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Desperate Times	By : Resting-Madness Category: Death Note > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this story its simply for fun. I do not own Death Note. Nor do I own any of the places mentioned in this pennyless work of fiction. I'm just having a good time and hoping you all like it too.

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The day had started off so normal. And when your life is my life odd becomes normal. So to me a normal morning was dropping my hand below the blanket and jerking off, because seeing Mello passed out beside me I recalled last night when he took my virginity one minute, then pulled away just to sit me- already fucked and receptive- on his lap to then treat me like I were his in the next. It was shattering and intoxicating, to be pleasured twice in one night.
Matt knew nothing about the details, but I know he knew. When he left the bathroom, he snickered and gave me the same playful slap on the rear Mello had when he'd pulled out.
When I was finished with my morning need, I walked into the bathroom to relieve myself, and once back in the room I dressed. I didn't notice how dirty my shirt was getting until I saw it then. The white is off, nearly a pale pale gray. It doesn't really make a difference, nothing about me is clean anymore anyway. Slipping it back on, I watched my two dozing friends wake.
"What's for breakfast?" Matt groans into the pillow before his sleeping head lifts from its resting spot. "I vote pizza."
Mello breathed deeply into the newly waking air, expelling it before he's able to find his voice. "There are no pizza places open during breakfast hours." And his bedhead was monstrous, flying in every direction static electricity could take it.
Near blinked at the once studly image from last night, amazed at how it could look so comical now. It should have been impossible, but there it is. His blond lover, a golden dandelion fluff. Smiling away his laughter, he looks around the room for the alarm clock.
Bleary eyes follow Near's checking, and fall upon the clock as well. "Jesus," Matt says before yawning into his hand. "What were we doing that its ten already?"
"Sleeping in a bed." Responds the collapsed figure of Mello. He's slugging it today.
Near had a secret fantasy that it was because he had tired him out last night, but Mello's observation was probably the most accurate. "It'll be lunch in forty seven minutes, if you can wait."
Matt's stomach actually sounded like a meowing cat, in objection to that comment. "I don't think so." Rubbing his gut, he grabs the phone then looks around for a menu.
"We're not at the Ritz." Near takes a seat on the bed beside Mello's deceased figure. "The only menu you have is stale muffins in the lobby hallway. Your choice."
"Then I'll go out for something. What do you want?" Slipping from the bed, Matt grabs his discarded clothing to dress.
"Oatmeal." Near says just as bland as oatmeal taste.
Snickering, Matt nods. "Yeah, okay. I was thinking more like gas station ramen, but I guess I can get his Highness McDonalds. Mel?" He calls from the door. "Wake up! I'm getting food." The door is pulled open.
The blond hurls Matt's pillow as far as his dead arms can throw, and he points over his head to Near, who blinked at the notion.
"Okay, two oatmeals." He said it like he would be given a great burden to be known as the guy who'd ordered 2 orders of oatmeal. At least he'll be eating something a lot more manly. "Be back in a while."
Near waited for the door to close before he addressed the sack of Mello laying mostly beneath the- suredly- dingy covers, or rather it was the other way around and Mello was the one waiting. His arm snaked around Near's waist, and he pulled him down onto the bed ready to paw at him.
"What gives? Why are you dressed?" He asks when getting a shirt flavored smooch from Near's covered neck.
"Unless you'd like to pay for this room again, we'll be leaving right after breakfast."
"Tch." Getting up from his lounge on top of the younger male, Mello grabs his clothes from the bundle on the floor at the side of the bed. "I long for the simpier times when the group didn't have a buzzkill." He tugs his clothes on.
Mello may have been teasing, but he honestly didin't know how close he was to saying goodbye to me. I couldn't tell them, I really didn't plan to. And after breakfast, I thought out my exit strategy.
We'd just finished up a performance, me being fucked by Mello while giving Matt a blowjob. The two wanted to hang out at the park and throw rocks into the fountain. It was juvenile but endearing in a way, moreso when the two laid back on the dying autumn grass and began talking big about 'what if' this and 'what if' that. That was when I excused myself by saying...
"I'm going to the bathroom." Getting up, he barely got a wave goodbye from the two.
Going to pee in legal places was hardly anything to announce. It was sort of common knowledge between them that whenever someone disappears they'll be back, or meet back up with the others not long after. Neither suspected a thing that it would be the last time they'd ever see Near again.
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"Nate?" Came a familiar voice from the other side of the shelf.
Near really did need to pee, but he hadn't expected to run into anyone he'd somewhat known from the home. Let alone ever hear his given name again. Light Yagami stands on the other side of the shelf of snacks, peering over to the white mop on the other side.
"It is you." He says when he noticed the white mop seemed to duck down in order to sneak away. "My mother and the other women have been worried sick about you. Where have you been?"
Near knew getting away was pointless because he'd already been spotted for one, and chased to the door for two. So much for grabbing a snack and running. At least he can bolt since he's at the door.
"Why are they worried? I told them I was leaving, my being gone means I'm no longer of their concern." He steps aside for a woman and her five year old, who's bouncing in behind her.
"You'll always be their concern!" Insists the older male. "Nate, stop kidding yourself." He grabs him by the wrist. "You look a mess, and your obviously malnourished... You can't really be happy?!"
"Its no different than if I were eighteen," His eyes sharpen with contempt. "or maybe you'd all care a little less since I'd be considered an adult by then?"
That seemed to surprise Light because for a moment he seemed speechless. The orphanage worker's son, regained his merit then and asked. "Is that what this is about? You're afraid you won't be adopted before your eighteen?"
"Its the truth. And unless you and your mother are considering humoring me with an adoption, maybe you should just forget that you ever saw me."
Light watched Nate's exit, but he followed after him. "But maybe there's another way? Anything but this..." He felt relief wash over him when the runaway stopped walking, but the younger boy keeps his back to him. "Just come back to the orphanage... we can probably work something out."
"I'm sixteen years old, I don't want or need that brick house babysitter." He takes two steps before saying "Bye, Light." and he went on his way.
Seeing Light Yagami really shook me up, but not in any sort of moved way, I was more on the angry side. And I was talking out my frustrations with that sugar loving stranger from the bakery. He sat beside me on a street bench eating and listening while I ranted on about the homes system, and how I don't want Matt or Mello to worry about me at any point, which is why I'd decided to leave them.
"I thought you only liked sweets?" Near comments when seeing the label of the little cup in the bakery guy's hand.
"Mmm?" He intoned, plastic spoon erect in his clenched teeth. "Oh, you mean my yogurt? I'm having a good day, and trying something different."
"So you were eating all that sugary stuff because you were clinically depressed or something?"
"No. I was happy on those days as well," He dumps the yogurt into a nearby trash bin, only having tasted one spoonful of it. "You must have missed the end when I'd said I was trying something new."
"Did you like it?"
The man blinked, stuffed one hand in his pocket and a thoughtful finger against his lips. "How 'bout we get an ice cream and you tell me some more tales from your riveting saga."
"I told you I don't like sweets," Near replied getting up from the bench. "Or had you not heard me when I'd said that?"
"Alright then, I'll eat the ice cream and you can have the cone." He ambles on ahead; the younger of the duo follows. "Besides, I'd heard you before. I merely like to block out unpleasant things- especially when I'm eating- makes the food taste better."
Near supposed that was true. Food did have less of a lonesome taste to it since he's been with the Ms. Following behind the nameless bewildered-faced man, Near wondered what the two were doing. Its been at least an hour since he'd left them. Are they wondering what he's doing, or where he'd gone to after the bathroom? Maybe they think he got distracted doing a solo gig.
"Two please, and a handful of nuts for my weird friend here."
The man behind the counter looked like he'd been smacked with a fish when ten dollars hit the counter for a four dollar ice cream serve. Maybe the guy wanted change? Serving up a peach cone and chocolate soft-serve, he then scoops a handful of crushed nuts into the younger one's palm. Thinking they'd be in a little packet, Near just let his hand drop thus spilling the nuts on the parlors floor.
Amused by this, the sugar-fiend smirks around his peach custard. "So tell me again, why you don't want to be close to the blond you like."
"He's an attractive force, who lives a really bad life." Near explained as they exit the shop. "I don't wanna find him mangled on the streets someday, so I've decided to just pull out."
"Interesting hypothesis to the situation."
"I thought so."
"Next time you see me, you'll have to tell me how its worked out." He holds the door open for the boy. "My bet is that you'll see them again. If he's that wonderful, you'll return to him."
"I won't come back, I plan to go into a different part of the city." Brushing his hand clean against his pant leg, he adds. "Out of sight, out of mind."
But since our funds were a joint account, like some bizarre three-man marriage, I needed to work a few jobs in order to get some moving funds.
"Hhhh." Near's hand gripped the side of the passenger's seat beside him when the man's tongue made another round around his member.
This John has a thing about giving head, and he's really good at it. Near's been teased for 15 minutes now, and so far the start and stop has got him in a tornado of lavish exhaustion. Hands gripping the elderly man's hair, he bucks his hips up into the man's mouth to urge him along. He really should be getting on his way.
When he came, the older man moved away to keep from swallowing it in such a mass amount.
"Shit." He spat. "I'll have to get the car cleaned.
Near hates it when the John's talk. It makes it too real what's going on. When its panting, moaning, and touching, Near can go into his dreamland and imagine he's anywhere else, or he's with someone else. But then they talk, and ruin it, and bring Near right back to feeling the regret and shame of it all.
"How much would it cost to get in there?" John asked with breathless composure, whilst he tucks himself in. He'd also been jerking himself off while sucking on the street walker's junk.
Near honestly didn't think that the oldman could, which is why he chose his car of the three that came up the street. Older guys are usually failures to erect, which means they won't want much beyond a show or petting you, handjobs and so on. You know, stuff Near's comfortable with.
"Not for sale." He comments while zipping up.
"Oh." John nods. "That's a shame really, I'd pay up to at least five hundred."
"Not interested." The door is popped open, and Near steps out onto the street.
And then something weird happened. The John asked him. "Why?"
Blinking at him, Near says without a second thought. "I need the money, but I don't need the trauma."
"B-.. but.. how can what I just did not be traumatizing?" He scoots to the exit where the boy is closing the door in his face. Rolling down the window, he says instead. "Can I see you again? Where will you be?"
"No. And anywhere." Turning away, he adds. "Goodbye."
Funny thing was, Near felt that he had really broken that oldman's heart. It was so comical to him that he'd found himself laughing about it later on that day. He must have looked so crazy because out there, in the full-swing summer heat, laughing and carrying on. People actually dropped money at his feet, as if to express some sort of sympathy for the laughing fool. Must be sunstroke.
Near could eat. He thought as he grabbed up the change from the ground. He doesn't plan on using the change to eat with, that's just for gas station trips for bottles of water or a snack. Snacks made Near think of Mello's snacking habit. How he always likes to grab a candy bar when they make pit stops inbetween doing nothing. He has to get them out of his head, its not healthy. He doesn't wanna end up walking the neighborhood with one or the other M only to find the counterpart splayed out like a damned fish on a dock, after a cat has had its way with him.
No, Near has made up a new plan. Simple, easy to obtain. He's absolutely sure things are going to work out this time. He may have lost his way for a few months, but no more. As far as the emotional trauma, he'll write it off as one very bad, very vivid, BAD DREAM.
I'd gotten a meal at a place that Matt and Mello, and I have never been to. If they've started looking for me in the six hours that I've been gone, I didn't want them to find me because I'm behaving like a cat that's following a scent we've left around.
It was at Shaun's where I met him. He was walking out just as I was, and we almost bumped into each other because of this. He said "excuse me" and held the door open for me to exit.
"I've seen you before, haven't I?" He asked when they got out on the street.
"I've been around." Near replied looking the man up and down.
Of all the people he's had as a wallet, this guy would actually fit into the attractive category. He's got jetblack hair, and the most hypnotic dark green eyes Near has ever seen. His skin is pale like a porcelain doll, and his shoulders are very squared showing off his masculinity as well as the casual v-neck he's wearing that reveals a peek of a well toned chest.
"I've been doing this for too long." Near thinks. "These people are actually starting to have faces. Worst of it is that I don't even know if this guy is one of them. I'm so desensitized that anyone around me is just a wallet."
"This place is pretty good, huh?" He asks.
"It was my first time eating here, so I don't have much to go by." Replied Near, deciding to put his attention elsewhere, like straight ahead at the human traffic across the street.
They cross the street together, Near doesn't even realize that he's following the man until they reach his black vehical.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that the conversation was over." The man opens the door to the driver's side. "Or maybe you'd like a ride someplace? I'm off work today, so I've got the time."
"You don't know what I am, do you?" Near asks curiously.
"Umm homeless?"
"Yes. But I'm something else."
The man blinked, then slowly climbed into his car and closed the door. "I'm not sure I know what you mean, but I don't think today is the right day to find out there are actual monsters in the world that eat people." He smiled at his joke.
Opening the door to the passengers' seat, Near climbs in. "There are monsters in the world, but they don't actually eat people." He pulls the door closed. "I should explain."
"I think you should."
He starts the car and drives off.
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Near's starting to see just how bad he'd been at kissing, by experiencing first-hand what Matt had meant when he said that he'd sheep dogged Mello. This guy is seriously not a good kisser; and Near was sure he was starting to get the hint because his mauling slowed to a stop when he noticed that his little street walker kept turning his head away from a full on liplock.
Sitting back in his seat, the man- whose name Near learned is Gevanni- began to laugh. "I'm sorry. I'm really not this bad a kisser, its just that this is really weird and I've never done this sort of thing before."
"You should have seen me at my first time... it was really awkward. I didn't think I'd ever get the hang of it." Near confessed.
"You mean you have?"
"Unfortunately. Its like being a baby.." He explains. "You've never walked before, but your parents and other continually make you do it and eventually you just do. After that you never go back to crawling."
"But that's so sad." Gevanni frowns. "Don't you hate it? Don't you want better?"
"All the time." Near turns in his seat so that he's looking out of the windshield. "I've got a plan now that I'm sure will work."
"What do you mean?"
Near couldn't believe he was spilling his guts to a stranger, but the man was sweet and nice to talk to. Maybe not like his nameless sugar loving friend, but Gevanni has a sort of kind air about him. "I've decided to buy a room."
"You mean like a hotel?" Gevanni turns in his seat.
"No. I mean, I'm going to buy a room that someone is renting. This way I'll have a home, and a phone, and I can start looking for a job. Then I can get my life together."
"You know... it sounds so simple, but that may actually work out for you."
"I thought so. But, I don't know how much rent goes for, so I have to save up some money."
"And you get your money by doing this?!" Gevanni seemed distressed over that. It was wrong and sickening. "Near... you can't really do this?"
"I've been doing it so far."
"And you shouldn't, you can't be anymore than thirteen years-..."
"I'm sixteen." He hard insists.
"Sixteen is still too young." He places a hand on his shoulder. "Near... I've got a propesition for you."
"...What is it?"
"I give you a place to stay... I give you a job." Gevanni sounded so desperate as he spoke. "You said it yourself its only until you get on your feet. And it'll be easy... Near, please." And there's sincerity, sweetness in his eyes and voice. "let me help you."
He drove me to his beautiful home, six bedroom, 5 empty from his own. The place has a library that also doubles as a study, Gevanni's home has a large kitchen with a walk-in pantry, and he's got a basement. He showed me around the home and explained to me what he wanted for me to do as a job. I was his maid- well, butler. Basically I cleaned his house. He works in law enforcement as an F.B.I agent and he's rarely home.
Gevanni told me he could never trust anyone with cleaning his home because people tended to steal in today's economy. I understood. He didn't even know if he could trust me, and I didn't even know if I could trust him.
Turns out... I was the loser.
"This was practically where my wife and I lived." He says when showing Near the study.
Near looked around the room visually. Its beautifully decorated with waist high bookshelves, a desk made of thick mahogany wood, and a laptop computer sitting on top of it. There's an LED bulb, very chic lamp at the corner of the desk, with a black metallic shade. There's also a photo sitting beside the lamp with a photo of a bride standing in the frame.
"She's pretty." Near comments insincerely to the photo woman. "Won't she mind that I'm here?"
"No... Zan' died of breast cancer." Gevanni only glanced at the photo he must have looked at a million times in the darkness of the office. "Its short for Suzanne."
"I see." Following the man into the first floor bathroom, he looks around with absolute impress.
Marble this, gold or silver plated that, all the colors matched in every room. Definitely a woman's touch.
"If you need references from my last boss, I'm afraid you're out of luck. She's been murdered." He follows Gevanni into the kitchen where the man was opening the door to where he'd assumed was the basement. He saw his soon-to-be-boss give pause to those words. "I wasn't the one who'd done it. There was a break in."
"I see." Gevanni seemed thoughtful.
Near imagined, that Gevanni was thinking that the death of his employer was what started his life as a street rat- if only. Peeking down the stairway, he raises a brow in question when the cold dank smell wafted up into his nose.
"Will I be cleaning down there as well?"
He didn't know what happened. One minute he spoke, the next thing he knew he was flying down the stairs, head-over-heels toppling-style. He grunted and cried out in pain with each pop against the sturdy stair's stone edging he came into contact with. But it was cracking his head on the floor that did Near in. He blinked one last time, then fell unconscious with little more than an exhausted breath.
Near felt burning between his buttocks and against his lower back. He's moving; he noted this when his senses began waking up.
"Fells like I'm in a car on a bumpy road." He thinks through a groggy haze of pain raking him with each jiggling jolt.
The teen groaned involuntarily, earning some conversation from the driver.
"That's right, speak to me... make me harder."
Another involuntary groan sped up the driver's pace; it was awful when his sense of taste woke up, and Near is greeted with tangy blood and all-too-familiar bleh known as semen. He coughed, choking on the very want not to swallow just then and his head lulled to the side, pressing his nose into a foul scented pillow where he let bile creep up from his pained stomach to empty out onto the pillow.
"Stop doing that." Gevanni spoke- spoke, he doesn't sound as fired up or angry as one would believe he'd be. Grabbing the teen by the jaw he shakes his warm sticky face back and forth to keep him conscious. "You do that again and I'll show you real pain."
Near blinked his eyes open seeing the man on top of him, naked and sweaty, panting hard with a look on his face that said he was in Heaven and not through playing around up there, but there was also a look in his eyes that boast of an ability to forget all that if he needed to. And Near was sure it came to a beating when that happened. He remembered something along the lines of that happening when he'd woken up to this sort of thing the first time. He flailed and screamed, he clawed and fought, and it was all for nothing He was beaten back onto the floor, dragged over to the bed, and the man let his fist fly.
He'd pinned Near down by the wrist, and his knees dug painfully into his ankles. He was face down and screaming like a madman, he'd been stripped while unconscious, and all Gevanni had to do then was line it up.
Near's tiny frame was no match for this man, and he was sure if his forearms were broken as he suspected from his fall down the stairs, he'd only get weaker and weaker due to untreated pain. It didn't mean he doesn't have other means to fight with. And he showed one of the methods when Gevanni roughly pulled from his bleeding body, and grabbed him by the head. The older man forced his jaw open and readily shoved himself in- and oh the surprise he'd gotten when Near bit into him!
Gevanni hollered, the sound came out thick and interrupted by concrete walls and floor and padded ceiling. "You little shit!"
Near would have laughed if he wasn't hurting so badly, even his teeth! He must have hit his mouth when he went down the stairs that day, he's in so much pain he can't even tell if he's missing some. The simple act of running his tongue along his teeth even hurt.
"Do you really think that's funny? Huh?!" He smacks the child. "I can tell you jokes as well, my personal favorite is" He grabs the boy by the hair and throws him into the wall.
Near could only whimper when the side of his head smacked into the wall.
"Its a great little joke, but how does it go?" Gevanni leaves the bed and walks across the room.
Leaned against the wall, more alert, Near watches the man's movements. He thought about running, but he knew he wouldn't get far, his wrist and ankles are bolted to the floor right at the four corners of the bed.
"Yes, that's right." He calmed his pressing anger as he grabbed a pair of pliers. "The dentist tells his patient its his first time, and the patient says well that's okay and takes a seat. Once he's all strapped into the chair the dentist looks at the patient and says, well, it sort of is a problem because I really only know how to remove teeth."
Approaching the bed, he smirks at the shrinking teen. Grabbing his jaw hard enough to leave a welt, he gives it a squeeze to force it open. Sticking the tool into Near's mouth, he clamps its pincers around the front tooth.
"I don't have to do this. Its only a formality." Gevanni applies a little pressure, smiling at the teen's expression of distressed plea. "If you say you're sorry, and never do it again... I'll let you keep your teeth." He caresses Near's face tenderly. "Right? That's pretty fair, don't you think?"
Nodding, Near visibly shows off his relief when Gevanni backed the pliers away from his mouth. "...I'm sorry."
"That's better."
Swallowing, and instantly regretting it afterwards, Near asks in a tight voice. He's got his own anger to deal with over the situation without adding nervousness to the mix. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because you let me." Gevanni said very matter-of-factly. "Now, back to work or you won't get your supper."
Grabbing him by the back of the head, he shoves Near's face against his crotch, turning so that he's sitting and Near is sitting in on bent knees between his legs.
Sighing. He thought. "What choice do I have?" And he went to work pleasuring the man he'd once seen as kind. "This is my own fault. Matt. Mello... I'm sorry."
It went on like that, day after day I found I was either being beaten or raped. It was getting so that all I could do was sleep through it or shut off. I wish I could be more descriptive to you about it, but it was like some slow motion horror movie trailer. You'd see clips of the evil doings, but you're never really made clear of what's happening.
But, there were some days I'd have to go without food because he left for business meetings, but I had water from the sink located four feet from the bed. Its a large tub-like sink. Maybe you'd wash a dog in it. But on those days I sat and I thought, and then I got my idea. I was going to make him angry. And he would hurt me bad enough to kill me. And when that day arrived... The strikes stopped having feeling after the first hit. But visually, I knew it was over.
He must have thought I was dead. Must have thought the blood caked on my body was too much. The lacerations too deep. My slow breathing not enough to convince him my stone-still body wasn't dead. My pulse, however faint, wasn't quitting on me. He believed my unconscious dead-weight was exactly that. If he hadn't... if he knew that I were nothing more than unconscious, he never would have left me unchained from my shackles. He never would have left the door open. And he never would have left the house.
Slowly. Slowly I got myself up from that cold concrete basement floor. I used the walls, stained with my own blood, to help me make my way to the stairs. I grunted in agony when pain shot up my tailbone, traveling the full length of my spine and slamming full force into the base of the back of my head. But that wasn't going to stop me from leaving. This was my only chance for escape. My pain could come later, and it was minor almost nothing compared to the torture that went on in that house for months.
When I got out of the basement, the pain in my spine dropped me to the floor on my hands and knees. I stared at my outline in the polished kitchen floor; there's blood there as well. He'd know that I escaped, know that I wasn't dead after all. I hoped that I was away by then. A police station. A cheap hotel room. Even the agency that I'd ran away from in the first place was a better option than this current situation I've been bound to.
"Get up, dammit!" I barked in my dry rasp of a voice.
Its been so long since I've heard anything from myself beyond a drunken whimper, a moan, or the forced sexual comments asked of me from HIM.
I couldn't go out the back, its fenced off. I saw that much through the large glass doors beside the kitchenette booth, in the thirty seconds I got to see of the home before I was whisked off downstairs into that basement for months, maybe even a years worth of torture.
But did I question why? No. I knew why. It was because I unknowingly walked right into it under the belief that I was avoiding a much greater evil... Irony is a bitch.
I was almost free, I only had to make it down to the street. It would only take 23 stairs. And that's when my second problem began taking place. Wonder how Matt and Mello were doing without me?
"So how do you think he's doing?" Matt steps on a daisy growing up through the park dirt. Twisting his foot, he looks at his counterpart.
"Who?"
Mello's been staring off into space again, which is why Matt asked. The two haven't seen the stone-faced teen since leaving the hotel that morning in August. Its April now! Where the hell is he? Back when they first realized the little cotton top was gone; Matt would freeze up or tense up every time they'd round a corner. He figured that Near had done a little 'alone time' work and they'd find him splayed about their usual sitting area, after some John was done with him. But then he recalled something like that really isn't what John's do, that sort of thing was more crime boss shit.
"You know damn well, 'who' Mel', Near." Matt turns to face his spacey lover.
"Oh him, who cares." Mello infringes upon Matt's personal space, by snagging the pack of cigarettes from his jeans back pocket. "I'm sure he's off trying to figure out how to get off the streets again."
"For nine months?" He removes a cigarette of his own, tapping it to the tip of Mello's until its lit. "Think he's done it?"
"Probably. Its been nine months." He blows a nicotine cloud into the wind.
"Think when he gets a little more pound, he'll come back for us?" He asked in sincere thought.
"No, Matty, I don't think he'll come back for us." He shoves him. "Besides, I doubt the little spaz could find himself a job if it was all that hard in the first place." Stuffing his hands into his pocket, he begins to walk. "He probably caved and went back to that orphanage he talked about."
Blowing out a thoughtful puff, Matt wet his mouth with a nod. "Yeah, I forgot all about that. ...Too bad he realized his mistake too late. Poor guy's probably really fucked up now."
"Can we not talk about him, hm? He's gone. So what." Wrapping his arms around the male's waist, he rests his chin on Matt's shoulder. "You'd better not think about dipping out on me someday."
"Wouldn't dream of it, you bring home the most bacon." He shot a kiss over his shoulder, it landed Mello on the nose.
Snickering, he wipes the light moisture away, releasing Matt in the process. "Stop making me sound like a John." Tossing his cigarette to the grass, he crushes it to snub out the burn.
"Sorry." With an impish smirk, he adds. "Wanna screw around? I'll give you a discount."
Shoving Matt again, he then gears up to punch the smart-ass on the arm until noticing an approaching stranger. "Matty," He nods. "look at the asylum escapee."
Matt was speechless at the sight of the lank man heading their way at a leisurely pace, but he's for sure coming to them. "Can we help you?" Matt asks when the stranger is close enough.
"No. I don't think that you can." He looks amongst the two, then down at their side as if an invisible man might be their at a shorter height. "You could tell me where your friend is, the one with the white hair?"
"You mean, Near?" Matt asks while removing his goggles for a look with a little less orange to it.
He's even more surprised by the man's odd appearance. Black, white, and blue accented all over. He has an icepop to match his blue jeans. The man looked at them though, as if they were the odd balls. They could imagine that they did look a little rustic, being homeless and all.
"Yes, I believe that was his name." Replied the man deciding that his frozen treat were suddenly more important than their conversation, because he turned away from them to suck on it as he took his leave.
Not liking his show of interest in the missing friend, Mello follows after him and spins him around by the shoulder. "Why are you asking about Near? How the hell do you know him?"
"We used to talk." The man replied dully. "I wondered how he was doing, and figured since its such a beautiful day maybe he'd like to play chess with me." He points to one of the stone tables where boards and pieces are set up for anyone interested in playing a game. "But since he's no longer with you, I guess his plan worked out. Sorry to have bothered you." He turns again to leave, but he's again stopped by Mello.
"What plan?" He snips. "He never said anything to us about leaving. We thought he'd gone back to the orphanage."
"That's because he couldn't be your burden anymore... nor let his feelings for you burden him." Talking around the popcicle, he adds. "Near said that he wanted to rent a room with someone. If you're looking for him, you can try finding out something about that."
"We're not looking for him... and if you see him before us, you can tell that little rat to stay gone." Mello grabbed Matt by the bicep and dragged him out of the park. "That kid's got some nerve."
"Does that mean we're gonna look for him?" Matt asks straightening from his dragged state.
"Only so we can kill him for not telling us, then he can do whatever he wants." Replied the disgruntled blond. "The little freak had better be all right."
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"Can you hear me, Near?" Gevanni calls to the slowly rousing male. "Near? Wake up."
Near groaned.
"I can't believe you're alive."
"What do you..." He grunts when trying to sit up. "mean?"
Gevanni studies the male's battered face. Those few days without beatings have somewhat lessened the purple bruises, but overall the kid is a nasty mess. And that fall didn't help it. He'd been coming home with a buddy to dispose of the corpse in his basement and is instead greeted by the sight of him tripping over weak feet and toppling down the long row of stairs that lead up the hill to his home.
The teen offered him a blank expression when waking up, where he should be terrified. His friend, Rester was just as surprised, more so when asked to treat the injured male's wounds. He's a licensed doctor. But he told Gevanni that he'll need Arthur's help to set the broken arm, he could slip him into the hospital's free clinic to get it done; all of which the F.B.I agent agreed to before his friend took leave. He does not want to be identified if the kid gets away again.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" He asks brushing off the male's question.
Near looked at him. "Two. What happened?"
"You fell again."
"Again? Do I do that a lot?" Near looks around the room confused. "Do I know you?"
"I... you don't remember who I am?"
The blank expression said it all, and Gevanni got a sort of sick look on his face. He wasn't sure he'd ever been this happy before in his life. Not since the last one. Which is why he asked. "What do you remember?"
Near thought about this, then replied. "Waking up and having this conversation."
"Your..." And Gevanni was going into acting mode now. "You must have amnesia, oh no..." He shakes his head in dismay, a sad expression gracing his face. "All things considered, you could have died on those stairs." He hugs the confused teen. "I'm so glad that you're all right."
"My body hurts.." He complained in a groan.
"It was a very nasty fall." Gevanni takes a seat beside the boy on the couch. "Near..."
Cutting him off, he asks. "What was I doing out there?"
"Its a little awkward to explain. I think you had better rest for today." He says. "I'll tell you after you've eaten and slept. Okay?"
Nodding, though he seems unsure, Near lays back on the couch and closes his eyes.
He fed me as many lies then as he had when I'd first met him. He told me that I was his butler, that I'd started working for him last year. And we had a close relationship- like friends, and one night it grew into more. That I'd made the first move, and he was reluctant, but it turned out that he liked me too. I didn't know what else to think, because I didn't know anything else. I believed him and that was that...
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