MATT x READER: II

            The morning sun slashed through your curtains like a blade, slicing into your eyes "goddamn it! It burns!!!" You sat up and thought "Everything seems quiet.". The peaceful beige painted room locked you from the menace of the outside world, suffocating you with serenity and the balance of both good and bad is portrayed through the four corners of your room. "So too much bad, is bad… and too much good is bad too?" You scratched your head and thought "Kira is disturbing the balance… he's putting too much goodness in the world. As much as I favor what he does, I still believe in justice." It was silent for a moment, you were waiting for something… something noisy and annoying. Your alarm clock. It hasn't pissed you off yet. "I'm late!" You scrammed, grabbed your clothes and ran outside to the bathroom, you hurried like a road runner and entered the bathroom "M-Matt!?"

"______! Morning."

You were stunned to see Matt completely naked and soaking wet! As often as you want to see him nude, this wasn't the right time, so you threw the towel you had at him. "What's the matter?" Matt asked as he returned your towel and used his to cover his waist down, he had just finished bathing. "Hurry up and get the crap outta here! I'm late!" You snarled at matt and pushed him to the door. You showered with one thing on your mind. Naked Matt.  All that was in your head was his slim body that looks like a work of art, a masterpiece even though his not-so-muscular build was junk-food fed, it was perfection underneath his black and white striped shirt. (That mental picture doesn't want to leave my head alone!)
The water was pretty warm, it was very relaxing for stressed out girl. Since you're already late, you decided to stay in the tub for a while. "~ahh…"

"It took a while!" Matt was sitting on the couch as usual, with a game console on both hands and a pack of potato chips on his lap. "Matt… get dressed will ya?" you ordered as you didn't want him to see you blush. "I AM dressed!" He pointed at his boxers, and this time it wasn't patterned, just plain black boxers which made his body even more pleasurable.  "Put on a damn shirt or something!" You snarled at him, his body teased you just by looking at it. (It was teasing me just by imagining it! LoL)

"Nah, I'm playing…"

"That's another word for get me a shirt to wear, just like last night! I'm not your maid Matt! Go and get a shirt." You exclaimed, in reality, you didn't want him to cover his body. Knowing Matt, he'd just sit there all day and play. "No." he said blankly.

"Whatever. I'm going now, try and feed yourself something that's NOT JUNK." You said.

The SPK HQ was a train and a cab ride away, making it a boring trip you had to put up with every single day ever since "N" called you in. It was really surprising for you to be chosen by a successor of L, the greatest detective, to work with him along with other FBI agents and other members of the CIA to put an end to the mysterious killer known as "Kira". But you didn't have to be THAT SURPRISED, after all, you placed fifth at Wammy's, a genius' orphanage.

"Good morning ______" Near's monotone voice greeted you. "You're late…" An FBI agent said as he handed a short folder with a bunch'a papers in it. "N SHOULD be the one saying that to me, anyway… what's this… don't tell me-"
"Yeah, those are the list of suspects narrowed down by N." the agent interrupted. "So you're all having them followed, am I right?" you asked as you flipped through each and every one of the pages.

"Precisely." N said as he twirled his silver locks with his right index finger. He talked to you with his eyes glued to the monitors. It was pissing you off.

"You can see, this is a risky job, not to mention that there aren't many of us left."

"But it's worth the Risk _____-tan. We all know that there are more lives at stake if we don't capture Kira."

"And if we don't turn Mello in." you added.

"Turn Mello in? I didn't say anything about turning Mello in. If you see him as a fugitive, both of our perceptions are separated miles and miles away. What he did is excusable, for me to say that it is favorable, it would sound as if I wanted them dead, but no.  Instead, there's a very high success rate for a group with a small number to operate flawlessly, take Kira for example, he operates impeccably as he works as an individual. If he were to work with—''

"Yes yes I get you N! Now hand me a damn mic and put me through one of them!" you exclaimed. "Mels is not a Fugitive… but excusable? He sacrificed other people's life to get Kira… He's no different from him." You thought to yourself.  You wanted to bash Near's mouth off so bad, Excusable? Maybe Near too, is no different from them. There are only two kinds of people in the world, Killers and their victims. No such thing as heroes.

"Don't stay behind his fucking car all the time! Try to move into a different lane, but don't lose him!" you screamed at the mic, it wasn't the agent pissing you off, it was Near's ice cold stare that you could feel on your spine "N, cut it out."

"Cut what out?"

"That thing you're doing… cut it out!"

"I'm stacking dices, is there anything wrong with it?" he said expressionlessly.

"I'm not talking about the fucking dices N. Just don't stare… it's creepy, like a pedo stare. Y'know what I'm sayin'?"

With that Near took his eyes off you and continued to stack the dices. "I wonder what's on that kid's head right now?" you thought. During your stay at the Wammy's house, you and near weren't that close, he usually sits on the floor all-day with his blank white puzzle. The white puzzle he used to keep on building over and over everyday have always intrigued you, what could be interesting in something as plain as this?

"_____-tan, please look at the monitors." Near said, he noticed you were spacing out.

The day seemed very long, with doing nothing but giving orders to those who were tailing suspects, staring at the monitors waiting for deaths, sitting and watching Near twirl his white hair. Everyone was tired. Near was surely tired, he fell asleep on the computer chair holding his toy robot.  You looked at him and thought "This guy… he looks so pure with all that white surrounding him. It's like, one touch and he'll shatter. He's… he's condition. It's worse than L's." you examined him a little and he reminded you of L, how he talks, how his hair looks like he just woke up and the awkward sitting position! It's like L was reincarnated into this albino genius.

After staring at him, you've decided to carry him to the bed, you first took his toy and placed it on the desk in front of him and then you wrapped his arms around your neck and carried him on your back. He wasn't heavy as he looks like, he's surprisingly light. As you carry him to the bed you felt how he breathes on your neck, how soft his inhaling was. "I never knew you consumed air Nia-tan." You whispered as you gently put him down and sat beside him. "Near… Near smells like toys… he kinda smells like plastic." you looked at him closely, and touched his hair, it was surprisingly soft to the touch. You then ran your finger on his smooth white cheeks, he squirmed a little for he may have felt your touch. His cheeks, it felt like a baby's tushie, it was warm. You leaned even closer that your lips almost met his, "Near… is beautiful."
Near slept silently like Death itself came to him, you didn't hear a single snore, but his slight movements spoke otherwise.

"N-Nia-tan--!" You were surprised when Near unconsciously grabbed you in his sleep, he wrapped his legs around your waist and fondled your back, he pulled your body against his and buried his head onto your chest. You became Near's human pillow.

"Nnn...N!" you were squirming inside his arms, but you felt something different, you've acquired and alien feeling… "Nia-tan's soft heartbeat… I want to feel more of it, I want it to race against mine."
The dim night light gave Near a different look, it highlighted the right side of his face and turned his white hair to silver, it was beautiful, breath-taking and it was very attractive. Near looked mature as he slept calmly, you felt his soft breathing on your chest, and the warmth of his body encasing you from the coldness. "Don't make me fall in love with you Nia-tan…" you murmured as you rested your head against his and smiled your way to sleep.

"Good night."