A/N: I have made plenty of revisions to the first chapter. So, for those of you who have already read it, I'd advise you to read it again.
This chapter will not make sense if you don't.
Anyways, please enjoy.
Chapter 2
"You did WHAT?!" Ross screamed with his arms waving wildly.
Matt and Mello stood with their heads down and fangs biting their already bruised lips. Maybe telling Ross about this little incident was not the best idea. They could have hidden the evidence of their sporadic adventure away from him...
Well. Maybe not Matt's broken arm and Mello's profusely bleeding skull. But eh, you know.
Matt piped up softly as he clutched his aching limb close to his chest.
"We thought that he would be an easy kill. We were just bored Ross. We didn't know that we would-"
"-get our asses handed to us." Mello grumbled.
Ross gripped the bridge of his nose out of irritability. "What on earth happened? You two have been gone for days!"
Matt huffed through his nose. "Shit Ross. Shit happened." The redhead shot a glare at the blonde out of the corner of his eye. "But it was his fault. He couldn't keep his dick in his pants. He wanted a piece of ass before we came back to base."
Mello growled lowly and shot a look at his companion. "What do you mean it was MY fault? You are JUST as guilty and were JUST as horny as I was Matt."
Matt crossed his working arm over his broken one and looked away. "Well you were the main one who wanted to fuck the angel brat." The redhead tried his best to hide his jealousy. "You always dreamed of getting your grubby little hands on him."
Mello's cheeks burned immensely, and his eyes were screaming that they were ready to kill.
"THOSE WORDS NEVER CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH!"
"BUT THEY WERE IMPLIED! YOU WERE LOOKING AT HIM LIKE HE WAS A PIECE OF MEAT, YOU PEDOPHILE!"
"SAYS THE GUY WHO HAD A HARD ON EVEN AFTER HE GOT HIS ASS WHOOPED, YOU FUCKING MASOCHIST!"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABO-"
"SHUT. UP." Ross exclaimed, his teeth gritted in an offset fever that put Mello and Matt back into their places.
The burly man sighed loudly, then walked over to his computer desk and sat down haughtily, his back facing the two nightwalkers.
"...you couldn't have picked members of a clan that are less formidable to mess with?" Ross clenched his teeth even tighter, his jaw quivering at the contrasting tension. He tapped on his computer mouse repetitively, clicking nothing, and staring off into space.
"You idiots just had to mess with our vowed enemies. Enemies that could potentially take us all OUT." He slammed on his computer mouse, breaking it into a bunch of tiny pieces. The man carelessly wiped the mess to the ground, the sound of plastic on carpet very audible in the wavering silence.
Mello was the first to break the silence. "Well, they are everybody's enemies Ross."
Matt nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah. They aren't just ours. And it was hard to distinguish that they were 'oh-so' powerful. Their aura felt weak and-"
A low chuckle stopped him mid-sentence. Matt and Mello swallowed thickly.
"You do realize that this is the third time you both have managed to fuck us over."
A thick, intoxicating silence filled the air, so much that you could almost chew the atmosphere. Neither Matt nor Mello dared to break it.
Suddenly, the man got up sharply and stood in front of the two shaking vampires with piercing eyes.
"I cannot risk the final members of my clan to be in danger because of you two any longer. The first couple of times that you almost managed to get us all killed were not nearly as serious as this. You messed with Near, a vampire who has more power than all of us combined. And the fact that Beyond was there with him..."
Ross shivered violently. "That son of a bitch is already crazy as it is. When he regains his strength, there is no question that he will come and finish his kill."
He sneered, showing off his sharp canines. "Or kills, I should say."
The burly man then crossed his arms behind his back. "So, for the safety of my clan and for the future of us all, you two will no longer be a part of this family."
Matt's eyes shot open. This was not happening. This was NOT happening.
"B-But where will we go Ross?!" He cried in a pleading fashion. "Nobody wants to take us in! Y-You were the only one who was willing!"
Mello put his hand on Matt's shoulder to try and calm him down, already accepting defeat, but the redhead shook off the gesture and continued fighting.
"Come on! One more shot Ross, please!" Tears sprung to the boy's eyes.
His voice suddenly went down to a cold whisper.
"Y-You know that we will die out there on our own Ross." More tears began to roll down Matt's face. "V-Vampires can't live without clans, you fucking know that."
After a couple minutes, Ross let out a heavy sigh, and then looked down at the two vampires.
"Get your stuff, and get out."
Near sauntered side to side as he gazed up at the morning sky, pondering things not of importance.
He was suppose to be studying for his classes, but the purpled and orange hued sky seemed to call him forth like a trance.
Just like that blonde's blue eyes.
Near groaned loudly. Oh, not again...
It has been a few hours since the incident.
The incident that made the young boy a little uneasy whenever he thought back to it.
It wasn't the fact that he almost got tormented by the two conniving vampires, nor that he spoke to somebody outside of the clan.
It wasn't even that it took almost three hours for him to find his way back home.
No, it was the fact that he found the one named Mello extremely attractive.
Sure, he had the antics of a molester during his bloodthirsty fever, but after he got thrown to the curb by Beyond, he seemed to fall back into this fugue state that seemed more kind than threatening to Near.
His beautiful blue eyes were humble, yet so entrancing. The sharp features of his face resembled that of a male model, and Near couldn't seem to forget that boy's smile either. The one that set off a spark that shot through Near's body...
The small boy could feel his cheeks heat up immensely. He never felt like this towards anybody. This feeling is foreign, almost sickening.
Near scoffed at himself.
"What is wrong with me?" He sighed. He wasn't use to these emotions. He didn't like them at all.
The boy looked down at his hands as if they had the answer, then after getting no reply, the boy shook his head and stood up swiftly.
Maybe some music will get him out of this stupid state.
Near padded his socked feet across the marble floor of his room, past the giant vanity bed and towering shelves of endless upon endless amounts of books.
And yet, Near has read every last one of them.
Because here at base, there was no TV, or phones, or electronics of any kind, so there was not much else for him to do. Such technology was prohibited.
Why, you ask? Well, because in the Macabre Family, there was no tolerance for the corruption of one's mind. The Macabre Family was full of scholars, leaders, highly intelligent artists, killers, and fiends. Education was everything. There was no room for fun. Only studying and learning, learning and studying...
And Near didn't mind that one bit. Not like he's ever been exposed to anything else, so he couldn't necessarily compare his life to that of a 'normal' vampire, but he was quite comfortable with it. He actually looked forward to learning new things and strengthening his power.
His favorite thing to do the most though, was playing his piano.
Once reaching the white porcelain instrument, the snowy-haired boy sat himself down on the white plush seat. He placed his feet correctly on the pedals, then dabbled a melodic chord to warm up his phalanges.
After he felt that he was ready, Near closed his eyes and began playing Piano Sonata No. 1 in F minor, by Ludwig Van Beethoven.
His favorite.
The music vibrated ominously in the large marble room. It seemed as though the melodic sound painted Near's white furniture, walls, ceiling and floor a wash of color. You could get lost in the sound, and that's exactly what Near wanted.
His fingers flew across the piano effortlessly, his mind elsewhere, lost in the realm of sound.
He didn't need worldly technology to help him escape. All he needed was this, and only this. All of his worries and stress were practically leaving his soul. He felt so light and airy, like he could fly away.
Well. He could, but that's not the point.
After his song was dying down to the ending chords, the boy lowered his head as if giving grace to the song's diminishing presence.
He was coming down from his high, and it was always panging to come back to reality.
After playing the final key, a slow clap snapped Near out of his daze.
"That was good." A monotone voice muttered. "You were a little sharp, however."
Near gulped.
"S-Sorry L." He practically squeaked. It was very rare for L to come out of his study room, nevertheless to come see Near. The disheveled-haired man stood at the large doorway, wearing his signature black slacks, white-collared shirt and loosened tie. His feet were always bare, and Near came to the conclusion that it helped L better grip the ground when he walked. (The floors were always polished to a T, causing some minor accidents.)
It was quiet for a brief moment, and then the tall, leering man walked casually towards the wide-eyed boy. Near felt like his still heart was beating again.
"I heard what happened." L finally said as he seated himself besides Near.
"Oh..." The young boy lowered his head in shame. Of course he did. Everybody somehow knew.
He was not suppose to be out that night, nevertheless with Beyond. Although they were just hungry and were craving a nice hot meal, that would have been no exception if they asked to go hunt for some food. So, they decided to sneak out.
This is strictly against Macabre's Code of Conduct, mind you.
L positioned his hands on the piano's keys daintily, then looked up at the ceiling ponderously before playing a C chord.
"I believe that there is no such tolerance for you and Beyond's actions." He went up several octaves, making Near's ears perk up irritably. L went on, continuing the noise.
"You two better be lucky that you did not run into stronger gentlemen. You two were so weak, you were barely able to fend for yourselves."
Near watched L's stony face, not noticing any emotion hidden behind his words.
"Macabre does not teach dummies, Near. We teach smart individuals, and train them to be the best that they can be-"
L lowered the octave, giving Near's ears a break.
"-so that they can go throughout this world being the greatest. So that one day, they will take my place, ultimately to-"
"-surpass you." Near chimed under his breath. L nodded his head, then ended his chord progression.
"That is right." L exhaled through his nose softly. "And you are my star student. I wouldn't know what I would do if I lost you Near. As for Beyond..."
The man shook his head, then placed his thumb on his bottom lip. "So, to reiterate myself, we do not teach bad influences, and we most certainly do not tolerate leaving the safety of the base to grab a quick meal." The vampire looked down and began dabbling on the B# key with his pinky finger. "You could have risked the safety of the clan, you know. If you ran into somebody that was not from the Ordinances- those hooligans -and instead somebody from a greater hierarchy, then you would have risked our safety."
Near nodded his head sadly.
The raven-haired man shook his own, then relinquished his finger from the key. "This is why we do not travel at night, especially in such a small number like two."
He continued. "I should punish you, so that I know you will not do something this idiotic again."
Near lifted his head up slightly, so that his large, gray eyes met L's black ones. He resembled that of a kicked puppy.
"But?" The boy muttered softly.
L tried his best not to say 'awe'. Instead, he sighed softly and ran his fingers through Near's hair.
"But, I believe that you know well of your faults." L got up easily, then sauntered his way towards the door.
"However, you and Beyond are not allowed out today. Someone will bring your meals up to your rooms. I should not see you in the halls, study rooms, nor combat training facilities."
Near nodded his head in understanding. "Yes sir."
"Alright then." L gave the boy one last look before walking out the door.
"Wait!" Near called to L. The raven man back pedaled to the doorway.
The snowy-haired boy looked down at his fingers, not knowing if this was a question that he should be asking. "You're not going to seek out revenge or anything against the two from last night, right?"
L stood there for a moment, and the boy feared that the answer would be yes.
"Of course not."
Near let out a sigh of relief.
L rolled his eyes at just the thought of the irrelevant clan. "I would never waste my time fooling around with the Ordinances. Such imbeciles." The tall man then walked back to his study, mumbling 'damned hooligans' under his breath.
Near quirked a smile.
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