I've decided to try and move my plot out of AU. This is set roughly 2 months after the previous chapter. ENJOY!
Near's POV
A man's scream echoed through the house, Mihael was the first to hear it and ran from our bedroom, as he opened the door I heard it too. We ran down the hallway and into the kitchen where we were greeted by a horrific sight. My aunty was lying limp on the floor and Adrik was beside her, gripping his stomach. There was blood all over the room and he was screaming something to Mihael and I but I couldn't hear him, in fact I couldn't even move. I just stood there for what felt like forever, not moving or breathing and just staring. I was awoken from my daze by Mihael violently pulling on the back of my shirt in an effort to get me out of the room. "Mihael." I whispered as I looked up at the attacker, a man with a black trench coat and red eyes. B looked at me and laughed, I felt like throwing up, this was my fault.
"What? You did think my assistance was free did you? It's their time anyway."
I sucked in a sharp breath as I opened my eyes, I glanced over at Mihael who was giving me a worried look. "You alright?" He asked as he ran his fingers threw my hair reassuringly, I nodded and looked out the window. The car was nearing a large open gate; after it passed through the gate I could see children playing, a little girl who had just been playing with a skipping rope approached the car and smiled at me through the window, I just stared blankly back at her.
Quillish came around to the side of the car and opened the door. "Welcome to Wammy's house!" Squeaked out the brunette girl, I regarded her with a brief 'thank you' as I exited the vehicle then stood beside it and waited for my step brother/boyfriend to join me. As Mihael climbed out of the car the girl's eyes widened and she began to blush. "U-um good morning, m-my names, uh," She was interrupted by another old man clearing his throat, he then turned from his place in front of the stairs and bellow the door and started to ascend back up them, Johnny's brother gestured for us to follow. Mihael didn't even spare the blushing girl a glance as we walked past her and into the mansion.
We looked around as we wondered up the stairs and down the winding halls of our new home; I wandered to myself how many children live and had lived in this building. We reached the end of the hall where a polished wooden door stood and the man that we were following opened it and invited us to step inside. "Make yourselves comfortable." He told us, gesturing to two wooden chairs stationed in front of a desk staked full with papers and books. The office floors carpet was a cream colour with a large crimson rug covering the large empty carpet space between the door and the desk, the walls were covered with full book shelves that were made of the same type of wood as the desk and the chairs. All in all it was a rather stylish and elegant room.
The old man sat down at the desk. "So, Nate River and Mihael Keehl, welcome to Wammy's house. My name is Roger, I'm this orphanages' current supervisor." Roger went on to explain about L, succession and the need for an alias, as he spoke Mihael began to look increasingly enthusiastic and optimistic about the situation. "Watari picked these out for you." Roger slid two pieces of paper across the desk; I picked up the one in front of me. It contained my name, birthday and year of birth, my resent school photo and under alias, Near. My beau examined his too, but he didn't look at all happy about what it said.
"Why 'Mello'?" Mihael asked the supervisor glumly, he never liked it when Matt called him that, so there's no doubt that he didn't want everyone else calling him by that either. Roger smiled kindly at him.
"He wanted to choose something that neither of you would forget."
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As soon as the door was closed Mello grinned widely at me, "Can you believe this! We're L's successors!" Mello almost yelled, it nearly seemed as though he were happy about his father death, although I knew that wasn't the case it still irritated me how happy 'Mello' was. As we walked I looked over the time table that Roger had given us, trusting Mello to stop me when we reached our room, Roger had told us that it was straight down this hall. I felt Mello's hand rap around my waist, his hands were sweaty and I could tell that he had been nervous earlier. He stopped us in front of a door and pulled out his key to open it, "Hey, I wonder what Matt's up to, we haven't seen him since the funeral." Mello said as we walked into the room, I just shrugged.
The room looked like your average shared room with a bathroom connected to it, it had two beds, one desk and two cupboards. "What's so exciting about succeeding L?" I asked, I claimed the bed closer to the window, knowing that Mello would want the one nearest the bathroom; he looked at me as if I were stupid.
"L's the greatest detective in the world! He's dedicated his life to justice, tracking down people like the assholes who killed our parents and punishing them." Mello Explained passionately, I shivered at the mention of my father.
"L's great, but why should we want to be L?" I sat down on the end of my bed facing Mello, whilst I waited for an answer I absent mindedly begun twirling my hair around my finger.
"But isn't it obvious! Because then we can track down the bastard who killed my dad and anyone else does the same thing!" Mello threw his fist into the air in a very Matt like motion to emphasise his determination.
"But they should of court him by then." I pointed out, Mello face palmed at me.
"Jeez, shut up Near! That's not what's important! We'll be helping people, I wanna do that." Mello sat on the edge of his bed across from me and I smiled at him.
"So you want to be L then?" I asked.
"Yep!" Mello happily replied, then flopped back onto the bed.
Remember Johnny? sounds like he talked about Near. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! REVIEW PLEASE!