Wedding Day (Death Note Fanfic)

The Story

Near's eyelids clench harder as he feels a very bright light around him. He can feel the rays leak out onto his white, ghostly form and almost into his eyes. The brightness is giving the young albino a strong headache. Considering the heat of the light, and how bright it is, Near concludes that it is daytime; about 1:00 in the afternoon.

'What?' Near thinks to himself, 'why am I finally up so late?' Usually, in those rare moments when he slept in, one of the staff members in Wammy's would come into his room to wake him up.

Near thinks he might be in the common room, its very large windows make the whole room feel blinding, as if Near traveled to the sun and stared at it. Near has a feeling that one of the other kids put him there as a prank. The albino shuffled around the room, trying to find shade. As he walked, he realized that the floor was made of some kind of fluffy, puppy fur-like carpet.

'No carpet in Wammy's is like this!' Near's heart accelerates, using panic as fuel, 'Where am I?!'

Near's hands fall on a doorknob. Desperate for protection from the light, Near opens the door. His wide, gray eyes slowly open, and he sees a closet with nothing but a pair of red heart-shaped sunglasses on a pedestal.

Near hums, 'They're not something I would wear,' he thinks, 'but they'll help.'

He reaches out to them, and slips them on his face. Now, he can look around the room. The room was decorated in whites and soft-pinks. White carpet, walls, chairs, and soft-pink curtains, wardrobe, and a small cabinet in the corner of the room. Near felt a poking pain in the left side of his neck and scratched at it. He felt something thin and hard, like cardstock. He grabbed it and noticed it was a tag.

It read, "To: Near, From: Us."

'Who is "Us?"' Near furrowed his eyebrows, 'Could "Us" be the people who put me here?'

Knocking came from one of the doors. There were four doors in total. One on the left, one on the right, one right in front of Near, and the closet, all completely white; even the doorknobs. Near crept to the door, his hands shaking as he reached out for the doorknob. He opened the door, and outside was...

"Roger?" Near's eyes widened. 'Is Roger here to take me back to Wammy's?'

"Oh, Near," Roger's expression seemed disappointed, "you're not ready yet?"

Near's eyebrows raised slightly, trying to show confusion but not quite executing the expression.

"Ready for...what?" Near asks.

"Your wedding, Near." Roger says, acting as if Near already knew this information.

Near's body freezes, his pupils shrink, "My...what...?"

"You're almost late!" Roger shouts, barging in the room and pulling Near towards a pink changing curtain. Suddenly, Watari enters the room with a pile of white, lacy fabric, obviously a wedding dress.

'This...this HAS to be some kind of dream...!' Near pinches his left arm several times, harder and harder, unsuccessful in waking up each time.

"Ack!" Near yelps as Watari shoves a wedding dress into the albino boy's arms. Roger and Watari begin to remove Near's shirt and pants.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Near attempts to push away the old men, but his arms are suddenly very weak, and his hits do nothing.

Watari and Roger leave Near in the changing curtain, but Near can still see their silhouettes in the room. The small albino boy clutched the dress like a teddy bear, and rocked back and forth. He wanted to cry, yet no tears trickled down his face. After a few moments of rocking back and forth, he realized that these two crazed old men weren't going to leave him alone, and they were most likely going to force him to wear the dress. So, reluctantly, Near put on the dress. It was an a-line with puffy sleeves that reached above his elbows. It looked too big for Near to wear, the albino needed to grow a few inches to properly fit. The dress' hem was like a ball-gown; bell-shaped with layers made of tulle, under it was a sheet of silky fabric.