A.N./ I know you all missed me. Heh. Sorry. Part of me not updating was a stomach virus, other was losing my flash drive T-T. I was hung over the toliet for two freaking days. I just bought a new flash drive too. :) Maybe one day I'll write a book that's something like this. It probably won't be as good because I love my Mello and Near so much. Okay, well, enough of that. I hate money. There should be no such thing as money. Everyone wants too much of it.
[Mello's point of view]
Mello called social services while Misa bounced Near up and down on her leg. It was hard to stay focused on the annoying please hold music with his cute giggling.
"Hello, this is social servies. How may we help you?" They sounded like W*l M*rt.
"Uhm, yeah, I would like to apply to be a foster parent."
"Alright, well, you need to go...blah blah blah blah..." Mello made sure to listen to every word the damned bitch said even though it was practically in a different language.
"Thank you ma'am." He hung up the phone and went and repeated every difficult word to L, who apparantly had a better understanding of social services or spoke alien. Mello, for one, was in favor of the alien langauge.
"Just follow me. I'll make you a foster parent. Then, we can call social services back." It was hard to take L seriously with his monotone voice but Mello managed.
"Alright, but, I need a babysitter for Near."
"...Light, babysit Near while we are gone." With that L started walking and Mello, being a genuis, followed after. Okay, so maybe it took L saying come on before he followed but hey.
[Near's point of view]
Near looked up at this so called Light person. His honey brown eyes made him feel safe but so did Lucille's blue eyes. Near was weary of trusting the man.
"Uhm, Near?, How old are you?" Light smiled at him trying to be friendly.
"Seven."
"When's your birthday?" Near blinked his eyes for a moment. He knew it was sometime in August but it had been years since he had celebrated it. He usually dismissed it as something unimportant.
"In August."
"Heh. I meant what day."
"None of your buisness." If he didn't know then Light couldn't know.
"Alright, how did your parents die?"
"Mama died in the fire daddy caused in a drunken rage. My daddy died from jumping in front of truck screaming he was invincable." Near didn't particulary like talking about his parents deaths. It made him somewhat sad though he didn't understand why. He could barely remember them.
"Oh my..." Light gave him a worried look.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked..." Near just shrugged his shoulders.
"It's alright. I hardly remember them anymore. Sometimes I have dreams of them but not often."
"Erm, How about some t.v.?" Light asked trying to brighten the mood he unfortunately caused.
"May we watch Tom and Jerry?"
"Sure, why not." (A.N./ My computer lies to me.) They all huddled into Mello's unfortunately extremely small living room.
Near clicked a few buttons on and made Tom and Jerry pop up on the t.v. screen. He smiled at Tom's antics.
Just as Jerry smacked Tom with a shovel Mello walked in the door.
[Mello's point of view]
"Okay, so now I'm a foster parent. I didn't understand a damn bit of whatever the hell they were talking about but L assured me that it was good." Mello smiled proudly as he walked into the living room.
"All that is left is to call and report Near as a runaway." L said. (A.N./ My computer is lying to me again)
Mello grabbed the phone and dialed social services again. They put him on hold again. This time, though, there was some '80's rock band playing in the background.
"Hello, social services. How may we help you?" Again, they sounded like W*l M*rt.
"Yes, I would like to report a runaway. I have him staying here with me for now."
"What is your address?"
"29th and Frederica street. Apartment 2A."
"Alright, we'll send someone over shortly."
"Thanks." Mello hung up the phone not really giving a damn. All he really cared about was keeping Near. He figured they would have some problems when she asked Near his last name though. He figured he could just give her his. Not like he really ever used it. All in all, Mello figured this was going to turn out to be a fine day...
A.N./ This is extremely short with mostly dialog. It's hard to type without your pinky. Well, I started a new story. I will hope that some of you check it out even if it doesn't seem like your cup of tea. L and Light... I probably should have made it Mello and Near... Mello makes a better drag queen than Light.