Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. I want a death note for control over light Yagami The Shinigami! That'd be soooooo epically awesome! But I own this scheme! …That's about it…to be honest…wow that sucks! Not really. Or does it?

Lol.

*Sighs calmly*

R&R

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note anime or manga, no matter how much I'd like to so I could change L, Matt and Mello's deaths.

Another Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. (I want a death note for world control purposes!) But I own the scheme! …That's about it…to be honest…wow that sucks! Lol.

Yet Another Disclaimer: If I owned DN then the ending to the anime would have been much, much better and not as sucky.

Thank ya, pwease read and only light flaming will be allowed!

Hope this chappie is satisfactory!

~Luffles, Fairylust~

Near's POV

I let out a disappointed sigh as I left the shelter of Beyond's apartment. He insisted that I stay, but I couldn't. I didn't want to be a burden. Nor did I want to cause him any trouble by harboring a 'crazy kid' in his apartment, besides I knew Linda and Halle would miss me. Maybe nothing bad would happen, maybe they wouldn't call the police and say that an insane kid with psychological issues was 'imagining' being stalked by abusive past guardians/friends/family and that said insane kid was hiding out at his crazy boyfriend's apartment….

That wouldn't go over well at all.

Beyond was probably safer in the long run, too. It helped a bit to think that thought, even though I knew it was a lie. B was more than capable of defending himself, but that's just what I had to believe. It was my only source of comfort. I had to believe that or else I would have to move and get some sort of job, risk losing my new home, while being miserable. Or I would probably become homeless and start eating from some dumpster like a true homeless person may as well does for survival. Swallowing my fear and shoving the nonsense from my mind I walked down the street determined to get home.

Suddenly, though, I was jumped from behind.

My muscles all tensed as I opened my mouth to scream. The sound never came. I struggled furiously wanting to free myself, but it was in vain. My legs tried to kick my assailant's legs, but all I kicked was air and when I did kick the attacker he just gave a small grunt, unaffected. Basically, every attempt I made at getting away was pointless. I felt the colorless cloth as it was shoved against my mouth and nose. There was a wet feeling against my chilled skin, I recall. I was completely helpless against my attacker, whom I had a sneaking suspicion was a specific redhead.

And then I was swimming in black. I can't recall for how long. All that is recalled is that I was unconscious and didn't wake up for some time because when I opened my eyes it was the next morning. I gasped quietly as I began looking around at the strange room I was in.

That wasn't the worst part. I didn't see the worst part until I tried to sit up. The most horrible part was that my wrists were tied to a bed frame with a strong strip of leather and they were really sore. It hurt something awful for me to move myself or try to free myself from the headboard, in fact, my wrists had bruised and were an odd shade of red and there was no feeling whatsoever in my hands. I guessed it was because I'd been lying in the same position for quite a while now. Trying hard to push all negative thoughts from my mind I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Eventually, though, someone came in.

"I think he's still unconscious."

"How much chloroform did you give him?" a second voice asked. The door closed with a quiet bang. "He isn't dead is he?"

"I didn't give him that much."

"Well, obviously you used too much," the second voice said snidely, "seeing as he isn't awake yet. Didn't I tell you to be careful about how much you used, idiot?"

I know these voices. I thought feeling panicked.

"Well, would you rather he be awake and panicking or unconscious and quiet? These rooms aren't sound proof ya know. Kind of makes me nervous."

"Yeah, you do have a good point." The second voice sighed. "Don't worry, though, things will be okay."

"Sure things will be," he said sarcastically, and then added seriously, "until he wakes up and starts screaming bloody murder. If he's as bad as he acted he might try to claw our eyes out."

Sighing the first speaker seemed to move closer. "You don't think you really did give him an overdose, do you?" I wanted so much to do something, but knew that keeping still was my best bet at making them leave and giving me some more time to think. If I could just pull off being unconscious then maybe, just maybe, they would both leave me alone. I was doubtful. They never left me alone before. I guess I should have dropped obvious hints…no, I was blaming myself again.

What happened was their fault, I told myself, not yours.

Then suddenly I shuddered when I felt one of their hands, ice cold, touch my forehead checking for a temperature. It made me tense, and then shudder at the contact. I knew that I was caught when the hand moved away from my forehead. I could feel their eyes scanning my body like I were some sort of precious sacrifice that needed to be perfect before getting forfeited to whatever deity I was to go to.

"Oh, looks like he's playing dead." The voice I suddenly recognized as Matt's said jadedly. Then he added, "Or is just gaining consciousness. He's either awake, or getting there."

The other voice, Mello's voice, muttered only to trail off, "Near, are you…."

"Yeah, I would think so, then again it never is a good idea to jump, chloroform someone, and have them tied up in a small room." Matt said, noticing that I was trembling uncontrollably. "Or he could just be cold, which is a very slim, very unlikely chance seeing as it's fairly warm in here. So, we should probably just go with the idea he's freaked out and pretending to be asleep."

They knew.

I saw no reason in pretending anymore. My eyes opened slowly, first as slits then to where they were opened halfway, staring up at the two older, definitely stronger males, which were staring down at me looking like they were bored with the whole situation, yet in some way they were also excited and it frightened me. Swallowing I felt my breathe catch in my throat as my eyes went from one of them to the other. They could do whatever they want. I was alone now with my past tormentors.

Beyond could not protect me as he had done before. He probably thought I was home alone, freaking out, and trying to sort things out. I felt bad, real bad, if I died he would be alone and him being alone sort of frightened me, not just because of his sanity issues, but because I hated the thought of him being unhappy.

As my eyes stared up at the two people who made my life hell in the past I knew that I was probably, most likely, definitely (as B would probably say) toast. What reason did they have to spare me? I was just a loose end to their abusive pasts. There was no Halle or Linda or Watari. There was no phone for me to use to call for help, no sense of comfort or sign that I was going to be spared, as they had on rather grim expressions. There was no toy to snuggle up in bed with and hug and pretend that I was still an innocent child and L was there to hug and love and protect me from nightmares and bad things.

I wanted to ask them so many things but my jaw was locked. My voice was stuck in my throat lost somewhere. I stared in terror as Mello reached a hand over to my face, whimpering I turned my head away, squeezing my eyes shut. My body tried to shrink away, which was a lost struggle in the beginning. The hand never touched me, though. There was a sigh. "You know," Matt, said with a sigh, "you'd think he'd be more talkative, seeing as it was such a struggle to bring him here."

I was never talkative. I thought.

I swallowed quietly glancing around at my surroundings.

Matt's POV

He must have been guessing he was in some sort of…apartment room, which he was, actually. A hand brushing against his cheek made him flinch and he looked back to the two of us standing over him. It was me, who had touched his face, subconsciously. It was hard to believe I'd ever hurt the poor little guy. Mello didn't seem to think that was a smart move, because he gave me a glare. He didn't need to do that because I got the message after seeing Near was afraid, so I backed off, standing silent beside Mello, watching as Near looked around the room again, not moving his head but letting his eyes wander.

He quickly turned his attention back to us, apparently not seeing any way of escape. I looked down at Near in deep thought about what to do next. My mind immediately noticed how frail he looked. He had always seemed frail before but now he just seemed pitiable and terrified.

Poor little guy. I thought to myself. He might as well be a kidnapped victim.

Near's POV

It would be a lie to say I wasn't afraid. I was terrified. What did they plan? I was just so scared. I wasn't sure how to approach the situation, so I just decided to say the first thing my brain processed and let fly out of my mouth. That didn't work so well. "Why?" I whispered. My fear caused my voice to shake apprehensively. "Why are you doing this to me?"

I don't know what they were thinking, but whatever it was it must have been bad, because Mello quickly got a look over his face and left, followed by Matt. They didn't come back for a while but when they did…I think I was crying…my vision was blurred terribly. I hadn't felt like a child in such a long time. Their reappearances terrified me to no end, bringing back memories of abuse that ended up screwing up my mind in the long run because I never took Linda's advice and got therapy.

"Calm down." Matt murmured messing with the leather straps tying my wrists to the headboard. He sounded really annoyed, yet oddly gentle. "I'm gonna untie you, okay? I will let you go but when I do I don't want you to start screaming and wailing like we're torturing you or whatever."

"Wha-what do you want?"

"Shhh, stop acting like such a baby." He said with a bit of a sad smile on his face. He paused for a moment, sighing. "Geez, I had always thought you'd be all better by now, having gone to therapy or something. Well, I suppose that means Mello was right and you were too stubborn to admit you needed help from a professional."

I stared at him feeling like I was staring at some ancient, evil ghost that was here to haunt me for all the wrongs I have done. He still smiled looking sympathetic, genuinely sympathetic. Matt seemed so much…mellower? I didn't know how to put it how he seemed but I was still uneasy. Memories of past abuse were looming in the corners of my subconscious. This made me uneasy as I sat up and sat on the edge of the bed feeling very sickened by this turn in events.

"Look, Near, Mello and I just want to talk. That's all, kay?"

"I-I don't believe you."

"Yeah, I figured as much, just follow me."

I did as told and followed him. Surprisingly he actually trusted me to stay in the room where the front door was located and expected me to stay. Yeah, right. That was a mistake on his behalf because the next thing I know I was running from the room and to my shock stopped upon seeing my apartment door just across the hall. It was only a matter of time before I barricaded myself in the room.

Beyond became an almost constant companion, sometimes unwilling. I was truly losing my grip on sanity. It slipped through my fingers like sand. I felt so depressed like I was losing some epic battle within myself. Mello and Matt weren't seen for a while. On occasion they would make a quick appearance, but then they'd be gone just as quick as they had appeared. The next few days I tried to get a hold of myself, but he started to get annoyed. He eventually decided to take things in his own hands, which was unexpected, unwanted, and unnecessary.

Normal POV

"Where are we going?" Near asked as he was dragged down the street from his apartment. "Umm, Beyond, why aren't you answering my question?"

"You'll see." Was his only response.

Soon they were at Beyond's apartment where Near felt suddenly chilled for no apparent reason. He gasped when B grabbed his hair and pulled him forwards, lips meeting his. It sort of made Near forget the painful grip on his hair, whilst it also confused him. Pulling back he found the grip on his hair had disappeared but Near ended up leaning in for another kiss.

"You can't hate me for being concerned, okay?" B murmured against his lips, while he felt like he was dizzy and about to fall out. "I promise nobody is gonna hurt you. I'm gonna be here to give some derisive sarcastic remarks, okay? I am not on anyone's side, so I really want you to try and be honest."

"I-I don't understand…."

"You're my little angel and I didn't feel right seeing you so scared, besides you've been pissing me off lately with your weird, clingy need thing."

"Okay?" Near murmured clearly confused. "So what does Beyond mean when he says-"

Before Near could so much as breathe another word out Beyond slapped a pair of handcuffs on the albino's wrist, connecting the other end to his own and then dropping the key in his back pocket. Giving him a confused look Near whimpered a bit as he was dragged into the apartment, stumbling in behind Beyond. Once he was standing straight up he gasped a bit seeing two pairs of familiar eyes staring at him.

"Hey." Matt murmured. "You got any clue about why we're here?"

"No." Near whispered moving to where he was partially hidden behind B, who growled quietly as he squeaked, "Hi." Near then resisted as B moved to where they were sitting just across from the two of them, who were both also handcuffed, but also had their feet tied firmly together, so that they couldn't move much. It was plainly obvious that nobody wanted to be there. "Sorry for the unpleasant situation you're in, but I had to do something." B explained. "I really just want you three to work things out so I can get on with my slow, but sure molestation of my little snowflake, here." He patted Near's head affectionately. His joking didn't ease tensions, if anything it only made things worse.

"So what? You just chloroformed us for no reason and drug us here to talk with some molested sheep, who doesn't even want to talk to us for your own gain?"

"Umm, yeah?"

Both Mello and Matt exchanged glances. The small boy looked uncomfortable as he spoke up. "Don't be surprised." Near said with a visible cringe. "He's always like that, but just gets worse when we're alone."

"Uh-huh…so…how have you been?"

"O-okay."

"Liar." Beyond fake coughed. Near looked to him, silently pleading that he not say anything more about his well-being, or life for that matter.

"How have you been Near, really?" Matt insisted. "You seem to be doing okay for yourself…all on your own. So how have you been doing, lately?"

"Not…I-I mean," He said struggling with what to say, unsure about how to speak to the redhead, feeling afraid of saying the wrong thing and getting punished for it. "I've been a little…umm, I have been doing…fine, I guess."

"That sounds…good." Matt said trying to fake a smile, but only accomplishing a grimace at how obviously confused and afraid Near was. "You look healthy enough."

"Yeah." B chimed in once more. "He sure does, doesn't he? I guess that he covers up the lack of sleep, eating, and exercise pretty well, huh?"

"You're not sleeping right?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Sure you are." The sarcasm dripped from B's tongue carelessly. Turning to the redhead he smiled wickedly. "He usually sleeps late into the day because he stays up late, late at night from reoccurring nightmares. If you ask me he has some demons that he needs to confront."

"B," Near muttered, "don't keep up."

"What are you talking about?"

"I know you only wish to help," he said to the raven-haired young man, "but please don't. I do not feel…comfortable here."

"So," Mello suddenly demanded, "were you uninformed about this arrangement or not?" Shaken by the blonde's voice Near shook his head quickly. He was scared of angering Mello, despite the fact he was tied up and unable to move anywhere close to him. "No, I had no clue, really." He said with a shaky breath. Matt saw his fear and guilt gnawed at him. The silence that followed really annoyed Beyond, so he spoke first.

"Well, guys how much have you been wanting to kill Nate, here?"

Both Mello and Matt snapped their heads in B's direction, both appeared disgusted with question. "What the hell are you talking about?" Mello growled. Near shrank beside Beyond as two icy gazes were locked onto Beyond, who ignored it with ease. Looking warmly to Near he silently told him to voice his thoughts or else he would do it for him.

"I-I thought you wanted to kill me."

"What? Why the hell would we-" Mello cut himself off and let out a frustrated sigh. "Oh, right…."

"I was so scared." He explained as sobs began to take over his small body. "I didn't want to hurt anymore, but was so scared that you'd…you'd…."

"Near," Matt said with a warm smile. "That's not at all what we planned to do. We actually planned the opposite. It's kinda funny…in a sick sort of way…but still…"

From there Mello and Matt explained their plans and promises. They explained how upset they had been to find him gone and all the pain they had felt with each day he remained missing. Near felt so shocked and upset that he just sat and cried into B's shoulder. Beyond cradled him gently glad these things were out in the open, being discussed and sorted out.

Near couldn't believe that the day he decided to run away had been the day the two older boys had snapped to their senses. He wanted to just keep crying until he couldn't cry anymore. The tears weren't those of pain or sadness, though. No, they were tears of relief and happiness, yet there was a bit of regret, as well.

Apologizing over and over for what he done Near decided to give the two older teens a chance to prove they'd changed. After all, they were now apart of his family once again.

This realization warmed his heart and brightened his spirits as he hugged Beyond, thanking him over and over again for the little meeting he had forcibly made. Near knew Beyond had done him a huge favor and for that he felt he would always be grateful to him. In fact, the whole experiance strengthened his love for the red-eyed weirdo or whatever it was B liked to call himself. Near stood up after B uncuffed him a little over an hour or so later.

Handing him the key BB softly kissed his forehead placing the key to the other handcuffs in Near's hand. "It's up to you now, my sweet little angel." he whispered warmly in the albino's ear. "If you wish to try forgiving them and living with them again, then please take the key. If not then you may leave. It's up to you."

Near let out a soft exhale, smiling kindly at Beyond he took the silver key from his hand. Turning to walk over for a second chance Near could almost feel the warm embrace of a hug before it happened.

"I love you." B whispered gently as the whitette walked away from him. "And I always will."