***(A/n) - This one-shot takes places when the children are around the 15/16 at the Wammy House. For those of you who know, Near and the other kids leave before then due to L's death before this, for the sake of this one-shot, L did not die (Yes, my little cinnamon roll is safe) and the children stay at Wammy's longer.  Another thing, I do not write smut, there are somethings in here that would lead to it, but it doesn't go anywhere. SORRY FOR THE LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE IN THE BEGINNING***

~ Your point of view ~

My room was deadly silent except for the occasional beeps coming from Matt's DS game.

Near sat on the floor in front of my bed, stacking a dice castle. He sat in his typical position, his face was emotionless. He would place exactly thirty dice, then drank from his glass of water before continuing the steps again.

Mello on the other hand, was on the opposite side of the empty room, watching Matt play his game while eating chocolate. Upon finishing a bar, he would claim to throw the wrapper towards the garbage can, but the wrapper was always flung in Near's direction. Causing him to get up and walk around Near, stopping in front of the castle he would raise his foot and pretend to swing it forward, acting as if it would knock all of dice down.

Near would just look up, his face completely still. Mentally roll his eyes, then he would then look back down to his creation and continue what he was doing.

The two of them never got along anymore. When we were younger they were friends, now they can barely tolerate being the same room with each other.

Near doesn't have many friends, if he has one it would be me. That was, if he would consider me a friend.

Mello still hang out with me, even if Near was there. He claimed Matt's game noises get boring after awhile and he wanted other company. Saying that, he is still seated with boy and his game.

But here the four of us sat, the only noise coming from the little speakers of the DS. I watched the three boys be in their own little world.

I looked over at Near as he took a sip from his drink. I now noticed clear glass cup now had a bright yellow lemon wedge on the top, "Near?" I asked, eying the citrus fruit.

He hummed in response, his eyes leaving the dice and slowly made their way towards me. He set the glass down, "Yes, (Y/a/n)?"

"Where did you get that?" I questioned, pointing to mysterious yellow fruit.

"How did that get there?" He mumbled, looked at it in confusion. His facial expression looked different than earlier as he shrugged and raised the glass again, preparing to take another sip.

I leaned closer and that's when I smelled a scent I haven't smelled in years, before I came to Wammy's house. Alcohol. I swatted the drink out of his hands, causing the glass to shatter and the liquid to spread across the floor.

Near didn't notice the glass left his hands, he continued holding it as if it was still there. He tried raising the invisible glass to his lips, when he got nothing he raised his head back, shaking the non-existent cup. He frowned and dropped his hand down.

"I got you this time, Near!" I whipped my around, seeing Mello's eyes watering as he cried of laughter. Matt chuckled before I sent him a glare, causing him to stop and close his electronic.

"Miheal Keehl," I spoke sternly, hearing his actual name instantly caused him to become silent, "did you somehow spike his water?"

He smiled sheepishly and nodded. He pulled out the rest of a lemon and the resemblance of a metal flask from behind his back.

"How did he not taste the alcohol? And how did you get it so strong? How did you even get in in the first place? Nevermind, I probably don't want to know!" I yelled, a million questions racing through my mind. I stood up and walked over towards him, my short figure towering over his. He clung to Matt, fear laying in his blue eyes.

I looked back at Near, who leaned too far forward when placing a dice and fell on it, destroying the entire creation. "Hey, (Y/n)," he slurred, still laying in the mess of dice, "these cubes taste weird."

"Get out," I pulled Mello up by his shirt, his blonde hairline shining with sweat, "now. You too, Matt. I know that you knew about this." I let go of Mello.

He ran towards the door, stumbling on the dice as he jumped over Near who was making "dice-angels." Mello shoved the illegal beverage back in his pocket, knowing he would be in serious trouble if found with it, and sped out the door.

"I'm sorry, (Y/a/n). I thought he was maybe going to put a few drops in, not make him completely wasted. I didn't think that it was that strong." Matt apologized. He stood up and shoved his hands in pocket, avoiding eye contact by staring at Near on the floor.

"Please, just go." I sighed. I raised my right thumb and index finger to the bridge of my nose.

"As you wish." He nodded and carefully made his way out the door. Closing it quietly behind him.

"Let's pick up these dice, Near." I said softly to the white pile that was on the ground. I walked over and knelt down, starting to pick up the dice. Near's glossy eyes looked at me as he sat up. He scooted his way towards me.

"Let's do something else." He whispered into my left ear, the edge of his lips brushing it. The strong scent of alcohol escaping his mouth as he spoke.

"Like what?" I leaned backwards, away from the intoxicated teenager. 'I am going to kill Mello for this.' I thought to myself.

His hair was hanging in his face as he leaned further. He grabbed my wrists and stood up, pulling me with him. He shoved me onto my bed, his hands gripping my wrists tightly. "Something fun." He growled, climbing onto the bed himself and hovering over my lap.

"Nate, stop it." I tried to shove him off, but he pinned my wrists above my head. He laughed at my attempts to escape.

"No." He smirked, his eyes gazing down into mine. He placed my hands together and gripped both wrists with one hand. His left hand trailed down and caressed the right side of my face. Quickly, he leaned down, forcing his lips on mine.

I didn't want to kiss him back, not this Near, anyways. I've always liked Near, I remembered when I was first brought here seven years ago. He showed me around, being as his room was next to mine and we were the same age. He was first friend I made, and we didn't even have to try.

However, I found myself doing the exact opposite of what I wanted to. Sober Near would never return my feelings, let alone do something like this.

He pulled away and smirked down at me again, "You're all mine tonight." He kissed my lips quickly once more, before leaving a trail down my neck. He kissed around and found my sweet spot, upon it's discovery he began sucking on it. He knew what he was doing, leaving a temporary mark on me. I trembled in fear as I stared at my white ceiling.

After what seemed like minutes he stopped. In one long lick, his tongue glided up my neck and lower half of my face before reaching my lips once more. His tongue glided over my bottom lip, asking for entry, to which I denied.

I felt his hand slide down and stroke my sides as he growled, causing my lips to part in shock. His took immediate action and slid his tongue into my mouth. The taste of alcohol entering as well.

After every area was well explored, he pulled away as I gasped for breath. His face hovered inches over mine, he didn't look pleased though. "I think I'm going to get sick." He groaned and got off of me. He ran over into my bathroom.

I quickly shot up and followed after him, my foot stepping on a dice. Cursing my way over toward the open bathroom door, I saw Near on his knees by the toilet. I ran in and sat behind him on the edge of the bathtub. I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked away as he got sick. I rubbed his back, trying to comfort him while blocking out the noise.

"I-I think I'm okay now." He slurred and pushed down on the handle. He stumbled his way out of the bathroom while I sat still, hearing the sound of my bed squeak.

I stood up to follow him before stopping in front of the mirror. My eyes focused on a circular bruise that was already starting to form on my neck. I rubbed my fingers of the soft patch and walked out of the bathroom to see Near passed out on my bed.

I sighed and laid down as well, shoving him over slightly so I could have room. I stared at the unconscious boy in front of me, his face looking like a child's as he slept. I myself, slowly found my eyes closing.

•~•~•~•~•

I woke up and jumped when I felt a body next to mine. The memories of last night flashed through mind as I slid myself out of bed, trying not to wake Near. When I was out, I looked down at my wrists, the black and blue markings standing out. I changed into a gray sweater, that covered my wrists, and black jeans.

Feeling a slight pain on my neck as I pulled the sweater on, I remembered Near's mark. I looked into the mirror and saw that there was dark purple bruise there now. I went back into my closet and pulled out a black scarf. I carefully wrapped it around my neck, making sure to fully cover it.

I opened the door carefully and made my way towards the cafeteria. Others were already eating as I walked over towards the water bottle fridge. I cautiously looked around and made sure that no one was watching as I slid one up my left sleeve and one up my right. I closed the fridge and walked out the doors, practically running into Mello and Matt.

"I'm not going to question the water, but why are you wearing a sweater and scarf in the middle of summer?" Matt looked up from his game, his eyes gazing at my outfit choice.

I shrugged and continued to walking, only to be stopped by Mello. He had grabbed my wrist, causing me to gasp in pain and the bottle to fall out. Matt quickly picked it up and hid it under his arm so no one saw it.

Mello grabbed my hand and forcefully pulled my sweater sleeve up, causing to me to wince in pain. He then looked at me and began unravelling my scarf. He took it off and noticed the mark, his eyes widening as I gulped in embarrassment.

I quickly grabbed the scarf back and wrapped it around my neck once just to cover it and snatched the water bottle out of Matt's hand. Both of their mouths opened to say something as I ran off at full speed down the hallways and into my room.

I walked in and set the bottles down on my dresser. I unwrapped the scarf and set it down as well. Turning around, I saw on my bed sat a fully awake Near, not showing any signs of a hangover. He watched my every move as his eyes trailed to the bruise on my neck, his eyes becoming wider than Mello's.

"D-did I do that?" For the first time since I met him, he stuttered. He always knew what to say, but at the moment, he was lost for words.

"Yes." I said quietly as I sat down next to him. I stared at the plain white bedsheets that matched his clothing.

"D-did I do anything else?" He asked, still stuttering. I slid up my sleeves as a response and I felt his eyes travel down to my wrists, "Did we...?"

"No." I shook my head, feeling blood rush to my cheeks.

"I assume that I kissed you, right?" He asked quietly, his eyes focusing on my face again.

"A few times."

"Did I at least ask for consent?" He leaned slightly forward, his voicing signaling that knew the answer.

"No."

"Please tell me that wasn't your first." Hidden in his voice was the slightest bit of hope.

"I can't lie." I whispered.  

He thought for a minute then responded, his voice was barely audible, "Then please tell me that you hate me."

"No," My head shot up and my eyes made contact with his, "Near, I would never hate you."

"You should." He said, hidden deep in his gray eyes were sadness.

"Well, I don't." My shoulders shrugging slightly.

"After what I did, you don't hate me?" His head tilting to the left slightly at my words.

"No, Nate." I repeated myself using his actual name.

"What was I thinking? I'll never forgive myself." He mumbled to himself, his eyes looking downwards and lost.

"Don't say that, it wasn't your fault. If it was anybody's, it would be Mello's. He is the one who spiked your drink." I reassured him.

"I'm going to kill him." Was all he said.

"Sorry, but I was first in line." I let out a shaky laugh as his face softened and the corners of his lips tilted upwards.

"This is hard to say," Near looked at me and gently grabbed my right hand, "and I know this may not be the best time. The seal on my emotions have been broken and I can't contain them anymore. Yes, I understand that sounded cheesy, but I like you, (Y/n), more than a friend. And I am so, so very angry that I will not remember what it was like to kiss you for the first time and that I hurt you in so many ways-"

I cut him off by kissing him softly, he froze and I pulled away quickly. Both our cheeks turned a light pink as I shyly responded, "It doesn't matter, you weren't yourself last night. Truth be told, I like you too."

"You... You do?" He asked, his face shocked as his mouth hung slightly open.

"Yes, Near." I kissed him once more, he instantly kissed back and our lips moved in sync. It was soft yet passionate, and we both smiled into it, our foreheads and noses still touching.

*** (A/n) ~ Hey guys, I hope you liked my first one-shot. If not, I am sorry! This idea of drunk Nate popped into my head, so I just rolled with it. Let me know what you think in either the comments or in private messages, I love feedback! :)