...This definitely isn't my hideout.
Black now. Nothing but darkness. A dreamless sleep.
Or was it?
With the crude sensation that his stomach was being pulled violently from him, Near woke with a start in the dark kitchen of the mansion. He was on the floor--now why was he on the floor? And where was this? His eyes widened only for the briefest moment, before patting at his stomach, his hair, his chest to make sure that everything was in working order, before forcing himself to calm down. This couldn't be one of L's tricks, could it? He scowled at the thought, only allowing the expression seep through into his features because there was nobody to see him do it.
Right. Establishing his surroundings should have been his first priority. After that, a plan. After that, he would have time for panic. Blinking, Near looked around. Kitchen. Good. W-wait--not good, where was IT? It, his toy, he had it, he really did, just before he fell asleep, he had it, it had to be there with him because he HAD it, it was there, it was, it was... "Wh-where is it, where is it, where is it..." He murmured hastily, standing up quickly and looking all about him, trying to find IT. He couldn't have lost it, could he? No. If he'd managed to keep it for five years, then there was no way he could have lost it. His favorite toy. But where was it?
((ooc: In lieu of the phethora of new characters, I've decided to make one myself o.0. Meet Kira! Near. He's evil, he's Kira, and he's currently trying to find his Death Note because he swore he just had it a moment ago. Description and story in profile. kthxbai *waves*))