It was official. Near absolutely hated the nervous game. It was the worst game ever to be invented in the entire world.

Or at least in Near's eyes. In the two people's eyes, it seemed as though they loved the game.. Either that or loved his misery, which either way sucks for Near.

The 'couple' has made it up to Near's upper leg, not bothering to ask if he was nervous anymore. His eyes never left the floor, and his face remained emotionless, but in the inside, Near was frantically pondering what to do.

Run? He'd never make it passed the door, and even if he did, were would he go? Fight? Together they could take them, and one was drunk. Try to find the paperclip? Roger would never make it in time. Maybe to seem them manipulate his dead body, but...

No, Near would just have to think of this as a game.. A puzzle to solve. Pretend its nothing.. Everything will fall into place. Yes, keep telling yourself that, Near. It'll help so much. Even in his mind, his sarcasm was so heavy it hurt.

"Show an emotion, bitch." The man called "dad" ordered.

Near kept his emotionless face... well emotionless. If he gave them what they wanted so easily, they'd just continue to use him until he was either killed, or found.

Honestly, being killed didn't seem so bad right about now. Ok, maybe that was a bit far-fetched, but it was more probable to happen than being found. Near knew somehow that this wasn't even the beginning of whats going to happen, so why not picture your death? If you don't do as they say, then you'll die quicker. No one wants Near anyway.. Not even Mello.. His crush..

Near didn't realize that the two were still there until there was some pressure added to his.. area. It was unwelcomed more than you can imagine, and Near almost lost his composure.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, keeping a monotone.

He received a slap to the face and was grabbed by his hair. "What the fuck did you say, bitch?"

The mans face was in his, and God, did his breathe stink.

"I said, 'What the hell are you --'" Near stopped when a dirty hand went over his mouth, the rest of his sentence muffled.

"Did I say you could talk, bitch? No, I didn't fucking think so. Now, bitch, your going to have to fucking pay you stupid ass bitch." The man removed his hand and turned around, doing something to his pants.

Near came to a conclusion. This man liked the word 'bitch' and insulting Near. He didn't make much sense either.

The man turned around, exposed from the waist down. Near closed his eyes, not officially rolling to such a way.. yet.

"Open your eyes, bitch."

Near didn't obey, and he felt fingers gently caress his cheek. "Honey, he won't open his eyes." The women said... Near swore he detected fear in her voice.

"I see that. God dammit, I'm not blind! Ah well. He'll just have to suffer longer.. Now open your damn eyes before I do more than your mouth." Near peeked through his eyelid and saw the man sitting in front of him.

More than my mouth? Near pondered the thought before he felt his eyelids forced open and he was looking into the mans eyes... There was anger, and joy in them.

Yay?

No, not yay. Near thought as the man smiled. "Now, bitch, open your mouth, and suck my dick. If you bite my dick, I'm going to chop yours off, understand?"

Near didn't nod, nor open his mouth.

"God damn stubborn bitch!" the man yelled and grabbed Near none to gently by the jaw and forced his mouth open. Near didn't respond as the man shoved his dick into Near's mouth. Near frowned and jerked back, hitting his head on the wall.

Dammit. Near was being orally raped, and it wasn't good at all.

x-x-x-x-x-x

Mello and Roger were sick of each other within the hour.

"God, you suck, Roger! Why haven't you found him yet?!"

"Mello, please, shut up and let me do my job!"

"Your sitting on your ass!"

"Language!"

"Oh to hell with my language! Your just sitting there while Near is missing! Who else am I supposed to compete with? I can't compete with myself, and no one is as good as Near."

"Was that a compliment to Near?"

"Hell no, what gave you that idea? I'm bored as fuck."

"Language. And the fact you said Near was good at competeing with you."

"Only because hes the only one who pretends to study. He probably cheats."

"He does not."

"Prove it."

"If I did it would probably prove your cheating, Mello."

"I do not cheat! Anyway, Near is missing, and I'm not doing anything to help! Help me help Near!" Mello stomped his foot like a kid throwing a tantrum.

"Mello, I'm doing all I can."

"Did you call L?"

"Not yet. He hasn't been missing 24 hours yet."

"By the time 24 hours go buy he could be dead, dipshit!"

"Language, Mello. I won't tell you again. Now, why do you care so much?"

"Because he's my rival. Why else?"

"No reason."

"Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Why you think I care about Near."

"I think no such thing."

"God, your such and annoying prick!" Mello shouted before he walked out and slammed the door as hard as he could. He waslked down towards his room and shut the door. Mello slid down to the floor, and began a mental war.

I only care because I'm bored.

No, you like Near.

I do not, I absolutely hate Near!

Do not!

Do too!

Then why are you about to cry over him?

I am not!

Am too.

Not.

Too.

Why the hell am I arguing with myself?

Because your use to loosing so your resorted to craziness and began to argue with yourself.

I am not use to loosing!

Oh. Really?

Yes. Really.

Uhhuh. Anywho, if -

Did you just say anywho?

No, you did.

Not uh, you did.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

No, I didn't.

Yes, yo - Its not worth it.

Its not. But anyway, if you didn't care about Near, why are you crying?

I'm not crying.. Its.. Allergies.

Is not..

I know.

Mello wiped his face and began to wept.

God, he missed Near.