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Near, Impossible	By : Robinthehellangel Category: Death Note > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

            Hello everyone! I’m so sorry that I took so damn long to update. Hopefully the next one won’t take so long. I decided to do the first part of this chapter in Matt’s POV. That means we’ll get a brief peek inside the head of everyone favorite perverted gamer. Yay! Also, a lot of other random things might happen. I’m honestly making this up as I go along. This is takes place about two days after the last chapter. Enjoy. :)

            Matt grumbled as the sun streamed in through the open curtains. ‘It seems I pulled another all-nighter…’ He thought as he put the controller down and rubbed his face. The lack of sleep over the last few days was catching up to him, fast. He quickly turned off the game and TV. Glancing at the dresser, Matt decided that pajamas were highly overrated. He stripped everything off, save his boxers, set his alarm for two pm and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

            It was now 2:20 pm and Matt slapped the alarm for the second time. He sighed as he sat up. ‘I want to sleep for another 7 hours, but Roger will scold me if he finds out that slept all day again… Maybe I can get Near to come play games with me?’ With that thought in mind, he jumped out of bed and got dressed. After briefly straightening his room, he opened his door and watched a very pleased Mello walk out of Near’s room. After the blonde teen was safely in his room, Matt knocked on Near’s door. He could hear slightly frantic scrambling and then the small voice call out for him to enter. Matt opened the door and frowned at Near’s slightly flustered face. He walked farther into the room and closed the door behind himself.

            “Near, you can’t tell me that Mello was not hurting you just now.” He breathed out, not cutting any corners.

            “He did nothing of the sort.” Near countered.

            “You can’t just sit there and tell me that-“ Matt paused as the lingering scent of sex slammed into him. “… He forced you, didn’t he?” He hissed. Not waiting for an answer, he turned and stormed out of the room, ignoring Near’s alarmed voice calling out behind him. He shoved Mello’s door open and glared death at the blonde teen.

            Mello blew smoke out the open window and flicked his cig out right after it. He turned and looked at Matt. “So, what the fuck is wrong with you?” he hissed out, annoyed. He looked past Matt to see Near trying to discreetly pull the redhead out of the doorway. He smirked darkly, “I see that you got tired of my cock and decided to let the Shut-In fuck you. You truly are a slut, Princess.”

            Matt tried to hold his anger in check, but he was quickly failing to do so. “…How long?” he growled out. He didn’t care what Mello wanted to call him. He just wanted to know how hard Mello needed to be punched.

            Mello’s eyes glinted darkly, gladly accepting the challenge that Matt was emitting. “Do you really want to know? I’m sure you’re dreading the answer. Why don’t you ask the little slut how long he’s been spreading his legs for me?”

            “Stop calling him that!” Matt yelled.

            Mello’s laughter echoed off the walls. “You’re just angry that you’ve been fucking him for a few weeks, while I had over five months of stretching that slut hole of his.”

            Matt could feel his control completely snap and he was across the room and on top of the blonde in a second. He smashed his fist into Mello’s nose, loving the sick sound it made.

Mello didn’t even wince as his nose was broken; he brought his knee up into Matt stomach and shoved the other teen off of him. He stood up and glared at Near, who was frozen in the doorway. Near gasped as Matt slammed into Mello once more. He watched as Matt turned Mello over and punched him in the mouth. He ran off, hoping he could find Roger or someone else who could break them up before things got too bad. His chest felt tight as he ran, adrenaline pumping as he shoved the door open to Roger’s office. Near was shocked to see the only person that he’d been avoiding, ignoring, and trying not to think about for the last two days was standing next to the older man’s desk.

“Near, is there something I can help you with?” Roger asked the slightly flushed teen.

Near blinked, remembering what he was there for. “We have to hurry! Matt and Mello are fighting!” He quickly breathed out. Roger looked over at L and stood without a word, rushing out the room with L right behind him. Near followed the adults, guilt churning deep in his belly. When they made it back to the room, there was an alarming amount of blood splattered all over the floor and a bit on the dresser. The end table was knocked over and the lamp was shattered. Mello was on top of Matt, his fingers tightening with each second.

Roger gasped and quickly pulled Mello off the other teen by the back of his shirt. Mello tried to fight off whoever had him by the back of the shirt, but quickly stopped and let out a gasp of pain. He shuddered and covered his mouth, coughing blood into his hands. At the same time, L was looking Matt over. The redhead’s breathing was raspy and shallow. L quickly pulled out his cellphone and called for a medical team for both of the teens. While they waited, L quietly observed the bloodstained room. Mello wheezed violently with a thin trail of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. He cursed as he wiped his bloody hands on his already ruined clothes. His vision grew fuzzy and dark, Mello cursed once more as he lost unconsciousness. Roger caught Mello before he had the chance to hit the floor.

It was twenty minutes later that Mello and Matt were in a different room, both lying on slightly bloody sheets. The medical team was swarming around the injured teens, working quickly as they could. In a few rooms over, L sat curled up in a chair, Near sitting across from him. The silence that hung over them was severely tense. It was nearly an hour later that Near decided to speak up.

“L, I have to tell you some-“

There was a knock on the door that quickly silenced the small teen. L frowned at the interruption, but called out for the person to enter. It was one of the medical staff. Near seemed to sit up straighter at the sight of the man.

“I have the report that you asked of me, sir.”

L nodded and held his hand out. Once he had both of the folders, he dismissed the man and skimmed through the first one. “It would seem that Mello suffers from a broken nose, black eye (left), two cracked ribs and a broken one that has narrowly missed puncturing his lung.” He paused to close the folder that he was looking at and opened the other one. “Matt has suffered the same black eye (right) and broken nose, but that’s where the similarities end. Three broken ribs, a punctured lung, and a mild concussion...” L trailed off, reading the file more deeply than just skimming it.

Near was biting his lip as L read out Mello’s injuries, but couldn’t stop the nearly silent sound of shock that he let out when Matt’s was read. ‘…It’s my fault..’ Maybe if he told the truth in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened, or it would‘ve happened a lot sooner. He shyly looked up at the man sitting across from him. Although it didn’t seem like the best time to do it, he needed to find a way to tell the truth.

L looked up over the medical file that he was reading to see Near’s face was dark, almost brooding. He quickly remembered that the teen was trying to talk to him before they were interrupted. Closing the file, he sat it on the coffee table in front of him. “…Near, you wanted to talk to me about something?” frowning slightly as the teen seemed to jump slightly and turn his attention onto him.

Near silently cursed at himself. He was hoping that L had forgotten about him trying to start a conversation with him. He fumbled around with what to say. “It was my fault that they were fighting…” ‘Crap!! I didn’t want to tell him the truth just yet..’ He pulled the lock of hair that he was twisting, biting the inside of his cheek to stifle the frustration that he was feeling.

L hummed thoughtfully and nodded slightly. “And how were you the reason those two were fighting?” L knew that those two would fight on more than one occasion, but never to this degree. He looked at the overly quiet teen. After ten minutes of silence, it became obvious that he wasn’t going to answer and he frowned in irritation. “Near.” He spoke firmly.

Near looked everywhere but at the man across from him. He wanted to tell the truth, but it was proving to be a lot harder than he originally thought. When he heard his name in a clipped tone, he knew that he was pushing it. “… Mello was tormenting me and Matt caught him in the act. I… Matt just wanted to protect me, but I didn’t want this to happen....” His voice trembled with heavy emotion.

L narrowed his eyes slightly. ‘Something isn’t right with the way Near is gushing out information like this…’ After nearly twenty minutes of silence and comforting the crying teen. L tried to coax Near into continuing his story.

Near cleaned his face and worried the handkerchief in trembling fingers. There was another firm knock on the door. He could hear L give an irritated scoff under his breath and told the unknown person to enter. It was Roger that stood in the doorway this time. He spoke softly to L, saying something about his presence was needed elsewhere for the moment and pulled him out of the room. As soon as the footsteps could no longer be heard, Near stood and walked down the hall to the room that was deemed the medical bay for the two injured teens. He quietly slipped into the room and stood at the foot of Matt’s bed. Near felt depression pool in his belly. He moved to the chair next to the redhead’s bed and curled up in it.

He curled his small hand into Matt’s limp and frighteningly pale hand, sighing sadly. “…It’s my fault that this happened to you.” Near murmured softly, finding it easier to talk to the heavily sedated teen. “I should have told you the truth when you asked me about Mello… about what he was doing to me. Maybe this would’ve happened sooner..” He took a deep breath. ‘I may as well tell him now… Even though I most likely will have to tell him again…’“I… I was keeping more secrets than you thought I was. I-.. Before you and Mello, there was someone else.. Now that all this has happened, I have to tell him the truth. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I have to do it soon.. I’m sorry that you had to get hurt because of me.”

Near stood up and squeezed Matt’s unresponsive hand a little harder, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Standing straight and turning to leave the room. He froze, seeing L standing in the doorway.

Author’s Note: Once again, I’m really sorry for the huge gap in updates. The reviews I’ve gotten over the last week or so kicked my ass into gear. I know everyone might be a little peeved at the cliffy.

I made you wait so long, how dare I?

Um… Sorry? I really couldn’t find a good spot to stop. Don’t yell too loud, you might scare the plot bunnies away. :/

Anywho, I have a lot of shit coming up in Real Life. My birthday’s on the 8^th, Moving into a new place… You never realize how much crap you own until you have to put it in damn box and move it someplace else…

Now that I’m done ranting, feel free to feed my muse or keep my ass on track. Laters.

~Amy
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