Near was thrown against the bed. He would think that it was violently until the person who had thrown him straddled his hips. He was panting, the loose clothes he wore hugging his sweat slickened skin uncomfortably. He wanted to take them off.

The person above him seemed to think the same thing, pulling on his shirt as they kissed him heatedly. Near moaned into the kiss, swimming in the sensations that rolled like waves through his body. The person above him unbuttoned his shirt deftly, still kissing the young boy passionately.

Near was confused, but that didn't stop him from responding to the kisses and heavy touches. He wrapped his arms around the person, fingers digging into their back. Their back was too broad to be a womans. Whoever was kissing him with such intense fever was male.

After this odd realization, he wondered who was kissing him. This person was too big to be Mello, and why Mello would kiss him so passionately (or at all) was beyond him.

His lover pulled away from him. Near opened his eyes to see, once and for all, who this man was.

Near gasped. He had not been expecting him.

"Nate . . . " the man whispered.

Near heart quickened and despite the sheen of sweat covering his body, a shiver ran down his spine.

"L.."

A small smile spread across his pale, kiss swollen lips.

"I. . . but– it's–"

"Shhh. . ." L whispered, laying his body gently on Nears. "Just relax and do what feels right."

Near closed his eyes as L's lips descended on his own, his hands dancing over the boys lithe body.

"What feels right . . . "

Near opened his eyes, sunlight streaming in through the window. His heart pounded in his chest as he took a deep, steadying breathconfused for a second as to why it was so easy to
breathe. The adult weight had been removed from his chest. His sweat drenched body trembled.

"A dream. It had all been a dream."

"You talk in your sleep."

Near looked at the foot of his bed, his light eyes focusing on a certain chocolate eating blonde.

"I do?" he asked, fearful of what information he might have given away in his unconscious state. "What did I say?"

"Well, not words exactly." Mello said, snapping off a piece of chocolate and glancing outside. "More like noises. And from your current state, in addition to the noises you were making, I'd have to say it was a wet dream." Mello smirked down at Near.

Nears usually blank face gave away nothing. "It was a nightmare. I suffer from night terrors."

"Was it now?" Mello asked pleasantly, still smiling down at Near. Near nodded. "Then how do you explain this?" Mello closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he grunted and moaned, panting slightly. He opened his eyes, amusement dancing in the depths.

Near kept himself from flushing.

"If you must know," he said coldly, "I was having a dream about being raped."

Mello raised his eyebrows.

"Er–"

"Happy now?" Near asked, crossing his arms.

"I suppose."

"Now what do you want? I can't even entertain the idea that you came here on your own free will."

"Aw, you got me." Mello replied, running his tongue up the half-eaten chocolate bar. "Roger wants to see you."

Near climbed out from under the covers. Rubbing his eyes, he walked down the hall and into the bathroom. Mello followed, munching on chocolate.

"Hey Near," he said, leaning against the wall, "About your dream–"

"I'd rather not discuss those memories." Near said, looking at Mello's reflection in the mirror.

"Wait, memories? Of the dream or were you really–"

"I don't want to talk about it." Near announced, wiping the dripping water from his face and leaving the bathroom. Mello stumbled after him and into the hall, but soon decided to leave
the pale boy alone.

Near smiled to himself as he listened to Mello's footsteps slow and eventually fade. He walked to Rogers office, rubbing his eyes to further wake himself. He found himself at Roger's door sooner than he had anticipated.

He knocked on the door, his small fist thudding painfully against the thick wooden door.

"Come in." Roger called. Near opened the door and stepped inside.

"Please, sit down."

Near sunk into the overstuffed chair, one foot on the seat, his knee to his chest.

"Yes, Roger?"

Roger laces his fingers together and his serious gaze fell on the boy.

"Near, I thought you should know," Roger started, looking Near in the eyes, "The man that murdered you parents has finally been brought to justice."

Near's eyes widened.

"He . . . he was? By whom?!"

"L." Roger said, "L got the man to confess last night. All evidence pointed to the man– evidence that the police had missed, but he cornered the man and he finally broke down and
confessed, not only to the murder f your parents, but to that of many others."

"Who was he?"

"Lind. L. Tailor."

Near nodded. "And L caught him? That's wonderful." Near breathed, smiling widely in a rare display of emotion.

Roger smiled warmly back.

"Mmhmm. L is just as amazing as ever. Now you should go get some breakfast, ok? I think you have a big test today in foreign language."

Near nodded and jumped to his feet, running out the door and thanking Roger happily.

Near practically skipped down the hall in delight. The man who had killed his parents had been caught. And by L none the less! He could barely contain his excitement.

He entered the dining area smiling to himself as he grabbed a bagel, banana and a glass of orange juice and sat down at a table away from everyone else. Munching on his meek
breakfast, his mind drifted pass the capture of Lind. L. Tailor and to his dream. Usually dreams mean nothing, but this one meant everything. It would explain his emotions as of late.

According to his dream, he–

"Hey, Near!"

Near was awoken from his thoughts.

Near watched as Matt slammed down a bowl of cereal, milk threatening to slosh over the sides.

"What's got you so elated? Man, I saw you practically fly down the hall."

Near bit into his bagel and looked at Matt with blank eyes.

"I'm not in a position to tell you that."

"Aww, come on. Tell me."

Near glared at him.

"Wouldn't you rather talk to Mello?"

Matt swallowed a sloppy spoonful of cereal. "I haven't seen him since he went to talk to you this morning."

"Then how about a violent game?"

Matt smiled. "The batteries died on my Gameboy, and I am yet to ninja some new ones."

Near narrowed his eyes even more.

"So smart boy, I demand you to entertain me for the time being."

"I'm not your dog."

"All you have to do," Matt said, still smiling, "Is tell me why you're so happy. You've been showing quite a bit emotion lately. It's unlike you." Near finished his juice, crumbling the Styrofoam cup before dropping it back on his plate.

"If you insist, I found out this morning that L has brought the man that destroyed my life to justice." then the white haired boy rose form the table and started toward the trash can.

"If he hadn't killed your parents," Matt said, biting into an apple, "You would never have become a candidate for L."

Near glanced behind him at the brunette. Matt was smirking, but there was an understanding warmth in his eyes. Near shrugged it off as coincidence; there was no way he knew anything about his feelings or dreams. Matt was just being Matt.

"That is true, Matt. You have a point there." Then Near walked out of the room and into his own, to grab some stuff before class started.

Matt chuckled to himself, taking another bit of the apple.

Er... Would 10 year old boys act like that? I know I would if I were a 10 year old boy. I mean, I was a pretty screwed up "innocent" 10 year old girl. Not that I'm discriminating in any way. Well, moving on. If this chapter was alive, I would stab it. With a spork. I revised this like... 6 times. Well, revised is not the right word. If you look in the notebook I was writing it down in, sentences would just randomly trail off, there would be a random line separating the paragraphs, and then suddenly I'm writing something that happened two pages ago, only changed slightly. Here's an example.

"Near looked up from the sink, glaring at Mello's reflection in the mirror, water dripping off his face.

'I think you were

'Hey Near" Mello said, leaning against the wall. "About your dream–'"

Yeah. I went through 3 different ideas before thinking about L putting Near's parents murderer in jail.

And for some reason, I needed Matt to at one point say "I ninja'ed, I must ninja, I am yet to ninja" or any of that sort in this story. Because I don't know about the rest of the public, but I can imagine Matt saying "Ninja" instead of "Steal".

Anyway, the next chapter will be soon because I have really big ideas for later chapters. So right now, I just need to think about how to waste 2 or 3 years of their life. Any ideas?

And don't worry. There's gonna be some more Mello lovin's in later chapters. He kinda demands it. XD

Hope you liked!

-Hybrid

(P.S. "Slickened" is not a word. Why the hell not? I mean seriously!! Meh. Well, neither was "undoubtfully" but I'm so cool I can make up words and most humans can't tell that I just wish that certain suffixes and prefixes went on certain words.)