*A/N*
Introducing some Near/Mello in this story.
Song of the chapter - "Let Me Be Your Wings - Thumbelina Soundtrack"
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Light glanced down at the still warm body on the floor. It had been a few hours since the attack, and they still hadn't bothered with the carcass that lay stretched out on the wooden panelling.
Near's voice cut through Light's concentration, and he turned his head to look at the two men situated across from him.
"We brought gifts…" Mello said and held up the small gift bag near his feet, biting a large bar of chocolate as he spoke. Near nodded in agreement and hesitantly smiled as L walked back into the room.
Even though it was hard to notice, L seemed paler under the harsh beam of the ceiling light, and he also seemed unsteady on his feet.
As he reached the seating area, he nodded at the men and sat down next to Light, draping his legs across Light's lap.
"Sorry" L blushed and looked over at the two men, "What do we owe this pleasure?" L said softly at looked at the gift bag at Mello's feet. Near glanced at the swell under L's jumper .
"Presents. Initially. We haven't properly offered our congratulations about the child. Then" Near nodded at the body, "We noticed this girl come into your building" Near glanced at Mello, "which seemed suspicious as we had no notice that you had any new neighbours, and we took a slight… detour".
L raised himself up slightly and nodded, looking at Light, whose face showed confusion, "Near keeps checks on us… Just in case" L laughed gently at the horror that covered the confusion on Light's face.
"Purely business Light-kun, we leave the job of being a pervert to L over here" Mello grinned and chucked the gift over to L.
L caught it and slowly edged the tissue wrapped presents out of gift bag. Light smiled at L, enjoying the bewildered look that L was showing.
"Yes, so we followed the girl, she seemed twitchy in her movements. Luckily she never caught onto us stalking her, that would have been awkward" Near grinned at Light and reached out to tuck a loose strand of Mello's hair behind of his ear, causing his significant other to blush slightly
Since Light and L had become a couple, it didn't take Near too long to show his true affection for Mello, and those two now seemed to be inseparable.
"We hung back a bit though, sorry. If we knew she was coming to see you we would have… eliminated her sooner" Mello murmured through the chocolate, and looked up at Light apologetically.
Light shrugged and glanced at L, who was still engrossed in unsealing the first present from its wrapping paper.
"No big deal, at least we didn't get hurt" Light replied and teased his hand across L's stomach, earning a hard kick from the baby. L twitched slightly at the kick and slowly pulled the first present out from the packaging.
Light gasped as he looked down at the small babygro that fell out of the wrapping. It was a plain white babygro with large bold writing on the front in elegant script. L plucked the small piece of clothing out of Light's hands and held it up.
"Near…. Mello…. Why does it say 'I am Kira' on the front of it?" L whispered and flicked the lettering with his finger.
Mello glanced at L and grinned widely, reaching out to break some more chocolate off.
"Its stupid we know, but its funny" Near protested and looked at Mello for reassurance. Light suppressed a laugh as he watched L traces his fingers over the letters. It is sort of funny, but in this situation it couldn't be a worse time, Light thought as he watched L lay the babygro on his lap.
"Near.. Mello.. There is a 100% that our baby will not wear this" L said softly as he peered inside the babygro. Mello frowned and sat back, looking at L in surprise.
"Why not? I think its cute!" Mello pouted angrily and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Near mirrored him, both gazing at L in annoyance.
"I agree, it is a cute offer. But you see my friends, this isn't a babygro.. You accidentally bought some dog clothes" L laughed and held up the label that was sewed into the inside of the fabric;
Pets 4 U - Chihuahua - Size Small.
