A/N: Okay, so I've FINALLY put another chapter on. I write them down, but never type them up. Sorry if there are loads of spelling mistakes, y'all know I can't spell to save my life. Oh well, I had my statistics exam this morning – it was so lame it was unbelievable! Now, I'm starting to just talk nonsense. Like usual. Shut up! No! You shut up brain!

Near: For goodness sake, just be quiet! I want to see what happens to me!

Me: OHMIGIDDYGODNESS! I love you Near!

Near: Um, thanks?

Me: Hehe, Disclaimer: I own nothing.

*runs off crying, runs back, grabs Near and runs off again*

Hopefully you will enjoy it! :):) xx

Chapter 2: "You look like him"

Nate was tired, the men in police uniforms kept on asking him questions, all he wanted was for his parents to tuck him into bed and fall asleep peacefully. However, Nate knew that would never happen again – the red eyed man had taken them away from him.

"Hello" a gentle voice said. "My name is Watari, do you mind if I sit and talk to you for a moment?"

Nate looked to the man; he seemed to be in his late forties. Nate merely nodded silently in response.

"I know you have been through a great ordeal and that you need to take time to recover. I came here today to offer you a place at my orphanage; it is for orphaned boys such as yourself, who are extremely gifted."

Nate had not even expressed any indignation to let this man know he was listening to a word he said. He finally glanced up to this man, 'Watari' as he'd called himself.

"Why?" Nate asked "Why are you offering me a place at this 'orphanage'?"

"I have seen you school records, Nate. They are very impressive. I think Wammy's House will be a good place for an intelligent boy like you." Watari answered in a kind tone that reminded Nate of his father. "So will you come?" he asked.

Nate sighed. "Yes, I suppose I have nowhere else to go."

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As Nate stepped into the Black Rolls Royce, he didn't notice that there was another in there with him, until all of the doors were locked.

"Hello Nate" The raven headed man said. Nate jumped so violently when he was the man in the car with him.

"No! Not you! Please!" Nate screamed as he attempted to open one of the doors.

The man looked at the young boy in curiosity.

"The doors are locked, now will you please tell me why you screaming due to my presence?" He asked calmly.

"You..." Nate stopped trying to kick the door open. His voice he thought it's different. He looked into the man's eyes – they were black.

"He..." Nate mumbled to himself before suddenly breaking into tears.

"Shh, It's going to be alright, you are safe now." The man said uncomfortably, trying to reassure the sobbing child.

"I know this must be difficult for you, but we have arrived now and there are a few things I need to say."

Nate wiped the tears from his face and tried to gain some composure.

"Okay" the elder said, taking that as an 'alright-I'm-listening'. "First of all my name is L."

Nate shuddered at the similarities.

"Secondly, this orphanage was created for the sole purpose of finding my successor. Thirdly, you must remember that all of the other boys here are orphans too, so you must be sensitive about how you treat them. Lastly, for protection and secrecy, all of the boys here have a fake name, just a first name. Do you have any preferences?"

Nate shook his head.

"Hmm..." L thought, "How about 'Near', for always near?"

The boy merely shugged.

"alright then, one last thing before you go. I want to ask you why you reacted the way you did when you first saw me."

Nate carefully looked into those black eyes.

"Because L, You look like him."

Nate's face was expressionless as he stepped out of the vintage car.

"Welcome to Wammy's House." Said a voice Nate did not recognise. "You can call me Roger, I run the orphanage."

Near nodded without the slightest hint of any emotion.

"Hey Roger, who's the new kid?"

Nate immediately whirled to where the loud voice had come from.

The boy looked one or two years older than Nate, he had golden blonde hair, was holding a bar or chocolate in his hand and is he wearing leather? Nate wondered. Hovering behind the confident blonde was another boy. He looked only slightly older than Nate. He wore dark jeans and a striped shirt. His hair was mostly red with a hint of orange and he wore brightly coloured goggles.

"Mello, Matt. His name is Near, I trust you to make his new life here comfortable." Said Roger with a voice implying that it was more of an order than a request.

"Sure, whatever." The blonde said.

"Why is he wearing pyjamas?" the redhead asked.

Near thought about saying 'Well, when my parents were killed and I had their blood all over myself, the police said to change my clothes. My white pyjamas were the first thing he found. Do you have a problem with that?' but Nate settled for an icey glare at the boy.

After that day, Nate Rivers became Near, first in line to become L's successor. Mello's hatred for Near grew as the cold emotionless boy beat him at everything. Near wore white pyjamas every day at Wammy's as a memoir to his parents who died so that the red eyed man could say those words to Near. The words that stalked him since the day Nate Rivers became Near.

...So, sorry it's a short chapter. I have already written the next chapter and I just need to find the time to write it up. Hope you liked it. If you did – Please review and if you didn't – then review. I crave knowing what you think. Mental high-fives for everyone who bothered to read it! Should be back soon. Mia x