*** Author's Note ***
Okay, so I don't know if I write better at night or if I have to wait until the rest of the
house is asleep before I can write. I think it's both, there is always so much going on
during the day… Too many distractions I guess. Like just today we were talking about
hosting a convention in our area and making the initial plans and such. It's crazy. Also,
one of my new cats is like Kira. He is solid black and doesn't have a white hair on him
not even that little white spot that most have on their chests. His eyes are green with a red
outline. And he keeps the end of his tail bent like a shepherd's hook. It's the cutest thing.
I rescued him. Someone had abandoned him so I took him in. I don't know though why
anyone would ever want to get rid of him, he is incredibly friendly. Only difference
between Thomas and Kira, is Thomas has a little blue collar that he actually likes where
as Kira would probably plot someone's assassination if they put one on him.
On to news! We have a winner of our competition! Let's have a round of Congrazzles for
Mrs. L Lawliet 162 Yay! She will be a walk in character in the next chapter!
Also, I got a new fan! Welcome to the ranks, Alanis Cross.
Let's keep this up!
~Gebrelle
*** End Note ***
About 1week earlier…
Near was sitting in the floor of his room, with his back to the open door, when someone came in. He continued building his castle, complete with furnished rooms, out of legos. If they had something to say, they would speak. He wasn't required to say a word.
It was a long moment before they said anything, "Well?" asked a mischievous voice that he recognized, "Aren't you going to at least look at me?"
Near paused his construction, "What do you want, Scott?"
"Ah! You do speak! But still won't look at me…" The young man walked around him to look down at Near's castle-in-progress.
"Don't need to. Just tell me what you came to tell me and let me finish this."
"So you can start something else? Not hardly." He said with a laugh, then he paused, nudging Near with his foot, "Still not going to look at me?"
Near didn't act like he was listening and continued building with his legos. He couldn't remember when the last time he had carried on a 'normal' conversation had been. Most that wanted to talk to him only wanted to prove that they were smarter than him. Though there were few, if any, that were on the same level as himself. S was probably one of the only exceptions. Maybe that's why he didn't really care too much for his company. Not that he liked company anyway.
"What if I told you Roger sent me?" Scott asked, an obvious smile in his voice. Near paused his building again and listened. "Well?" he prompted; obviously he wasn't going to accept silence.
"Just tell me what he said…" he was getting tired of playing this.
"Well," he said, dragging out the word, "Roger was worried that you have become too anti-social –which you have by the way-, so he's sending you to school, to remind you how to interact with people," he said as if it were nothing big.
"Seriously?" he asked looking up at him for the first time that day. Scott was wearing loose clothes like many here did. Though, whereas most preferred the same style of dress, his clothes were a step darker. Black jeans, not blue. Grey shirt, not white. He had dark red hair and ice blue eyes. Those unnerving eyes, that currently held a look that Near didn't recognize, were trained on him.
"Yes," he said, absently balancing his clipboard on Near's head, "I'll be going with you to make sure you go of course." Grinning he let go of the clipboard, where it rocked but stayed on its makeshift table. "We'll get an apartment together, and you should take it up with him if you're not happy… it wasn't my idea."
Near knew Roger too well to put the blame off on Scott. Plus, they barely knew each other. He wasn't the kind to jump into something as open as this was. He reached up and took Scott's clipboard off his head and looked at it, twisting a piece of hair around his finger. It was a notice from Roger detailing where they would live and go to school. They were to be ready in a week.
"You know," S said, kneeling on the ground to be closer to N's ear, "Roger won't say it, but there's another one of us at the same school. I wonder what he's planning…"
With that, S smiled and left Near with a piece of information for his brain to chew on…
Nina stepped into her room with the broom in hand, and went straight to cleaning up the ashes and butts. Light was being very quiet, he must not have thought about the time zone either. At least she didn't feel too stupid…
After just a few seconds of sweeping, the floor was clean, with a neat little pile of ashes in the door way. She smiled to herself and stepped to the desk for a piece of paper to use as a makeshift dust pan. She had just opened one of the drawers on her desk when there was a loud clatter and Nina turned around in time to see Kira jump at the noise he had caused by knocking down the broom, scattering the ashes in the process.
Nina smiled and held her arms out to him, where he promptly jumped onto her and started his purr engine. She didn't really care that he had made a mess when he purred in her arms. It was like a spell or something. She laughed at that last thought and set him on the bed, scratching under his chin, and picked up the broom, cleaning up the small mess he had made.
When the dust pile was manageable again, she swept it onto the paper and tossed the whole thing in her tiny trash can. Nina turned around when she heard another odd noise. Kira was on her desk, playing with something, and by the time she reached him, he had almost knocked the item of question into the floor.
She stepped behind him and placed both hands on either sides of him wiggling her fingers to get his attention. When she moved her right hand to avoid his pounce, she noticed a large circle on her calendar. She slapped herself in the face, and, leaving a very confused Kira on her desk, went to her closet and pulled on a clean shirt before grabbing her bag with the DeathNote (that she could never leave home for her dad to search) and headed out to the garage in a rush.
Today was the first day of work volunteering to clean up the fire hall on weekends for volunteer credit hours. She had to get as many scholarships as she could and many required community service hours.
She sighed at her own forgetfulness and was certain she would be a few minutes late. Nice first impression that would make… She shook her head and tied up her hair, pulling on her helmet and opened the door. She revved her motorcycle to life and hit the street, making a bee line for the fire department.