My Name..? (OC X Near)

Case Closed

11's POV

After a while it was finally night time. I was in my pajamas as I sat awake in my bedroom, going on my dream journal after a while.

Dream 1: Everything was at peace.

Dream 2: Flashbacks from the orphanage.

Dream 3: Near Betrayed me.

Dream 4: I was okay...

I put it back down as I stared out my window, looking at the pitch black sky with a glimmer of stars piercing the black. The buildings surrounded in bright light slowly started to turn off room by room.

I heard a knock on my door as I stood up to answer it. Near was standing there, with a half smile on my face looking a bit awkward since he doesn't usually smile.

"Hey, um...this was for you..," Near said and handed me a white rose in his hand. My eyes widened as I hesitantly took it. I looked at Near who seemed to have a slight flare on his cheeks.

"Thanks, Near," I said as Near nodded with a full smile on his face. He handed me a few files of paper that of course, were in a different language.

"Of course, I can't decode it and the computer almost malfunctioned trying. I was wondering if you could decode it," Near said as I took the pieces of paper and nodded.

"I'll try my best," I said as Near gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

"I love you," he said as I smiled, noticing I was red myself.

"I love you," I repeated as he was about to exit the door when he stopped halfway.

"Promise me something, 11," he said and looked at me with a serious expression in his eyes. "Don't let this, get in the way with the task force or the SPK."

I nodded and put the pieces of paper down on my bed. "Promise."

"Good," Near said and exited my room.

I put the flower in an empty vase and filled it up halfway with water. I turned on the reading light in my room and put the pieces of paper right under it.

"The language is in Icelandic...," I thought and looked at it, furrowing my eyebrows. "The hardest language in the world...," I thought as I paid all of my attention on the piece of paper. I got out the pieces of notes and wrote the introduction, translating it in English.

11 I know that you are the one reading this.

My eyes widened as I put the pencil down as I gulped, knowing that it could have been someone from the orphanage. I started to tremble in fear as I picked up the pencil carefully and wrote down the rest of it.

I know that you're the only one that can translate this. I had one of my men write it in Icelandic for this reason. You are only allowed to show Near and no one else. Not even Linda or any other of the orphanage kids.

I Mello, am still alive.

I immediately dropped my pencil and put my hands over my face and saw what I was staring at. Mello. He's still...alive. I gulped back all the fear and continued to write the translation. My handwriting sloppy because of how much I was shaking.

They had the name wrong because I wore a mask of a man that was murdered. His name was Mihael Kheel. I, on the other hand, am different. As the people from the orphanage, you know how I actually look like. At exactly midnight, when this letter is sent, I'll come through the window and I'll talk to the both of you, regarding the death note.

I have no choice but to be your ally during this. The power of the death note changed me once I experienced it. It was pure horror when I survived that heart attack. I know, Matt is already dead. But if you don't have a lead, I'll say mine. Make sure all the cameras are off and no one will know about this.

I gulped and finished it, a bead of sweat landing on the paper from fear. I grabbed both pieces of paper and walked over to Near's room and knocked on it. He opened it as he noticed my fearful expression and the pieces of paper in my hand.

"H-Here," I said and handed him the translation. His eyes widened after reading the whole thing as I glanced at the clock. It was exactly 11:59 P.M.

I heard a loud thud on Near's window and saw that Mello was there, in the face I remembered from the orphanage. My eyes widened in shock as he had some sort of gear that helped him balance onto the window of the building.

He knocked on it twice and waved. Near rolled his eyes and opened the window as Mello went through it and smirked, taking all of his gear with him as Near looked around and saw the air vent, taking out a wiretap.

"There," Near said and showed it to Mello for proof. He laughed and threw his gear onto he floor.

"Apparently, 11, I see that you and Near, are together," Mello said with a laugh as Near clenched his fists, glaring at the blonde.

"This is why..we never worked well together," Near said, clearly in an annoyed tone. I shrugged and faced the floor, not wanting to see Mello as much.

"So, what type of lead does the SPK have now?" Mello asked as Near had a piece of paper in his hand.

"Misa Amane has the notebook, but there is no Shinigami. If we get our hands on it, then criminals will stop dying since the killing from Kira 2 is still going on," Near said and Mello nodded, smirking as usual.

"So you could say, case closed," Mello said and laughed. Near quickly shut him up.

"Not just yet. Getting the death note from her hands and burning it, however, would cause the case to close," Near said as Mello faced me and smirked.

"And how far did you get with this idiot who turned out to be such a cute woman," Mello grinned and grabbed me by the chin. I had an uncomfortable expression on my face and swatted his hand away.

"Don't. Touch. Her," Near said, shooting another glare. Mello sighed and got his gear.

"Well, I better be going. Put the wiretap on," Near said and lifted up his hood and putting on a black mask.

"Also, don't let anyone know I'm still alive," Mello said and dropped off.

Near sighed as without any talking, I went back to my room and basically collapsed onto my bed when fatigue set in. I was so tired and stayed up until midnight.