A Reunion of sorts [private]

[near_your_enemy]

Near stands in the kitchen, eyes dark as he looks through the cupboards.  He's only been here a few days, but it's enough to know that he wants nothing to do with this place.  Even back at home when he was losing his war with L, it was better than being here.  He was powerless, no Notebook, no shinigami, and surrounded by all of those bastard detectives.  L.  He could hardly stand one of them being in his world, but here... he'd met so many.  And they were all pitifully still endeared to their own stupid, low ideals of justice.  L was flawed.  He was not.

He finally straightens up, pulling out some animal crackers with a small sigh, before speaking in a low voice to himself.

"I don't suppose things could get any worse..."