.::Of Death and Consolation {Near}::.



L.

L. Mello. Misa Amane. Matt. Mikami. Takada. Mr.Yagami. Ukita. Raye. Naomi. Aiber. Wedy. Watari. The entire Yotsuba group. Light.

All the bodies lay lifelessly around her. Cold, and long dead. She’s all alone save for the corpses. No one is there to comfort her as she cries heavily. These are all the people she cared about. All the people she wanted to live with and be happy with for the rest of her life. Now they were all gone, along with the rest of her family and friends. She feels herself being buried in the cold, lifeless flesh--

she snaps awake. Screaming, no less.

She finds herself in a cold sweat, her shirt soaked through and her hair sticking to the nape of her neck. “Are you alright?” comes a voice laced with the beep-beep of computers. She looks up behind her quickly, wondering if maybe Matt was alive again, but saw no one at the computers. No one but a sleeping Halle and Giovanni. “Was it a bad dream?” She looked down further and found Near twirling a piece of hair between his fingers as he sit comfortably and piece his puzzle together for the umpteenth time. His black eyes watch her breathe heavily, genuinely concerned.

Tears spill over from her eyes and fall to the floor. Without warning she leaps from the makeshift bed she’d been lying on and darted over to Near where she slid and came to a stop beside him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nestled her head into his lap. Near visibly stiffened, but did his best to comfort her.

“There, there, ________…um…uh…” he pat her softly on the head as she pulled herself closer.

.::Of Angry and Amatory {Near}::.



There once was a beautiful girl named ________. She was the envy of all around her, both men and women, but she’d never fallen in love with anyone.

________ worked as a agent in an organization called the “SPK” She was very intelligent and solved many cases for the president so he could focus on more important matters. Except, she had some, strange feeling for the president. ________ didn’t know what the strange feeling was, though. He was cocky and clever, though his social and life skills were poor, he tried his best to be kind and he was absolutely adorable. Like a little kid.

One day, ________ came into work tired and with her hair a mess. Light bags lined the bottom of her eyes from loss of sleep. She’d worked all night long to solve a case, and never did. All in all, she was pissed off.

“________” called her boss, Near, from the floor as she walked by one of his usual rooms. She stopped in her tracks and turned slowly, hoping he wouldn’t set her off today. If he did, who knows what would happen. She did have a gun, after all. “________, I need you to review these files. Have them back by 5 am tomorrow--sharp. Also, I need you to run these files down to Halle, and have Giovanni run out and take care of these things.” Near held out a foot’s worth of papers, a neat note on top.

“What?!?!” she screamed, “You’ve got to be fucking me!!!” Near looked up, slightly surprised. “I didn’t even get to finish the file you gave me yesterday, and I was working on it until 3 in the morning!!! It’s 6!!! I just woke up!!!!”

As ________ started to walk away she heard something she though she’d never hear in her life time. Near. Chuckling. She turned back to see a toying smile on his lips and suggestive black eyes staring up at her. “You’re kind of sexy when you get angry.”

.::Of Good and Bad Mornings {Near}::.



Sometimes mornings are just hell. There are mornings where her hair is a mess. Mornings when she wakes up, bleeding into her favorite pair of crisp, white panties. And mornings where she just feels like shit.

Then, some mornings are so delightful that she may in fact stay there for the better part of the day. Luckily, these good mornings are often while the bad mornings are few. And the thing that makes these mornings so good is not a what, but a who. Near is that who.

Often now, ________ would wake to find the smaller boy laying curled into her with his back to her chest, snoozing away. His soft white hair would smell delightful and feel wonderfully soft on the bottom of her chin where his head was often cradled into the crook of her neck by her special feather pillow. One foot on the floor, literally, Near couldn’t sleep without one foot on the floor.

Those mornings were perfect. The mornings where one wakes to find that that special person needed you in the night and that you were able to provide comfort.

His breathing low and calm. Body relaxed. She wraps her arm around his waist and kisses the back of his head before pulling him close, being careful not to disturb him too terribly much, and molds her chest to his back.

His innocence and need is what clears her mind of all worries for the day and makes the mornings perfect.

.::Of Love and Luck {Gelus}::.



“There was always one human whom Gelus loved more than Misa-Misa. Her name was ________. Oh, and how Gelus loved to watch over this young woman. He enjoyed how she brushed her hair, and the way she slept at night was just so adorable to him, though he was a shinigami.

“He loved her. He really did.

“Then, one day, she was going to die. Some lonely, odd man who’d just lost his job and got drunk approached her when she was in a local convenience store with a gun in hand. He didn’t go straight for the register, he went to her, took her money, and then ordered her to strip down. The man raped her and then held the gun to her head, he said he was going to shoot her. Gelus panicked and, with nothing more to do, scribbled the man’s name down in his Note. The man died of a heart attack and she was saved, but Gelus transformed to dust and rust and who-knows-what and his Death Note rightfully became hers. I was there, I saw it all, and Gelus entrusted me to bring this Note to you.”

Rem silenced after the end, staring down at the girl before her with emotion-filled eyes. The girl looked as if she was about to cry. “S-So that’s how I got this Note? And because I got this, because I existed, Gelus didn’t save Misa Amane and she died too?” Rem nodded again.

“Gelus loved you more than the one he loved most.”

She fell to her bed and cried, crushing the Death Note to her chest and hugging the death out of it. There were no names she had written inside, only memories and the handwriting of Gelus the shinigami. Only the name of the man who was going to kill her that fateful day…

.::Of Leather and Labor {Mello}::.



She signed and dropped her weight down onto the leather couch of the mafia hideout, her hair sweaty and sticking to her neck. “Damn you, Mello.” she spat at the blonde who sat at the other end of the couch.

“If you can’t handle the work, leave.” he said, then chuckled, “But if you do, I’ll have to kill you so that you don’t leak any information on our whereabouts.”

“Again, shut up Mello. I never said I couldn’t handle the work.”

“That so? You’re always complaining, ________.” Mello chomped down the last of his chocolate bar before slinking over with her and throwing his arm around her shoulders. He nuzzled into her neck and smirked.

“Mello? I want to ask, why so much leather with you? The clothes, the couch. I mean, what the hell man?” she pointed a filed finger into his leather clad chest and looked him in the eye.

“Ah? Well, ________, you see, one can never have too much leather.” he kissed her neck. “You know?”

“You horny bastard.” Mello chuckled and began to lead her to his room.

.::Of Birthdays and Beyond {Beyond Birthday}::.



It wasn’t a secret, it was a well known fact. This year, on her birthday, was her death day. Today she would die, and Beyond had told her up front, five years previous. He’d also told her that he would kill her on that day.

Just for the rush

She had asked him repeatedly, Why do you want to kill me?
 But he never really replied to that. He just sat there with that odd way of sitting he had, and smiled at her with his thumb pressing to his lips.

So she made a deal with him and today the deal was on.

“Today is my fifteenth birthday, Beyond. You know that, right?” she quizzed.

“I do.” he smiled up at her.

“Do you remember our deal? ‘If you take my virginity then I’ll willingly let you kill me’?”

“I do.”

Then lets get started.” She could have sworn she saw a smirk of anticipation on his pale lips and a glint shifted past his blood-red eyes. He may not seem like it, but deep down, Beyond was a perv…. She suspected. That’s the only reason she could figure that he’d kill so many people. Just for the rush. Like a cockroach that wouldn’t die, Beyond wouldn’t cave on his practices.

.::Of Changes and Renewals {Light}::.



When Light lost his memories everything seemed to get better for his girlfriend and, unknowingly, himself.

She lay now, curling into Light’s side and she took in his once-more-gentle scent. They were still in the headquarters, in Light’s room. He was asleep but she wasn’t. She watched him in his sleep and giggled with the way his mouth hung open gently. That’s how he always slept before he went Kira-crazed… But after he got the Death Note he slept lightly and kept a pen on the night stand at all times. Every change in position she made when she slept over made him flinch.

Now, she had him completely relaxed and at peace. She couldn’t remember the last time she got to just lay and watch him sleep and she didn’t know when she’d be able to do it again. That’s why she relished in the moment. Because she didn’t know how long it’d be before Light was writing names down in his “little black book” or when he’d make her fall asleep before he did, or when she’d get to cuddle into him again like they had no other care in the world. She didn’t know when she’d hear his stern voice barking out her name, rather than the honey-sweet voice laced with innocence again.

“________…are you alright?” he asked, suddenly waking up.

“Yeah, Light, I’m just worried about Kira is all.”

“Don’t worry, ________, I’m here to protect you. Right?”

“Right.” and they fell asleep together, but she didn’t want to wake up just incase it was all a dream.

.::Of Jealousy and Arguments {Light Yagami}::.



“Light loves me more!”

“No, Misa-Mother-Effer, Light loves me way more than your scrawny, blonde ass!”

“Shut up, you tom-boy-bastard! Light is mine! M.I.N.E!” Misa screamed, hugging Light’s arm, “Don’t you dare forget that I have the eyes and you don’t! So back off!” Rem sighed from behind Misa, her lanky, white arms rising to rub her temples softly to aid at her aching head. If shinigami can even get migraines, that is.

“Yeah, but I have a special Death Note straight from the Shinigami King that makes me immune to other Death Notes, smart one!” she barked back from Light’s other side. She pulled down one of her eyelids and continued to cling to Light’s arm with her other hand.

Struggling for words, Misa stuck her tongue out at her rival. “Light!” she called, “Who do you love more?! Me, or ________?!”

Light sighed and shook his head, his chestnut brown hair flopping slightly. “I have to choose? Really?” he chuckled, the sadistic, Kira side of Light taking over. “Let’s see… Misa…or ________-chan. Wow.” he sent secretive glances her way “That’s a tough choice.”

.::Of Cell Phones and Love Notes {Light Yagami V.S. L}::.



It’s the middle of class, American History, and who gives a damn about America? Not her, that’s for sure. America could suck Kira’s balls! But not literally because she had dibs on Kira.

Suddenly, in the midst of her inner fuming against America and all who inhabit it, she felt an awkward buzzing in her front pocket that was just a little too close to her personal business. Squeaking, she pulled out the cell phone in her pocket and flipped the blue item open to find that she had a new text message -- from L.

Damn… Surely, he was the one thing worse than America. Though, yes, she was pro Kira, she couldn’t help but begin to fall for the sweet-toothed man. Light wasn’t too happy about that though.

“Looking forward to going over the new information with you, ________” the message said. She blushed. L made it sound like they had a date planned. As she put her phone away he happed to look up and saw that there was a hand-written note right smack dab in front of her. Light smiled from beside her. Yeah, he’d seen the text message.

On the note, written plainly and neatly in English were the words. “I love you, ________. -Light”

English. It was the only good thing to ever come from America.

.::Of Games and Guns {Matt}::.



Carnage was truly beautiful; especially in video games where one could kill freely, with no limit to the bloodshed. In real life Mello made sure that there was no unnecessary butchery. Damn him…

But, anyway, not that violence and video games weren’t peachy and all--because they were, but she had found a new addiction. A new time passer. Matt, Mail Jeevas, was hotter than a smoking gun. Especially when he was playing his games.

“________…why are you staring?”

“I have no idea what you mean, Matt.” she smirked from across the room, mildly pleased with his reaction.

The brown haired gamer closed his DSi and placed it on the couch next to him, pulling the cigarette from his
lips and blowing perfect smoke rings in the air. “It’s been ten minutes and you haven’t looked away once.”

“Oh, yes. Something wrong with that?” Matt shook his head and picked the game back up to continue. The cushion of the spot next to him suddenly sank from minimum weight being applied. Arms snaked around Matt’s neck but he took no real notice.. Nor did he pay any real attention when her face drew closer to the
side of his head, but he shivered when he felt her warm breath in his ear as she spoke in a low tone.

“Mmm…you’re so hot when you’re pushing buttons…”

Smirking, Matt again closed the game, put out his cigarette, and turned to the girl so he could start pushing some different buttons…

.::Of PJs and Puzzles {Near}::.



“Good morning, Near-chan…” yawned the sleepy form from the door frame. From the corner of his pearl black eyes Near could see her slender body scratching at her head and sauntering over to his place on the floor--puzzle at hand and pieces scattered about.

One knee of hers came into view as she squatted at his side and leaned closer. There was the kiss. The one she gave him every morning. It was small and simple and only on the side of his head, but a kiss no less.

“You slept well, I hope.” Smiles were evident in her voice as she turned on her heel to move to the kitchen where she’d cook him and herself breakfast. Again, in her routine. No one else at Wammie’s would even try to get up and out of bed at six in the morning, especially during winter when it was so cold in the halls of the large building.

“________.” he called. Something caught his eye, and he just had to ask.

“Yes, Near?”

“Those pajamas…are they new?”

“Ah! Near, you noticed!” the girl twirled in her place when Near actually looked up at her. They could have been counted as pajamas…he supposed…but to him she didn’t see why she didn’t just call them a tank top and underwear.

Both pieces of clothing were dark grey, and the tank top had a pink teddy bear on it. Cute. The whole outfit was quite revealing--not that Near could care enough to stare or be interested or attracted in any way, but he was.

He supposed that she wore it because, again, no one was expected to be up at this time, so no one but Near would see…and if anyone else did see then she’d most likely rant and rave her head off. She was a puzzle alright. One not easily solved.

.::Of Truths and Lies {Light}::.



To say that she was jealous would have been an understatement. Complete sarcasm, the most painful irony, utter dryness. Being in love with Light Yagami brought plenty of resent for this--no, not Misa-Misa, she posed no threat since he had no feelings for the ditz--the Death Note.

Lord, who knows how many times he’d sat there, at his desk, for hours on end, and written names in that horrid notebook.

Light, in fact, had no idea that she knew. He was still sweet, innocent, justice-seeking Light Yagami that she’d met in Senior year. But she knew, she knew EVERYTHING. She knew that Light was Kira, she knew about Ryuk and about all the people he’d killed. Not to say that she regretted ever “finding” the Death Note in Light’s drawer; but she did. The information, the knowledge, made her feel dirty. Like scum. Because, inside, she knew that what Light was doing was wrong…but she wouldn’t tell him--and not because she was scared he’d write her name down, but because Light was her boyfriend and his ideals were in her best interest. Light’s happiness was all that mattered, not her own, and if keeping the Death Note her secret--if it meant she had to bare with Light’s lies of hating Kira and keeping the truth from the authorities, she would bare it… the jealousy…if only for Light…

.::Of Chocolate and Cherries {Mello}::.



She struggled with the stiff stem in her mouth, her tongue circling the shaft. Mello was a pompous ass, as she declared regularly, but no matter how hard she tried, no matter the occasion, or the challenge, she could not pass up a chance to show off to the blonde mafia leader.

Today’s trial?

To tie a knot in a cherry stem with her tongue.

Mello chuckled behind his chocolate bar as she made faces and twisted her tongue in ways he thought humanly impossible, but she wasn’t affected by his snickers. …though any normal person would be.

“Having some trouble, ________?”

“Shut up, Mello!” She was so close, she knew it, she could feel it in her gut…er…gums?

“Here.” Mello set down his chocolate bar--unnatural for him--and crawled over to her end of the leather couch, “Let me show you how it’s done.”

A resounding squeak of neither pleasure nor protest resounded from the…shocked, yes, shocked girl as Mello decided to lend her a helping tongue…

.::Of Whipped Cream and Chains {L}::.



Over the span of time L spent chained to Light Yagami he didn’t seem to find the closeness and constant contact overly pleasing. One could assume he’d hate chains of any kind for the remainder of his life. That said, it caught her off guard when, all of three days after the chains were taken off, L appeared at the door of her hotel room with handcuffs in tow. He stood there, not entirely facing the door, but more parallel to the entrance… He held a can of whipped cream and he was in mid spray when she opened the door. Whipped cream spilled over his lips.

“Ah, ________-chan, just who I wanted to see.” He entered the suite casually, albeit uninvited. L always seemed to have a way of becoming instantaneously comfortable wherever he went, as long as there weren’t too many people around.

L’s words were odd, but amused her none the less. “You make it sound like I’ve come to see you, L-san.” He tilted his head and smiled, thumbing his bottom lip as he watched her shut the door securely.
“Yes… I suppose it does sound somewhat like that, eh? No matter…”

She followed him to the sofa, offering to make some tea, which he quickly declined -- oddly -- and sprayed another squirt into his mouth before hurrying around the room and tugging all the curtains shut. Before she knew it the room was virtually pitch black. She sat with him on the couch, only to be suddenly thrust down into the cushion with his weight pressing into her lower stomach region. He was straddling her…

“L…” she stuttered out with intense blush. He skillfully, for someone who had no experience with women, handcuffed her and then unbuttoned her shirt--down to the very last button.

“________…” he smiled cutely. Whipped cream could be felt appearing down her chest and stomach with an audible sound of a pressurized can. “…although I didn’t enjoy the experience…being chained to Light made realize something. Do you know what that is?” He lapped up a small portion of whipped cream slipping into her cleavage. “Chains are very good at restraining a person…they also make things much more…interesting.”

.::Of Strawberries and Cleavage {L}::.



It was just L and ________. All alone in headquarters. Working.

“Goddamned work

She got a strawberry from the plate she and L were sharing and dipped it in the chocolate sauce. L looked over for a moment and tilted his head in curiosity, but she ignored it and bit into her sweetened fruit piece. L took one up a moment later too and practically drowned the poor, red treat in the chocolate.

Next thing she knew she had a chocolate-covered-strawberry virtually leaping into her bra. “L!”

“Oh, sorry, ________.” he said slowly, as if he didn’t realize that throwing a chocolate-covered-strawberry at her boobs was wrong. “Here, I’ll get it out for you.”

“L!”

Looks like her wishes for more attention from the genius were about to become true after all……” thought ________. “L should be focusing on me, not work…”

.::Of Cigaretts and Sex {Matt}::.



She woke first, groggy, stiff, and with her waist throbbing in pain. “Matt.” she said automatically, her eyes closing tighter.

No response.

She shifted, slightly, rubbing her eyes with her forearms and called his name again. “Matt.” Again, there was nothing and for a second she wondered if he died in his sleep and thought, that, if he did it would be from smoking so much. But then she remembered that he kept his gun on the night stand and he’d shoot himself before he’d let himself suffocate to death. “Matt!” Her arm flung over and smacked the pillow-face-planted, auburn-haired gamer in the back of his head as her eyes shot daggers towards his direction.

Matt groaned and lifted his head lightly, his tired blue eyes gazing out at nothing in particular. “Wha~?” came the whine of protest. Then he looked over and saw her, and smiled just slightly. “Ah, morning, ________…” Absently, Matt reached over and grabbed the pack of cigarettes that lay next to the semi-automatic 357 magnum gun. Then, when he didn’t see his lighter, he decided that it must be in his jeans and he rose from the bed, exposing his wonderful backside to her. He grabbed his jeans up from the floor and dug around in the four pockets until he recovered said lighter from the clothes. He crawled back into bed and covered himself lightly, the white bed sheets pooling on his lower back. Matt lit a cigarette, took a drag, and puffed out a river of smoke. “So…” he sighed, resting his head on the pillow and sending smiles at her still figure.

“So?”

“How was it? The sex?”

Silence came and she deadpanned at the boy. “My hips are hurting, I don’t think I’ll be able to move for today.” she muttered before managing to roll and face away from the boy.

“That means you had fun? Right?” and he leaned closer, placing a feathery kiss on the side of her now smiling face.