "I will never understand him. Even if I try, I think my head might actually explode."

I patted him on the shoulder. "You'll be alright. If I can survive L, you can survive Matt."

"You're so nice, Light." L commented. "An incredibly loving husband you make."

I scoffed. "No rings, remember?" I reminded him.

Now he scoffed at me. "I can easily take you to the jewelry store and get you one if you wanted. I'll have them both in twenty-four carat white gold with our names written in them. Just say the word."

"You'd only do that so people would stop flirting with me while I'm on the runway."

"That may be. But at least they'd know that you're collared."

I hummed. "Well, twenty-four carat white gold does sound intriguing."

"Could he afford it, is the question." Mello muttered to himself.

L shook his head as he began to walk back to our rooms, muttering, "It's like none of you know me at all!"

I looked back to the blonde. "Aw, now you've gone and hurt his feelings."

Mello just bit off some of his bar. "What feelings?"

I gave him a smack upside the head for that one, making him giggle. I then noticed a slight smudge of chocolate on his cheek and decided to do the right thing…

And embarrass the living hell out of him.

I smirked. "Mello, come here."

He got on the defensive now. "Why?"

I licked my thumb, "Because you have a smudge on your cheek."

He didn't have to be told anything more.

He tried to make a break for it but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into a headlock. Once I knew he wasn't going anywhere, I licked my thumb again and began wiping his cheek, laughing at how disgusted he was. It was something he'd hated ever since he was a child, but I couldn't help but feel amused by his reactions.

"EW! LIGHT, STOP! I'M SERIOUS, STOP IT! THIS IS DISGUSTING!"

"Almost got it!" I lied. "Just stay still…"

"YOU'RE INCREDIBLY GROSS!"

I finally let him go and he furiously wiped his cheek of saliva while I continued laughing.

When he stopped wiping his cheek, he looked at me vengefully. "Why do you hate me!?"

My laughter subsided to a giggle as I answered. "I don't hate you, Mello. You know that."

When he began sulking I pulled him into a hug to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Mello. I know you don't like that, but your reactions are too funny for me to pass up some days. I still love you, and I'll try not to do it anymore."

He still pouted a bit but hugged me back, cuddling under my chin. "I love you too, Light."

I patted his back then let him go. "Off with you now! Enjoy your hotel room!" I turned away to walk back where L had gone. "Just don't wake up Near if you and Matt do anything."

"No promises." He called back before entering the hotel room and shutting the door, me rolling my eyes in response.

On the way back to my room, Amelia made herself known once more. In actuality, I'd forgotten she was there at all. I was too focussed on making sure my boys were alright… and harassing Mello.

What she said surprised me though.

"I am incredibly jealous of you, Light Yagami."

I looked at her with surprise. "Oh? What do mean? What could you possibly be jealous of?"

She gestured back towards the boy's room. "Your relationship with those boys in amazing. You treat my son as if he were your own. I honestly believe that him running away from us was a good thing now that I see where he ended up. Lord knows I wasn't a good enough mother to him."

"Lady Amelia," Iona started up, "please don't say such things! You're a wonderful mother and you shouldn't believe otherwise!"

"Iona, I'm a good mother to Emily and Arden, but I was unfair to Mihael when he was a child. When he needed me most I abandoned him. When he was treated like a sex slave and needed his family beside him, I turned my head because I didn't want to believe any of that happened to him."

She looked at me now. "But Light, even when you knew about what happened to him, you didn't turn your head from him. And Matt and Nears past couldn't have been any easier than his. So… how do you do it? How do you look at them and not feel… disgusted?"

I really didn't know what to say to her. She openly admitted to being disgusted by what Mello had gone through, but didn't know how to get passed it in order to have a healthy relationship with her son.

"Well," I began, thinking of the correct words to use. "I suppose… I didn't feel disgust with them because it's what happened to them. But rather, I felt disgust by who's caused it to happen. They were kids, and they needed love and support. Should I have denied them that because of where they came from or what's happened to them?"

"But how do you ignore what's happened to them?" She reiterated. "How do you look at them and not see the things that were done to them?"

This I knew how to answer.

"Because I can't see where they came from. I mean, Matt came from a poverty ridden home in Russia, but when I look into his eyes I see a man whose talents and dreams reach for the stars, and his smile lights up the room in one fell swoop. Near came from an unloving home in New York, but when he's playing with his toys and building structures of different materials, it's like I can read the stories behind his eyes and go along for the ride with him." I looked her in the eye when I got to Mello. "Mello came from money and power but wasn't given freedom or attention, but what I see is a determined young man with a fire in his eye that can't be matched by any others.

"In a sense, the past is in the past. And I have to help them with their futures so they won't relive their pasts. I don't see the past, because I see what they have, and will, become."

We got to our rooms, hers a few doors down the hall from us, and I swiped my card. The moment the door opened, I turned back to look at her before entering.

"Amelia, I now you love your son. And if you love someone, then their past should mean nothing to you anymore. Mello has just come out of his shell for you," I walked into the room and just before I closed the door… "I suggest you do the same."

The last thing I saw was her morose face before shutting the door quietly behind me.