Authors note: Oh look yet another chapter. Took me a while to write and while writing it I came up with another story idea. Though, I'm not sure if I want to do it with Death note or Fruit's basket. Or maybe, I could do both. Same idea, different characters and different reactions. Tell me what you think about both this chapter and the possible new stories. I guess I should tell you tell you about the idea, right? Matt and Mello, or possibly the Fruit's basket cast move into a new home and it's haunted to hell. Personally, I would love to write Mello freaking out or maybe Kyou and Yuki. I'm not sure yet. Ah, supernatural awesome. Anyway read, review and try not to kill Near.

Extra: So you don't kill me I'll warn you. Pervert Matty is back and he's better than ever. He's someone everyone loves to love and hates to love. Personally I welcome our lovely red headed overlord.

Near's legion

Matt didn't move when the blond came storming back into the room the door slamming heavily behind him. His eyes were narrowed, hands gripping the rosary tightly in his hand as he mumbled something under his breath. He stomped past Matt throwing himself on the bottom bunk and curling up. He didn't understand why Mello put himself through this. The weekly list went up today and by now everyone already knew their standing. Matt was always third. He didn't even think about looking anymore. Mello was always second and Near was always first. It wasn't a big deal. So what? Near was the heir and Mello was the second, as far as Matt was concerned it only meant that he wouldn't be cramped in a dank room filled with security while they jizzed themselves over his problem solving abilities.

Anyone who knew Near would know that the spot was ideal for someone like him. Anyway you looked at Near he wouldn't be able to function properly and would constantly need help. If he were to just remain at Wammy house his intellect would be wasted, much like Matt wasted his own playing super smash brothers all day when he should have been studying. Mello had once asked him how differently he thought the standings would be if Matt took everything seriously and studied. The answer was simple. He would be third. Mello would be second and Near would be first. Nothing would change because he wouldn't upset the order.

It wasn't serious. Being L didn't matter to Matt. Taking care of Mello mattered to Matt and right now Mello wasn't in the mood to be taken care of so he remained silent going as far as the pause his game. He stood grabbing the handheld on his way up before strolling over and taking a seat beside Mello's curled up form. He flicked the switch, began to play and waited until Mello was in the right mood.

It didn't take as long as he suspected for the blond to turn over. He didn't look nearly as upset as he did when he came in but that didn't fool Matt. Under those blue eyes was an inferno of anger and rage. He didn't speak for a long while watching Matt's hands clicking away as if it were somehow interesting. "Second." He whispered in his soft voice his eyes closing as if the very word brought pain to him.

Matt nodded in response treading carefully. He turned the game off looking at the other with green eyes. "Mello." He mumbled softly watching the other roll his eyes as if he already knew what Matt was going to say. Then again it was Mello, he always knew what Matt was going to say. "Why do you do this to yourself? The ranking are nothing but a way to turn us against each other." He watched the others eyes narrow and hastily backtracked. "I mean, we're the only two close people here."

Mello's lip quirked, "Are you saying that if I had a room to myself I would be better than Near?" He asked as Matt shrugged lightly. "If that's the case pack your stuff and get out." He dropped back closing his eyes as his hair pooled around him. "It's the same every time. Even when I study, even when I stay up late and skip mealtimes nothing changes. I can do it. I know I can do it."

The red head sighed, "Yeah Mello, I know you can too." His voice was light. He stood moving back across the room to his paused game. "Maybe you should take some time off. Near will eventually burn himself out. Poor kid."

Mello jerked upward, "Excuse me?"

He glanced back, "Near doesn't sleep nearly as much as he should. He's constantly moving and thinking, he'll burn himself out."

The narrowed eyes didn't change. "Not that, the other thing. What did you call Near?"

Matt paused the game again sighing. "Let's not go through this Mello. I'm sure he's lonely and maybe a bit misguided. He spends all his time alone and playing with toys. They're like his only friends."

The hiss from Mello's lack of response penetrated the quiet of the room. "Out."

Matt frowned, "Seriously? Mello, it's not that…"

"Out!" The blond roared moving to stand. Matt was on his feet and heading to the door before the other could even think about forcibly removing him from the room. He didn't slam the door behind himself, he paused for a second before quietly shutting it and walking away. He faintly heard the sound of something colliding with the closed door. A few more seconds and it would have collided with him.

He headed down the corridor…

It was cold, colder that it should have been inside of his bedroom. Matt sat up realizing with shock that he wasn't in his bedroom, he was lying on the polished wooden floor of one of the rooms in Wammy house. At least he assumed that he was lying on the floor in Wammy house. His eyes widened as he racked his mind thinking frantically about the night before.

How was he only sure that it was a night? It's happened longer than a night before. His fingers brushed backwards through his hair, they were shaking like the rest of him. He was growing hysterical as he racked his brain. Mello had thrown him out of the room. That wasn't unusual, Mello was prone to fits of annoyance. He prayed to a God he didn't believe in that he didn't encounter Mello while he was in that state. He was walking down the hallway irritated and then nothing. It was as if bleak darkness swallowed up his memory.

"This can't be happening." He whispered hearing something moving across the room. He jerked back releasing a sigh only when he was able to figure out who it was. Near sat quietly across the room, his blank features taking in everything about this moment. He swallowed reaching up and searching for his goggles that he didn't have. "Stop it Near."

The white haired boy didn't look away. Instead he tilted his head to the side as if wondering what Matt was talking about. The innocence didn't fool him. "So that's not the first time?" He questioned holding one of his figures in his hand and using the other to twirl his hand. "Interesting."

Matt glared, "I don't know what you're talking about." He moved to stand only to find that his joints were rigid from sleeping on the floor all night. Toys littered the floor all around, Stacked dice, figures and trains laid around in disarrayed order. He had to be in Near's room but he couldn't figure out why or how he had gotten here. The best he could do was play stupid and hope they hadn't had an actual conversation while he was in his state.

"You do." Near replied his eyes unblinking. "I found you last night standing outside in the snow without shoes on. At first I thought that you were just stupid but the longer I watched you the more something seemed off. Eventually you asked me what I wanted but the way you spoke was not you. Your shoulders weren't tight and bunched up like they usually are because you're shy. You did not fiddle aimlessly with something; you just stood there calmly watching the night sky."

He frowned, he didn't remember anything like that. "So? Maybe I just wanted to be alone for a while."

"If that is the case you would have turned me down when I told you to come back in. I did not expect you to follow me back to my room. You asked me a few questions, simple questions. Then you sat down on the floor and started stacking dice while I asked you why you were outside. You told me you did not know but you felt like it had something to do with Mello. After about twenty minutes you said I was boring you to death, stood up and left. I woke up this morning and you were sleeping on the floor. I did not bother you."

"You sleep?" He questioned watching the other give him a slow nod. "That's new. Where did I go when I left?"

He shrugged, "I do not know. You just left, somewhere through the night you came back."

He frowned moving to stand. "This stays between us Near." The white haired boy shrugged. "I mean it. I don't mean you, me and Roger and you definitely can't tell Mello." Again the boy shrugged lightly. "I mean it Near."

"Your secret is safe with me." Near mumbled as Matt marched out the door slamming to behind him, "For now."

Matt paused outside the door to his bedroom. For all he knew Mello was in there waiting for him to show back up. He didn't remember a thing from the night before. Why couldn't he have just stayed in the room and played with Near all night? Why had Near let him get up and wander out? His mind instantly answered that, because Near couldn't stop him if he tried. The boy kept his distance from Mello because of the blond's volatile reaction to him. It usually took Matt forcibly restraining the blond while everyone scattered for cover. He could handle Mello, even at his worse.

He took in a deep breath pushing the door open. Mello stood with his back turned picking up a group of books that looked as if they had been thrown. The blond jerked dropping everything in his hand as he glanced over his shoulder. "Matt." He looked a bit more shocked than he should have that the red head was returning.

Matt gulped, something had happened the night before. "Mello, I'm really sorry for last night." He whispered gently feeling his fist clench. The blond stood, gaping and wide eyed before nodding slowly. He desperately wanted to ask what had happened but his pride wouldn't give in. Mello couldn't know. Mello could never know the truth.

He cleared his throat, "Okay." Was all he said before backing slightly towards the closet and disappearing inside for several minutes.

"Are you okay Mell?" He asked quietly shutting the door behind himself so everyone couldn't overhear their conversation.

"Yes."

He sighed, "I really mean it though Mello. I'm sorry about last night."

"Okay."

This wasn't working nearly as well as he needed it to. He needed Mello to rage, if he raged he would tell him everything that happened last night. This Mello was meek, quiet and hiding from him in the closet. "Come on Mell. It's okay."

"I know."

He took a step before nearly tripping over something in the floor. His goggles lay cracked on the floor. "What happened to my goggles?"

"You."

He winced. The softness of Mello's voice scared him more than anything. He crossed the room, crawled to the top bunk and went to sleep. The other would be more comfortable if he wasn't lurking, so he didn't.

Matt's mouth opened before closing once again. It was Mello that spoke first, "I hate to feel like I'm out of the loop. What is it that I know enough about?" His voice was clipped in irritation. "Not sure which I should be more pissed off about, that Matt's been hiding more secrets or the fact that fucking Near knows about it and I don't."

"I've known for years." Near mumbled taking a seat in the previously empty chair. Instead of studying the endless amounts of monitors he stared down at the mike that Mello was speaking from. "Look Mello, you're in second place again. I knew first and you knew second." The humor that touched his voice made Matt cringe. He was baiting the blond.

Mello was silent for several seconds. "Fuck you." He spat coldly back at the white haired boy. "Matt's suddenly so fucking quiet. He seemed so interested in talking a few minutes ago. Spit it the fuck out Matt." His voice had dipped into icy cold.

Matt felt faint, he didn't have to look around to know that all the eyes in the room were on him. "Why does it sound like you're in a car?" He questioned softly hoping that Mello was at work or at least heading there. No such luck.

"Don't fucking worry about it."

Matt bit his tongue not to whine. Something told him and everyone else in the room that Mello was on his way here. Near wouldn't stop him from coming up. Contrary to belief Near liked having Mello around. The feeling wasn't returned and Mello was already hostile and armed.

Fear flooded Matt like icy lake water. He had been walking on ice for years now and it had finally cracked all around him. He was sinking but something told him Mello was going to drown him before he had a chance to do it himself. "Near…" His voice was strangled. The other was watching him with interested eyes now. His hands shook. "Near."

Near dropped to his feet returning to spot in the middle of the floor. "Mello cut the connection." He mumbled quietly bending back down. "You're safe to talk now but he'll be here any minute. Are you scared Matt?"

Matt's hands drifted up to the goggles before pulling them up to rest at the top of his head along with the hair that usually guards his eyes. He gave the other an incredulous look. "Of what? You have enough guards in here to take out blondie anytime but don't scar his face. He's too sexy for that." He grinned at the other. "Haven't seen you in a long time."

"Indeed." Near turned slightly so that his back was facing both Matt and the elevator.

The door dinged before a click came to the back of Matt's head. He held his hands up lightly, "Damn, don't take any time do you?" He sniggered. "So sexy did you miss me or what?"

Mello sneered, "Excuse you? I just told you to get the fuck out."

Matt frowned, "That's lame. Tell me that it was because you freaked out after we had sex or something. Wait, no don't tell me that. It's not worth it if I can't remember it."

Near sighed, "That's not Matt, Mello."

Mello glared, "Shut the fuck up Near. I know what's Matt and what's not Matt." He glanced around the room at the three individuals pointing guns at him unfazed. "Put that shit down. I didn't come here to shoot your golden boy, yet." He rolled his eyes dropping the gun he held to the red head.

Matt turned giving the blond the once over. "Damn you're a ten." Mello frowned, his nose wrinkling. "No? Okay, how about did it hurt?"

Mello glared, "What the hell are you talking about?"

He winked, "When you fell from heaven?"

Mello rubbed his temples, "Okay you're not Matt. You win." He watched the others face lighten. "No, that doesn't mean you can sleep with me." He shoved past the red head his feet loud on the floor with his heavy boots. He took a seat in the chair in front of the monitors.

Matt stood there watching the two with bright eyes, they glittered lightly from the monitors he was facing. "Actually, I am Matt. I've always been Matt but it's a long story. I rather hit on you so you'll get frisky."

Blue eyes narrowed but Mello didn't move. He glanced down at Near who still sat with his back turned. He could head shot that stupid bastard before his lackeys could even think about pulling the trigger. "Okay Near, you got me here. It's clear you want something so spill it."

The white haired boy turned slowly. "Fear." Mello's eyebrow rose. "He is triggered by fear." He shook his head slowly. "More importantly I wanted to relay a message Mello. You see that Matt is the key to Kira and as of right now he works for me. There is nothing you can do about it."