A/N: Sorry it took so long! Enjoy!

Chapter 9

"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings. These are a few of my favorite things"

Near's faint voice echoed around his prison as he sang quietly, desperate to hear something other than the sound of his own heartbeat or the occasional drop of water from the even darker corners of his hell. Darker corners that could have been a mile away, hiding things scarier than he already knew. The darkness in this room was an infinity, with no end in sight no matter how widely he opened his doe-like eyes.

"Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels. Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles. Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings. These are a few of my favorite things"

He didn't even know how he remembered this song. The faint memory attached to it was of L singing it to him when he was little, hoping to get him to turn off his constantly working mind and go to sleep. The small child who he once was could never have imagined this happening to him in a million years, and after so many hours of solitude in this condition he wondered if he was even still alive.

He couldn't feel anything anymore. His limbs had long gone numb and were probably cold and lifeless due to lack of circulation, the hunger that clenched his stomach had disappeared for the time being and even the fear was nothing compared to what it was earlier, transforming into an overwhelming feeling of despair and anxiousness rather than the primal form it had been in once he first woke up here. In fact the only way he knew he was still alive was with the overwhelming urge to use the bathroom, an urge he had been suppressing for the past 12 hours or so. He would hold it as long as he had to save whatever dignity he had left. The singing helped keep his mind off it and his bladder calm.

"When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad"

Near's heart leaped to life as he heard a loud metallic sound behind him. He heard a door swing wide open, however not allowing any light to cross it's path. The shuffling of feet behind him sent a shiver up his spine, and eventually they drew closer. Near could tell the man was standing right next to him.

"I have to pee." Near stated plainly. He could hear the man snicker in response.

"I figured as much. You've been here for quite some time now."

"Aren't you gong to untie me so I can use the bathroom?"

"No. You're going to do it right here."

"And I suppose you came here to watch?!" Near said angrily, not at all wanting to urinate all over himself.

Near suddenly felt something cold and metal on his thighs. Best he could figure is that it was a pan of some kind. A humiliating gesture to say the least. What caught him really by surprise was the hand touching his genitals, holding it between two fingers. His body jolted in surprise, all of the numbness in his previously motionless arms and legs suddenly returning to their painful glory.

"What are you doing?!" Near asked nervously.

"Well being that you can't aim nor see I'm offering my help you selfish little shit. Now go."

Near tried but he couldn't. He tried to relax and just let it flow out of him but it simply wouldn't happen. Not even a single drop. His bladder felt like it was about to burst and his nerves were wound tighter than a drum, but what disturbed him the most was the involuntary reaction his body had to the man's touch. He felt his face get hot as he felt his organ grow in the man's hands. He was disgusted with himself, especially since he knew his kidnapper was enjoying every second that he grew in inches.

Eventually however his amusement faded, and he released Near and dropped the pan on the floor with a loud clatter.

"Fine. You don't want to go? Then don't. You unappreciative...."

"Wait. Just let me try again. I'll go this time I promise." Near begged, feeling more humiliated than he thought possible.

The pan was placed at his lap, and his organ was held in between the man's fingers once again. Near bit his lip and concentrated with all his might, and eventually the first few drops hit the pan. He was able to relax a little more and continue on with a weak, but steady stream. Near whimpered at the painful pleasure of relief. It seemed to go on forever, and he was worried that the pan would be taken from him before his was finished or that it would overflow, but the man waited until the last few drops flowed from Near and then lewdly shook it before letting go and taking the pan away.

Near breathed heavily in relief, feeling considerably better. He considered playing this man's sick game for a moment, hoping that it would help him in the near future.

"Thank you for letting me pee." Near said pathetically. The shuffling of feet started to move away from Near again. He was leaving, "Wait! Please! Why am I here?"

The man paused for a moment before shuffling back to Near once again.

"I just did you a favor and now you want more from me? You're going to have to do something first and then I'll decide if I'm ready to tell you why you're being punished. Now open your mouth."

Near hesitated for a moment but then opened his mouth as he was told, desperately hoping he would be receiving food. However, somehow he knew that was what he was unlikely to get. Near tried to shut his mouth and throw his head backwards as he felt it pass his lips, but a sharp pull to his hair quickly stopped any form of resistance. The kidnapper's penis was fully in Near's mouth now and was growing harder by the nanosecond. Panic raced through Near's mind as the man trust repeatedly into his mouth, all the while firmly grasping a handful of Near's snowy hair. So many fleeting thoughts hit him all at once and seemed to cancel each other out. Near was too busy trying to figure out what to do and instinctively trying not to gag that he didn't consider what the end result was going to be.

The man groaned loudly as he came inside Near's mouth, thrusting himself deep enough to reach Near's tonsils. Near gagged hard, not wanting to swallow a single drop of him. He coughed and spit as the man slipped his spent penis out of Near's mouth, some of his seed dribbling down Near's chin and down his chest and the rest landing on his thighs. The man laughed sadistically as Near dry-heaved as nothing was in his stomach but a small amount of saliva. Bile burned the back of Near's throat as he took deep shuddering breaths to try and regain his composure. Tears fell down his cheeks as he was lewdly slapped in the face by his attackers half-flaccid penis in a final act of indignity. He wished he would die right there on the spot. Surely death had to be better than what he was going through now, and was likely to have to endure in the future.

"Please.... What do you want from me!??" Near screamed. The voice didn't even sound like his own anymore.

Wordlessly, the shuffling of feet started moving away from him again, followed by the metallic sounds of the door and then once again he was left to the haunting, deafening silence, now feeling dirty and soiled with the liquid evidence of what had just happened all over him.

Matt sat back on the sofa in Roger's office massaging his temples, trying to suppress a lingering headache that had been haunting him for days, brought on by sleepless nights, and hours of sporadic crying. He must have taken nearly a fistful of aspirin earlier and for the first time he was able to think somewhat clearly.

"Roger, where are the case files from the Kira case?" Matt asked.

"They've been in an archive in Japan but with some cooperation from the Japanese government I was able to convince them to send them via overnight freight. I'm hoping there will be something there that will help us with this case."

"Stop talking about this as if it's just another case! This is Near!" Matt shouted.

These days Matt was often quite irritable and would sometimes snap for seemingly no reason. Roger paused for a moment to give Matt an opportunity to calm down before replying.

"Matt. You need to think of this as just another case, otherwise you wont be effective in solving it. Emotional attachment does nothing but cloud the mind and make things that should be plain as day utterly confusing. I know it's hard..."

"Yes Roger, I know all of this. You've explained this to me already."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Roger walked across the room and answered it, and on the other side was a courier with a stack of boxes behind him. Roger signed for them and motioned for Matt to come.

"Our case files are here. Come and help me get them inside the office."

Matt was surprised to see that there were 10 full boxes of files, which probably amounted to over 10,000 pieces of paper. This was going to be a very long night. He just hoped that they were organized in some type of logical fashion. Knowing Near, they probably were.

The mountain of paper was overwhelming. Both Roger and Matt didn't leave the office for 2 days, occasionally taking involuntary naps when their eyes were too tired to see. Matt, being the younger of the two was able to stay awake for longer though and Roger decided to go into the next room for some good solid rest. Matt didn't want to sleep yet though. There was one conclusion that was haunting him for a while, and he just wanted to gather enough information before he acted.

He picked up the phone on Roger's desk and started to dial. He didn't notice Roger standing at the doorway watching him.

"Matt what are you doing?"

"Roger, has it ever occurred to you that the only person with the motive to do this is.... Hai Konbanwa. Eiga o hanasemasu ka? Iie? Dare ka onegaishimasu? Arigato, moteru yo. "

"Matt who are you calling?" Roger asked.

"Roger the only conclusion that I've come to is... Hi yes, do you speak English? Oh thank god. I'm calling from America from a private investigation team. I need to find out information about a prisoner there named Mikami. Yes I'll hold."

"Matt..."

"This is it Roger, this is the key. This is the only logical explanation. I cant believe you didn't realize this already....Yes I'm still here. What did you find?......WHAT?! Dead?!!! When?!! Suicide??? No that's all. Thanks for your time." Matt hung up the phone and clenched his fists, his palms digging into his nails. He took several deep breaths as he tried to control his anger.

"I could have told you that." Roger said.

"Fuck!!!!!!" Matt shouted as he kicked boxes, threw papers, and punched the surface of Roger's desk.

"Matt calm down! All you're doing is making a mess!"

"I thought I had it. I thought I found something that could put an end to this nightmare. If not Mikami then who? Who did this?!"

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Matt cried, barely able to get his words out. He collapsed to the ground sitting with his legs splayed outwards amongst a pile of paper and other debris he threw around. He cried pathetically until there was no more energy left in him and fell asleep in that position.