[Insert Witty Band Name Here] - Part 9
Not beta'd guys. sorry, I was lazy and couldn't be bothered waiting around for someone to do it. i edited it best i could.
it got pretty long too. had trouble rounding the chapter off. so sorry for the length.
title: [Insert witty band name here] - Part 9
rating: M
disclaimer: don't own 'em, never will.
parings: lots (just go with it).
Summery: AU. The boy's start a band, with the new student, Light's help. Lots of relationships and angst at the moment. fluff and pronz when needed.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
PART 9
A lot was going through Matt’s mind when he arrived at school the next morning. Aside from the constant hum of the song they had loosely put together the night before, or that morning more like it, he couldn’t help but feel that today something drastic was going to happen. Whether it was good or bad he couldn’t say, but it made him feel uneasy nonetheless.
Mello had slept through his wake up call and Matt decided he wasn’t going to be late for the blond again so he left him sleeping on the couch in the shed. He was expecting to hear the snarls of anger around lunchtime for not trying harder to get him out of bed. You’d think someone with so much caffeine in his or her system wouldn’t be able to sleep like Mello does. Matt shook his head bemused at the thought.
Wearily dragging his self up the stone steps, he was soon confronted by Near, who looked as tied as he felt. The boy’s complexion was far more pastier then usual and his hair was uncharacteristically flat. And today, it seemed he had nothing to play or tinker with so his arms simply lied heavily at his side.
“Looks like someone shouldn’t have stayed up so late,” Said Matt casually looking Near over. He would have said it with a laugh but it didn’t look like Near was up for joking around. The boy lifted his gaze from the ground and gave a weak gesture of acknowledgement.
“The same can be said for you,” Near paused “Your shirt is on inside out,” He mumbled simply.
Matt felt his face grow hot. He quickly pulled off his shirt and tugged it in the right way. All the while Near, seemed to stare absentmindedly at the school wall. It looked as if there was no thought at all running through his head. Very strange indeed.
“Near? Is something wrong?”
---
Near had wished that he wouldn’t be asked that today. Maybe he looked as detached as he felt. He didn’t quite know what to do with himself. He fidgeted a little at Matt’s words but his friend’s concerned looked was persistent.
Near sighed.
“I think I may be coming down with something…” That was an understatement.
---
“Ah…” Near was keeping something but he wasn’t about to press the issue. Matt was sure that if he was to try and get anything out of Near, that it would only upset the boy. That and the words, “trying to get blood out of a stone” came to mind also.
“… Where’s L?” He suddenly noticed the absence of his gangly friend. And Light too.
“I don’t know. But L is often late, and I imagine Light is recovering from his first long night in the shed,” Near answered as if he read Matt’s mind.
“Right. Ah, here comes Linda with Sayu,” He paused as the girls came up giggling under their breath, Sayu looking much brighter then the day before.
“Have a fun sleep over, girls?” Asked Matt in a chiding tone. “I’d hate to think of all the crap you guys get up to when no ones around,”
Linda laughed. “You wanna know, don’t lie. Anyway, where’s Mello? I baked an extra chocolate cake for him,” Matt couldn’t help the twinge of jealously that ran through him at her words. It was pettish, but damn it, he was the only one aloud to feed Mello. Well maybe he still could…
“He’s asleep. Surprise, surprise. I’ll take the cake if want and give it to him first chance I get,” Matt held out his palm expectantly. Linda looked a little crest fallen.
“Oh… Okay. Thanks, I guess,”
Stay away from him. Matt wanted to say, really, really wanted to say. But he held it in with a fake smile. Linda was a nice girl, annoying at times, but okay. Matt wasn’t a fool though, he was well aware of Linda’s crush on Mello, even if Mello himself wasn’t aware of it.
Mello, belonged to him and no one else!
The realization hit him like a tone of bricks. It wasn’t just the sexual façade anymore. Matt had fallen in love with Mello? Geez, that made his stomach flip.
“Matt, your bright red,” Near’s voice snapped him out of his little internal war. Matt flushed again.
“Oh ah, never mind. Anyway, better get to class, come on guys,”
---
Quillsh Wammy paced his office with his hand clenched at his chin. There was a dull ache residing in his lower spine and a subtle throb of a headache taking residence in his left temple. Today was going to be such a mess and he knew with much regret that he couldn’t put off any longer. He felt old as he listened for the clock to tick closer towards 12 o’clock. Half an hour to go and time was seemingly speeding up, making him age so much quicker he wouldn’t be surprised if he dropped dead right then and there.
L hadn’t come home last night. Probably slept in the shed out in Rodger Estate’s field again. On the lighter side, he was happy about that for once. He would have hated himself if the boy had heard the argument on the phone.
Why must she persist? Why must she come back into the boys’ lives now? Why did she have to go on hurting them, and him too?
L reverts back to his introverted, insomniac self, every time she is even mentioned let alone, sees her. It’s not healthy for him and breaks Quillsh’s heart to see him like that. He’d grown up so much in the last 10 years and it felt like just yesterday when he saw the boy fall into a peaceful sleep for the first time since she left.
And Quillsh Wammy didn’t want that to end. Not today.
And the effect it was going to have on not only L but… It was just too much.
There was a sudden buzz from his intercom. Janice, his secretary, voice beeped through with a soft hum of static.
“Headmaster Wammy, Mrs. Florence is here to see you,”
He sighed. His ex-wife was early. “Wasn’t she always?” He thought to himself.
---
Light was dreaming. He was dreaming about L. They sat beside one another and placed subtle touches over each other’s hands. L soon had he’s head resting against his shoulder, sighing deeply has he found a comfortable crevasse in the nape of Light’s neck.
Everything around them was still except for a noise that resided outside the door to the secluded room. Light was disgruntled by the disturbing noise. It sounded as if someone was knocking against the door with an open palm. He tried to ignore it but it started to get under his skin. He looked at L, but he still seemed at peace, as if he could hear nothing at all.
Light decided to investigate. Shifting himself gently out from under L’s resting body, he slowly walked to the door. Giving one last glance back at L, who smiled serenely in his direction with his eyes closed. Light took a breath and opened the door.
Everything began to crumble. The walls, the roof, the floor, all of it. There behind the door was Near, shaking and whimpering, the balls of his hands pressed firmly into his puffy eyes.
The boy was broken. And it was Light’s fault.
Near suddenly looked up at him, he’s eyes full of pain and angst.
“It’s all right I suppose,” He choked past his tears, “It seems I can’t have him in this life time anyway,”
Light awoke with a start. Lurching forward, he realized he was pinned down by a heavy frail of limbs that encased his body. Shifting himself awkwardly he lifted the dozing L of his numb frame and sent him crashing to the floor.
“Gah!” Cried L as he hit the floor with a thud. Rubbing his head he looked up at Light as he straighten himself on the couch to a sitting position.
“Most people awaken a person with a sweet kiss on the cheek, not throw them helplessly to the floor,” He joked. He crawled up onto the couch next to Light, who was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Sorry,”
Light was secretly taking a mental note from the night before. He’s clothes were in one piece so nothing had really gotten out of hand. But his lips were still pinched and tender, as he let his fingers trace over them momentarily, he recalled the passionate kissing and touching. He had stopped it before if got out of hand but L was pleased either way and fell asleep in his arms.
He looked over at L, who was beaming at him and sucked on a fresh lollypop. Where had he been keeping that? Light thought bemused.
Suddenly he felt it the again, the guilt that had drowned him in his dream. Near, amongst it all he had forgotten Near. He hardly knew the boy and yet he knew his greatest secret. But he had let L come so close now and his heart had rapped itself up in it all as well.
Light felt so perplexed he couldn’t even breathe properly.
“Light? Are you okay? You look pale,” L, asked tensely, his orb like eyes boring into Light’s lowered defenses. He turned away from his stare abruptly. L didn’t know about Near’s feelings which just made Light feel ten times worse.
“I’m fine. What time is it anyway? Are we late for school?” Light said to the wall as he got up slowly. His body was aching lightly from the awkward sleep.
L checked the clock on his phone slipping it out of his pocket with one easy swipe. He stared at the screen for a moment and mumbled past his lollypop. “We’re three and half hours late,”
“Christ!” Light bolted down and grabbed L’s wrist. “What are you waiting for!? Lets go!”
---
Light didn’t want to enter class with L. Not because he was afraid people would get the wrong idea, which in this case, was the right idea, he just didn’t want his teachers and peers to think he was so undisciplined like L. He took his studies seriously. He had a spotless record in his old high school. His teachers treated him like gold, and he’d feel strange if he couldn’t achieve that kind of admiration from his seniors here. Though it was clear now, that simply hanging out with L and his group had hurt Light’s image from the word go. Light was aware of this, and it bothered him. Just not as much as he thought it would.
Not to mention he had missed his chance to talk to Sayu before class. He wanted things to be right with her. He couldn’t handle the guilt he was feeling, for her, and now, for Near. He felt has if something was about to brake inside of him. He just hoped it wasn’t something important.
“Thank you for joining us Mr. Yagami. I do hope this isn’t a habit of yours,” Struck the Math’s teacher as Light entered the room. He flushed and bowed. A Japanese custom that seemed a little foolish to his British classmates, some of which giggled.
“Excuse me sir! Forgive me, it won’t happen again!” He replied firmly, ignoring the snickering from the class.
“And L,” Continued the teacher, as L himself stepped though the doorway with a roguish grin. “You are required at the Headmaster’s office an hour ago. Headmaster Wammy is furious,”
L sighed “Isn’t he always?” He mumbled. He hadn’t even gotten in the room when he about face and took off down the hall. But not before he could catch Light’s eye, in which he gave an affectionate smile.
Light’s heart clenched. Today was certainly going to be a strange day.
---
L was floating. He felt as if nothing could wash away this feeling he had given birth to last night. The moment he had found Yagami’s lips against his, the longing for it all returned with such passion, L thought that he was now officially one of the luckiest teenagers in the world.
And who would a thought he’d turn out gay? He’d never given his gender preferences much thought, but is seemed that the gender to L didn’t matter. His feelings for Light where fueled by the person, not for the body. Though L wasn’t complaining about Light’s body ether. He smiled.
L reached the main office and quickened his pace up to Janice’s desk.
“Janice! How are we today?” He chirped. His sudden appearance made Janice jump. Placing a hand to her heart she looked up at L disapprovingly. He beamed down at her, happy that he scared her.
“L, really, stop doing that. And you’re so late… The Headmaster, L it’s very important. He needs you in there now,” Janice didn’t know quite know how to relay the seriousness of the situation to the boy who seemed to have his head in the clouds.
But L took note.
“Okay…”
---
Near didn’t know why he was here, here with Headmaster Wammy, and his ex-wife Fiona Florence, his best friend’s estranged mother. The situation made him feel edgy and uneasy. Apparently they were waiting for L to show up, and they we’re waiting in silence. They both stood far away from each other. Headmaster Wammy in the right corner by the window, where he stared out, his fingers pressing into his temple. And Mrs. Florence, in the left corner, leaning against a side table, her eyes surveying the carpet with great intensity.
She was tall and milky skinned like L, with blond, almost white hair, pulled back severely into a French twist. She wore thick makeup, as if to apply color to her white canvas face, and her fitted business suit was a deep burgundy. Near couldn’t really remember the days before she left. But he could recall her never looking so upper-class and prudish. She was a homemaker wife, apron and all. Near guessed that, that wasn’t what she wanted in the end, and leaving her husband and young son behind was the only way to gain her place in the world. Selfish, he thought. She should have cherished what she had. He knew his mother would have never done anything like that. But that didn’t matter, not after she had been dead for so long.
Near took a sharp intake of breath. For some reason, it was getting harder to breath.
Suddenly, and finally, the door opened and L stepped in.
“What do you want ol’ m-“ L began loudly, but was cut short at the site of his Mother. Near had been sitting by the door off to the right. He looked up at his friend, who looked as if he was about to turn tail and flee, with his hand white knuckled on the door handle, and his eyes wide with confusion and subtle fear. It took him a long moment to finally step into the room and close the door behind him. Once he did he leaned against the door, ready too turn and run if he needed, shoulders hunched and thumb pressing firmly into his quivering lips.
“What is this?” He managed to utter. His eyes never leaving his mother, and her eyes were on him. It must have been a long time since they’d seen each other. The tension in the room was thickening.
“L, please stay calm,” Said his father quietly, finally turning away from the window and taking his seat behind his desk. “We, er, that is too say that your mother,” he continued “Needs to discuss something of extreme importance to you, to both of you,” He finished with a node in Near’s direction. Near didn’t want to acknowledge being included. He just took another deep breath. It suddenly felt so hot in hear.
“Right, L… Near,” Mrs. Florence’s voice came out crisp and cold. She obviously had what she was about to say rehearsed. “First let me start by saying how nice it is to see you both after so long-“ Headmaster Wammy cleared his throat.
“Don’t drag this out Fiona, get to the point, or I’ll end this right now,”
Near didn’t understand why she was extending these pleasantries to him. He had nothing to do with her, did he? He shifted slightly on the pads of his foot, curled his hair out of habit and watched L closely out of his eye, which was visibly pale and withdrawn. Near wanted to hug L, he felt so sorry for his friend. He didn’t deserve this.
Mrs. Florence faulted slightly in her stance, disgruntled by Headmaster Wammy’s tone, but recovered and turned back to them both.
“Boys you need to know, that, well… I’m sorry but, Near, I’m your mother. You two are brothers…”
“WHAT?! WHAT IS THIS!?” Cried L in fury.
Near, gulped. The heat of the room was far too much. His skin itched and his eye’s ached. There wasn’t enough air in his lungs. His blood thumped its way furiously around his body, but it wasn’t enough, none of it was enough from stopping his world from caving in.
Near’s eye’s fluttered closed as he fell heavily to the floor.
it got pretty long too. had trouble rounding the chapter off. so sorry for the length.
title: [Insert witty band name here] - Part 9
rating: M
disclaimer: don't own 'em, never will.
parings: lots (just go with it).
Summery: AU. The boy's start a band, with the new student, Light's help. Lots of relationships and angst at the moment. fluff and pronz when needed.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
PART 9
A lot was going through Matt’s mind when he arrived at school the next morning. Aside from the constant hum of the song they had loosely put together the night before, or that morning more like it, he couldn’t help but feel that today something drastic was going to happen. Whether it was good or bad he couldn’t say, but it made him feel uneasy nonetheless.
Mello had slept through his wake up call and Matt decided he wasn’t going to be late for the blond again so he left him sleeping on the couch in the shed. He was expecting to hear the snarls of anger around lunchtime for not trying harder to get him out of bed. You’d think someone with so much caffeine in his or her system wouldn’t be able to sleep like Mello does. Matt shook his head bemused at the thought.
Wearily dragging his self up the stone steps, he was soon confronted by Near, who looked as tied as he felt. The boy’s complexion was far more pastier then usual and his hair was uncharacteristically flat. And today, it seemed he had nothing to play or tinker with so his arms simply lied heavily at his side.
“Looks like someone shouldn’t have stayed up so late,” Said Matt casually looking Near over. He would have said it with a laugh but it didn’t look like Near was up for joking around. The boy lifted his gaze from the ground and gave a weak gesture of acknowledgement.
“The same can be said for you,” Near paused “Your shirt is on inside out,” He mumbled simply.
Matt felt his face grow hot. He quickly pulled off his shirt and tugged it in the right way. All the while Near, seemed to stare absentmindedly at the school wall. It looked as if there was no thought at all running through his head. Very strange indeed.
“Near? Is something wrong?”
---
Near had wished that he wouldn’t be asked that today. Maybe he looked as detached as he felt. He didn’t quite know what to do with himself. He fidgeted a little at Matt’s words but his friend’s concerned looked was persistent.
Near sighed.
“I think I may be coming down with something…” That was an understatement.
---
“Ah…” Near was keeping something but he wasn’t about to press the issue. Matt was sure that if he was to try and get anything out of Near, that it would only upset the boy. That and the words, “trying to get blood out of a stone” came to mind also.
“… Where’s L?” He suddenly noticed the absence of his gangly friend. And Light too.
“I don’t know. But L is often late, and I imagine Light is recovering from his first long night in the shed,” Near answered as if he read Matt’s mind.
“Right. Ah, here comes Linda with Sayu,” He paused as the girls came up giggling under their breath, Sayu looking much brighter then the day before.
“Have a fun sleep over, girls?” Asked Matt in a chiding tone. “I’d hate to think of all the crap you guys get up to when no ones around,”
Linda laughed. “You wanna know, don’t lie. Anyway, where’s Mello? I baked an extra chocolate cake for him,” Matt couldn’t help the twinge of jealously that ran through him at her words. It was pettish, but damn it, he was the only one aloud to feed Mello. Well maybe he still could…
“He’s asleep. Surprise, surprise. I’ll take the cake if want and give it to him first chance I get,” Matt held out his palm expectantly. Linda looked a little crest fallen.
“Oh… Okay. Thanks, I guess,”
Stay away from him. Matt wanted to say, really, really wanted to say. But he held it in with a fake smile. Linda was a nice girl, annoying at times, but okay. Matt wasn’t a fool though, he was well aware of Linda’s crush on Mello, even if Mello himself wasn’t aware of it.
Mello, belonged to him and no one else!
The realization hit him like a tone of bricks. It wasn’t just the sexual façade anymore. Matt had fallen in love with Mello? Geez, that made his stomach flip.
“Matt, your bright red,” Near’s voice snapped him out of his little internal war. Matt flushed again.
“Oh ah, never mind. Anyway, better get to class, come on guys,”
---
Quillsh Wammy paced his office with his hand clenched at his chin. There was a dull ache residing in his lower spine and a subtle throb of a headache taking residence in his left temple. Today was going to be such a mess and he knew with much regret that he couldn’t put off any longer. He felt old as he listened for the clock to tick closer towards 12 o’clock. Half an hour to go and time was seemingly speeding up, making him age so much quicker he wouldn’t be surprised if he dropped dead right then and there.
L hadn’t come home last night. Probably slept in the shed out in Rodger Estate’s field again. On the lighter side, he was happy about that for once. He would have hated himself if the boy had heard the argument on the phone.
Why must she persist? Why must she come back into the boys’ lives now? Why did she have to go on hurting them, and him too?
L reverts back to his introverted, insomniac self, every time she is even mentioned let alone, sees her. It’s not healthy for him and breaks Quillsh’s heart to see him like that. He’d grown up so much in the last 10 years and it felt like just yesterday when he saw the boy fall into a peaceful sleep for the first time since she left.
And Quillsh Wammy didn’t want that to end. Not today.
And the effect it was going to have on not only L but… It was just too much.
There was a sudden buzz from his intercom. Janice, his secretary, voice beeped through with a soft hum of static.
“Headmaster Wammy, Mrs. Florence is here to see you,”
He sighed. His ex-wife was early. “Wasn’t she always?” He thought to himself.
---
Light was dreaming. He was dreaming about L. They sat beside one another and placed subtle touches over each other’s hands. L soon had he’s head resting against his shoulder, sighing deeply has he found a comfortable crevasse in the nape of Light’s neck.
Everything around them was still except for a noise that resided outside the door to the secluded room. Light was disgruntled by the disturbing noise. It sounded as if someone was knocking against the door with an open palm. He tried to ignore it but it started to get under his skin. He looked at L, but he still seemed at peace, as if he could hear nothing at all.
Light decided to investigate. Shifting himself gently out from under L’s resting body, he slowly walked to the door. Giving one last glance back at L, who smiled serenely in his direction with his eyes closed. Light took a breath and opened the door.
Everything began to crumble. The walls, the roof, the floor, all of it. There behind the door was Near, shaking and whimpering, the balls of his hands pressed firmly into his puffy eyes.
The boy was broken. And it was Light’s fault.
Near suddenly looked up at him, he’s eyes full of pain and angst.
“It’s all right I suppose,” He choked past his tears, “It seems I can’t have him in this life time anyway,”
Light awoke with a start. Lurching forward, he realized he was pinned down by a heavy frail of limbs that encased his body. Shifting himself awkwardly he lifted the dozing L of his numb frame and sent him crashing to the floor.
“Gah!” Cried L as he hit the floor with a thud. Rubbing his head he looked up at Light as he straighten himself on the couch to a sitting position.
“Most people awaken a person with a sweet kiss on the cheek, not throw them helplessly to the floor,” He joked. He crawled up onto the couch next to Light, who was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Sorry,”
Light was secretly taking a mental note from the night before. He’s clothes were in one piece so nothing had really gotten out of hand. But his lips were still pinched and tender, as he let his fingers trace over them momentarily, he recalled the passionate kissing and touching. He had stopped it before if got out of hand but L was pleased either way and fell asleep in his arms.
He looked over at L, who was beaming at him and sucked on a fresh lollypop. Where had he been keeping that? Light thought bemused.
Suddenly he felt it the again, the guilt that had drowned him in his dream. Near, amongst it all he had forgotten Near. He hardly knew the boy and yet he knew his greatest secret. But he had let L come so close now and his heart had rapped itself up in it all as well.
Light felt so perplexed he couldn’t even breathe properly.
“Light? Are you okay? You look pale,” L, asked tensely, his orb like eyes boring into Light’s lowered defenses. He turned away from his stare abruptly. L didn’t know about Near’s feelings which just made Light feel ten times worse.
“I’m fine. What time is it anyway? Are we late for school?” Light said to the wall as he got up slowly. His body was aching lightly from the awkward sleep.
L checked the clock on his phone slipping it out of his pocket with one easy swipe. He stared at the screen for a moment and mumbled past his lollypop. “We’re three and half hours late,”
“Christ!” Light bolted down and grabbed L’s wrist. “What are you waiting for!? Lets go!”
---
Light didn’t want to enter class with L. Not because he was afraid people would get the wrong idea, which in this case, was the right idea, he just didn’t want his teachers and peers to think he was so undisciplined like L. He took his studies seriously. He had a spotless record in his old high school. His teachers treated him like gold, and he’d feel strange if he couldn’t achieve that kind of admiration from his seniors here. Though it was clear now, that simply hanging out with L and his group had hurt Light’s image from the word go. Light was aware of this, and it bothered him. Just not as much as he thought it would.
Not to mention he had missed his chance to talk to Sayu before class. He wanted things to be right with her. He couldn’t handle the guilt he was feeling, for her, and now, for Near. He felt has if something was about to brake inside of him. He just hoped it wasn’t something important.
“Thank you for joining us Mr. Yagami. I do hope this isn’t a habit of yours,” Struck the Math’s teacher as Light entered the room. He flushed and bowed. A Japanese custom that seemed a little foolish to his British classmates, some of which giggled.
“Excuse me sir! Forgive me, it won’t happen again!” He replied firmly, ignoring the snickering from the class.
“And L,” Continued the teacher, as L himself stepped though the doorway with a roguish grin. “You are required at the Headmaster’s office an hour ago. Headmaster Wammy is furious,”
L sighed “Isn’t he always?” He mumbled. He hadn’t even gotten in the room when he about face and took off down the hall. But not before he could catch Light’s eye, in which he gave an affectionate smile.
Light’s heart clenched. Today was certainly going to be a strange day.
---
L was floating. He felt as if nothing could wash away this feeling he had given birth to last night. The moment he had found Yagami’s lips against his, the longing for it all returned with such passion, L thought that he was now officially one of the luckiest teenagers in the world.
And who would a thought he’d turn out gay? He’d never given his gender preferences much thought, but is seemed that the gender to L didn’t matter. His feelings for Light where fueled by the person, not for the body. Though L wasn’t complaining about Light’s body ether. He smiled.
L reached the main office and quickened his pace up to Janice’s desk.
“Janice! How are we today?” He chirped. His sudden appearance made Janice jump. Placing a hand to her heart she looked up at L disapprovingly. He beamed down at her, happy that he scared her.
“L, really, stop doing that. And you’re so late… The Headmaster, L it’s very important. He needs you in there now,” Janice didn’t know quite know how to relay the seriousness of the situation to the boy who seemed to have his head in the clouds.
But L took note.
“Okay…”
---
Near didn’t know why he was here, here with Headmaster Wammy, and his ex-wife Fiona Florence, his best friend’s estranged mother. The situation made him feel edgy and uneasy. Apparently they were waiting for L to show up, and they we’re waiting in silence. They both stood far away from each other. Headmaster Wammy in the right corner by the window, where he stared out, his fingers pressing into his temple. And Mrs. Florence, in the left corner, leaning against a side table, her eyes surveying the carpet with great intensity.
She was tall and milky skinned like L, with blond, almost white hair, pulled back severely into a French twist. She wore thick makeup, as if to apply color to her white canvas face, and her fitted business suit was a deep burgundy. Near couldn’t really remember the days before she left. But he could recall her never looking so upper-class and prudish. She was a homemaker wife, apron and all. Near guessed that, that wasn’t what she wanted in the end, and leaving her husband and young son behind was the only way to gain her place in the world. Selfish, he thought. She should have cherished what she had. He knew his mother would have never done anything like that. But that didn’t matter, not after she had been dead for so long.
Near took a sharp intake of breath. For some reason, it was getting harder to breath.
Suddenly, and finally, the door opened and L stepped in.
“What do you want ol’ m-“ L began loudly, but was cut short at the site of his Mother. Near had been sitting by the door off to the right. He looked up at his friend, who looked as if he was about to turn tail and flee, with his hand white knuckled on the door handle, and his eyes wide with confusion and subtle fear. It took him a long moment to finally step into the room and close the door behind him. Once he did he leaned against the door, ready too turn and run if he needed, shoulders hunched and thumb pressing firmly into his quivering lips.
“What is this?” He managed to utter. His eyes never leaving his mother, and her eyes were on him. It must have been a long time since they’d seen each other. The tension in the room was thickening.
“L, please stay calm,” Said his father quietly, finally turning away from the window and taking his seat behind his desk. “We, er, that is too say that your mother,” he continued “Needs to discuss something of extreme importance to you, to both of you,” He finished with a node in Near’s direction. Near didn’t want to acknowledge being included. He just took another deep breath. It suddenly felt so hot in hear.
“Right, L… Near,” Mrs. Florence’s voice came out crisp and cold. She obviously had what she was about to say rehearsed. “First let me start by saying how nice it is to see you both after so long-“ Headmaster Wammy cleared his throat.
“Don’t drag this out Fiona, get to the point, or I’ll end this right now,”
Near didn’t understand why she was extending these pleasantries to him. He had nothing to do with her, did he? He shifted slightly on the pads of his foot, curled his hair out of habit and watched L closely out of his eye, which was visibly pale and withdrawn. Near wanted to hug L, he felt so sorry for his friend. He didn’t deserve this.
Mrs. Florence faulted slightly in her stance, disgruntled by Headmaster Wammy’s tone, but recovered and turned back to them both.
“Boys you need to know, that, well… I’m sorry but, Near, I’m your mother. You two are brothers…”
“WHAT?! WHAT IS THIS!?” Cried L in fury.
Near, gulped. The heat of the room was far too much. His skin itched and his eye’s ached. There wasn’t enough air in his lungs. His blood thumped its way furiously around his body, but it wasn’t enough, none of it was enough from stopping his world from caving in.
Near’s eye’s fluttered closed as he fell heavily to the floor.