Near let out a small gasp as his body hit the bed. It was almost violent, and a tremor of fear rippled through him. But the fear vanished at he felt thin hips straddle his, pinning the small boy to the mattress. He was fevered, his loose clothes sticking to his skin uncomfortably. He wanted to take them off. The person above him seemed to think the same thing, and Near felt fingers deftly undoing his shirt, the buttons popping open one by one. They'd pulled at his shirt, leaning down to kiss him. Passionately. Near moaned into the kiss, delighting in the sensations that rolled through his body. Near was confused, but that certainly didn't stop him from responding to the kisses and heavy touches. He wrapped his frail arms around the persons back and clawed at the fabric there. He could tell by the flatness of their chest and the broadness of their back that whoever he was kissing so sweetly was a man.
Coming to that realization, Near wondered just who was kissing him. They were much too big to be another kid. Whoever this was, their body engulfed him, made him too hot to function. They broke away for a second, and Near forced his lust clouded eyes to focus.
Oh, God.
"Nate.." The man whispered, and Near felt his breath dance across his cheeks.
"L..." Near breathed back, his already erratic heart jumping and tumbling at that single lettered name. A shiver ran down his spine. "But- it's.. I-"
"Shhh," L hummed, "I know. Just do what feels right." A smile played on his pale, kiss swollen lips, and Near craved to taste that smile.
L bent to kiss him again, and this time his spidery hands descended upon Nears body, fondling in all the right places. Near yelped, his back arching, and finally shuddered a groan against L's parted lips.
"What feels right..."
Near's eyes eased open, and he blinked in the bright, morning light. His heart thundered in his chest, and he took a steadying breath. He could breathe much easier now than he could moments before, with the adult weight absent from his sweat-drenched body.
"God, it was only a dream."
"You talk in your sleep."
Fear flitted in Near's gut as his eyes snapped to the foot of his bed and focused on a certain chocolate eating blonde. He swallowed back his momentary panic and glared at Mello. "Oh, I do? What did I say?"
Mello smirked. "Hmmm, you didn't say so much. Not with words at least." He snapped off a piece of chocolate and kept his eyes narrowed on Near. "Based off the way you look, and those lovely little sounds you made, I'd have to say that was a damn wet dream."
Near's face was blank, giving away nothing. "You're mistaken. It was a nightmare. I suffer from them."
Mello's smirk became even cockier. "Was it now?" He asked pleasantly. Near nodded. "Oh, then how would you explain this?" Mello put his head back, his eyes closing. He stuttered into a hesitant moan, whimpering softly. He made a soft groaning sound from the back of his throat, knitting his eyebrows together and biting his lip. With another whimper, he opened his eyes and looked back at Near, a grin pulling on his lips. His eyes were bright with amusement.
Near fought down his blush, managing to look at Mello like he was an idiot. "If you must know," he said coldly, eyes like stone, "it was a sexual dream, but certainly not a consensual one."
Mello's eyes widened. "Oh, er-"
"Why are you here? I can't entertain the idea that you've come here on your own free will."
"Aw, you got me," Mello said, running his tongue up his chocolate bar, "Roger wants to talk to you."
Near got out of bed and padded out his room and toward the bathroom. Mello followed him in and leaned up against the wall, looking away as Near washed his face.
"So, your dream. What was it, ra-"
"Those memories aren't up for discussion." Near said, watching Mello's reflection. His jaw dropped, and he took a step forward.
"Wait, memories?" Mello exclaimed. "Memories of- the dream? Or were you really-"
"Funny," Near interrupted, "three seconds later, and I still don't want to talk about it." he dried his face delicately and then exited the bathroom. Mello stumbled out after him, following the boy for a ways before giving up and leaving the albino be. He came to Roger's office, and knocked his small fist painfully against the thick wood. The door opened soon after, and Roger was standing to the side of it, an excited smile on his face. Near slinked in and took a seat on the overly plump chair in front of his desk, one leg up, his fingers entwining themselves in his hair. "Yes, Roger?" He asked as the older man sat down.
Roger laced his fingers together and gave Near a serious look. "I felt that you should know that the man who murdered your parents has been apprehended."
Near couldn't help the look of shock and happiness that spread across his features. "He.. was? By whom?"
"L, of course." Roger started, "He confessed last night, not just to that of your parents murders, but to many others."
Near swallowed thickly, memories he didn't want threatening to intrude. "Who was he?"
"Lind L. Tailor."
Near nodded slowly. "And L caught him? That's.. wonderful." he grinned widely in a rare display of emotion.
Caught of guard by the boy's reaction, Roger smiled back warmly. "L is just as amazing as ever. Now, run along and go get some breakfast. I just thought that this was much too important to wait."
Near thanked him and jumped to his feet, nearly running to the cafeteria. The man who had ruined his life was over. He was done. His life was going to be as miserable as Near's had, with any hope. This delighted him. Once in the dining room, he let himself calm down. He wanted to tell anyone what had happened, just to share in the excitement, but no one knew about Near's past. He didn't know anyone well enough to tell them, he didn't want them to know that part of him. Instead, he grabbed a bagel and an orange and found a quiet table, where he could think. He let Lind L. Tailor slip into the back of his mind, saving the sheer happiness for later, and instead decided to think about his dream.
Peeling his banana meticulously, he tried hard to make his face look blank. Most dreams don't mean a thing- images you say during the day replayed in your sleep- but this was something else. If he was to take this dream seriously, that would mean that he-
"Hey, Near!"
Near's pale eyes rose from his perfectly shaped banana peels and focused on Matt, who slapped his tray down in front of Near. "What's got you so elated, huh? I watched you practically dance down that hallway."
Near didn't advert his gaze. "I'm not in a position to tell you." He said after a slight pause.
"Aw, come on. Tell me!"
Near glared at the red haired boy. "Wouldn't you rather be talking to Mello?"
Matt swallowed a sloppy spoonful of cereal. "Haven't been able to find him this morning."
Near looked with disgust at the trickle of milk from the corner of Matt's mouth. "How about a violent video game?"
Matt pointed at his pocket. "Gameboy died and I haven't had the chance to steal some new ones." Matt smiled and leaned closer to Near, his arms crossed on the table. "So, Smart Boy, entertain me."
Near took a tiny bite of his banana. "I'm not a dog," was all he said.
"All you have to do is tell me why you're so happy this morning. You're showing so much emotion, lately. Don't you think that's unlike you?"
Near sighed. He closed his eyes, trying to think of the best course of action. He knew Matt well enough to know that the boy is relentless. He decided he may as well tell him.
"My life was ruined by a single man, and last night that man was brought to justice. That's all you need to know."
"Well, if he hadn't killed your parents," Matt said, blowing on an apple, "you would never have met L, right?" He turned his deep blue eyes on Near, a warm understand in them. A sweet, almost sinister smirk spread across his lips, but Near decided it must be a coincidence. Of course the man had killed his parents, he was at an orphanage. "That's one way of looking at it." Near got up from the table and tossed his leftovers in the trash. He left without another word, and Matt sat and chuckled to himself, taking another savage bite of the apple.