He told me that I knew just what to laugh at
And I wanted to but I just couldn't ask if he would take it back so I could know for certain
So on the bench I watched his left hand crossing
While doubling entendres with the voicings
He said "O darling, you're charming
Please don't find it alarming if I pull this stop out to free up a hand for heavy petting"

Now there there
I'm a friendly man
I joke about sex because it's funny when you're frightened

So silently I sat and turned the pages
Recalculating our respective ages
Over my shoulder, he muttered, "If I get any older
You can hack my wrists off with your choice of objects
No, I'm kidding"

Don't be scared
I'm a friendly man
I joke about death because it's funny when you're frightened

This is as far as I could get
He jabbed a needle in my neck
Erasing all the evidence
But there were matchsticks in my pants
And if a rock should hit my head
And I remember what he did
You'll be the very first to know
Maybe I'll find out why this damn thing won't stop bleeding

He told me that I showed a great potential
That given I turned heads and pages
Fame would be a piece of cake
But practice was essential
So like a stupid child I believed it
And golly who would ever had agreed if
I had been Schubert or Mozart
Devoted to the fine art of perfecting absolutely everything inconsequential

Don't be sad
I'll come back again
I joke about trash 'cause it takes class to be enlightened

So several decades have gone by
I am still sitting by his side
I turn the pages faithfully
He turns his head and smiles at me
And with a wink he says, "I doubt
We would be anywhere without
Your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting."

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Near couldn't remember where he was going as he ran through the twisted alleyways of...where was he again?

His sock covered feet were soaking with blood, rain and other things he would have rather not thought about. He didn't see where he was going because of his swimming gaze; his eyes began to lull in his head and soon he fell to the ground with a wet plop.

Hours (or maybe minutes? Who knew...) later, the white haired boy awoke to find his body nestled in a warm bed. He felt covers rubbing over bare legs, and Near wondered where his pants had gone.

He sat up on the comfortable bed, curling his legs under his body; one finger played with the end of a frayed sleeve and his eyes stared straight across the room, boring a hole into the wooden door. He could hear someone moving beyond that door, and he watched as the door knob turned.

A man pushed in the door; he was an aesthetically pleasing man; his hair was a nice auburn with honey highlights, swept neatly on his head. His eyes were slanted slightly, hinting at Asian decent, though they weren't the dark-dark brown that one normally stereotypes with the Asian race; they were a warm gold colour with a powdered rouge. Though that was only Near's first impression of him.

The male held a tray of food in one hand, and a steaming mug of something in his other hand. He smiled at Near, one corner going up pleasantly, highlighting his eyes even more. "I'm glad to see that you're awake." His voice was smooth, like sweet chocolate syrup that...someone Near knew loved. The man placed the tray of food on the bed beside the white haired boy, and he handed him the warm mug. Near sniffed the mug's contents, deciding that he liked the slightly bitter-sweet smell, and took a long gulp.

Near lifted his dark eyes up to meet the man's gaze. "Um," His voice was haggard and it cracked slightly. He cleared his throat and tried again. "W-where am I?" He took in his surroundings with a quick sweeping gaze; the room was nicely furnished, very put together just like the individual standing before him. Dark wine coloured drapes drawn over what looked like a large bay window. The walls were an off white creme colour with dark brown wooden floors.

The man flashed him another disarming smile, watching him as he slurped down the rest of the tea (was it tea?). "I found you passed out, and I didn't want anything bad to happen to you, so I took you here. To my home."

Near made a move to get off the bed, but the male pushed him down into his uncomfortable sitting position. "You need to eat." Near glanced at the food; he gulped and nodded, not liking this man's hands resting heavily on his shallow shoulders.

He picked up the elegant looking fork beside the plate full of food; he placed a forkful into his mouth, eyes going wide at the wonderful explosions bursting on his tongue. Soon, all the food was shoveled into his hungry mouth; Ne could have sworn that the man's smile was stretching, even slightly.

Near's vision began to get blurry, and he felt a misty sweat begin to over take his small body. "What's...ha-happing....???" He began to sway and soon he found himself plopping down onto the soft pillows.

The man's smile was soon stretching around his head, almost like a zipper with pointed teeth. "You're going to be fine." His voice sounded like it was coming through a tube, and it was doubled over like...someone's had been whenever he had talked to him....

Near felt like he was going to become sick and soon he fell into oblivion.

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Another update with another Dresden Dolls song. :D Light's crazy. Please review!