Hello! This is my worst (and shortest) one-shot ever. I apologize for that and for it's so scatter-minded to read. I'm typing on a laptop with one hand my nephew asleep on me and me in pain so I already figured it was going to be crap. I'm so sorry and I promise to write a sequel to it but first I'm going to catch up on other one-shots. I also haven't the slightest why it isn't breaking properly. Sorry. D: Until then baibai.
It's been three years since the success of Nate River cornering Light Yagmai as Kira. Kira, the world renowned mass murderer of criminals and supposed criminals since 2003. The man who ruled over the world for six years by fear. Kira was a sickening man, and Light Yagmai's mother and sister never knew the Light Yagmai after seventeen years of age. Nate shook his head in disappointment. When he had went to talk to the remaining Yagmai family they both seemed to think that Kira killed Light, which in all reality was the truth. The power of the Death Note created Kira – or "killer" according to the Japanese – and the power over took the bright young man who could have become the real successor of L. He was a worthy opponent but when Nate had cornered him and proved his guilt, it became obvious that he wasn't worthy of being called a possible successor and that the power had over taken him to such an extremity that there had been nothing left to do to pull him out of his own drunken state of power. It was a shame to see such bright men get so engulfed in power, but nothing of the sort mattered to Nate right now.
Right now the only thing that mattered to him was the young woman sitting in front of him in a leather computer chair. Another criminal, similar to Kira's power, had arisen and Nate had no choice but to take the case. True, he wanted to continue as the original L had and only take cases that interested him – and he had very little interest in the second Kira case – but this woman had begged him to take it and he couldn't deny her. Especially as how the criminal had killed her last remaining relative. The successor of Kira had killed her grandmother, a woman she had only discovered recently. It hurt Moon a great deal but she had yet to show any form of weakness about it. It worried Nate a bit which was why he had chosen to take the case. For her. Although he couldn't put his finger on why she was so important to him exactly, but he knew he would realize it soon enough.
Near was twenty-two and Moon was only eighteen but she was an exquisite beauty for nineteen. Moon was about five foot one and she had mid-back length dark hair with big blue-green eyes. There was a constant debate about the color of her hair because it was brown, but it was so dark it looked like black dye. Moon had learned to not let it bother her when people asked her about its color. Sighing, Moon stood up to full height as she looked down at Near. He was still playing with his dolls, although his baby like features finally chiseled themselves out. He still had the same general appearance but he looked more mature, more defined in a way.
Despite the three year difference Near and Moon had been friends all their lives, but Nate didn't have a clue as to what her name was. In all his research, annals looking he couldn't even find a hint to what her name would be and sometimes he wondered if she knew what her own name was. He looked up from underneath his shocked white hair and up at the beautiful woman before him. He couldn't help but stare at her as she sat up straight in her chair.
It had become a staring contest between the two, only inconspicuous. They were both staring at each other but neither of them noticed the other returning the stare. Neither of them recognized the feeling that made their hearts race just by the one little glance. They both feared it. They feared it because they didn't know what it was – because they couldn't explain it. Soon, however, soon they would be able to stop fearing it but embrace it. They would never understand it and no one will ever be able to explain it but they will learn to accept it.
A few thoughts ran through Near's mind as he tried to put a name to this feeling. He had heard about it from so many stories as a child, but what was its name. Everything had a name and he was the world's greatest detective, yet he couldn't put a simple name to a simple feeling. What was it? He asked himself. What is this called? What is it, what is it, what is it, what is it? He tried many theories in his mind but none of them made sense, he found a flaw in each. It didn't take him too long, however, to finally figure out its name. "Love." He whispered.
"What Near?" Moon asked.
Near jumped in shock and looked up at Moon. He suddenly stood up and looked at her. "Love." He repeated.
"What about it?" She asked, standing up also.
"That's what it's called. That's what could be the downfall?"
"The downfall of what?" She asked, a little concerned. Normally Near made sense but now…he was just speaking. His words weren't connecting.
"It could be the down fall!" He exclaimed. "I can't let it. You have to leave."
"What?! Why?!" Moon couldn't believe it. Near was just kicking her out after all they've been through without a reason to boot! It wasn't fair. "Near," she stated calmly, trying to be optimistic about the situation. "You aren't thinking rationally, sleep on it first! Please."
Near violently shook his head. "No! Don't leave! I-I love you." He whispered.
Moon just gaped at him in shock.