"I didn't mean that literally Near." Mail chuckled. "I wanna know you."

"Mail already knows me," Near reminded.

"I know what some asshole wrote about you." Mail offered.

"All apparently accurate information," Near admitted. "As I have yet to surprise Mail. Unless Mail simply hasn't stated so... as for coming into my heart, Mail will have to cease being so fake to do so. I do not enjoy being flirted with or teased... I prefer people who are real."

"That's fair." Mail shrugged. "But I'm not flying you all the way to England just to get laid."

"Satisfying Mail's own curiosity," Near hummed. "Or simply trying to be kind. I am not sure which."

"I can still be puzzling when I want to be." Mail replied. "Maybe I'm just kind and curious?"

"Entirely possible," Near informed, before looking up as the waitress came back with his water. He downed the glass quickly as she took Mail's order.

"...If you sleep, you mind if I move you?" Mail asked.

"I don't mind," Near informed as he curled up in his seat. "I doubt I will sleep. The strongest sleeping pills only relax me... I rarely sleep."

"...If you're relaxed can I move you?" Mail asked. "Or should I avoid touching you at all?"

"I dislike being touched without being asked first," Near informed. "Since Mail asked, it is alright."

"I'd like to sit with you." Mail admitted.

"Mail is welcome to," Near informed. "But I would appreciate it if he would refrain from doing so until after we are in the air and the seatbelt sign is removed."

"You see me wearin' one?" Mail laughed before the plane jostled a little and he rolled out of his chair and onto the floor.

"Mail!" Near snapped.

"Please return to your seat, sir," The flight attendant said as she returned with Mail's drink. "We are going to be taking off soon. Remember that trays need to be up and seats in the upright position, seat-belts on. I will come around when we move to the runway to collect your drinks, so finish them quickly."

"Did we hit something, because the plane moved." Mail frowned.

"We are being pulled out onto the runway now," She informed. "But there are four planes taking off ahead of us, so you have some time."

"Damn, I hate waiting." Mail mumbled as he got back up. "Can't we cut?"

She snorted in amusement, smiling a little. "Sure... let me have the pilot phone the tower and tell them that Mail Jeevas and Nate River-" Near tensed a little. "-Want us to cut."

"You got their number?" Mail asked.

"Enjoy your drink, Mister Jeevas," She laughed as she headed into the second area to brief the rest of the passengers on safety procedures.

"She reminds me of my sister," Near admitted. "Perhaps because her name is Linda."

"I need to get dru- what?" Mail blinked at the ivory-haired boy. "Sister?"

"I have a sister named Linda," Near admitted, his eyes closed - obviously what she had given him was beginning to take effect already. "Well, Linda is not her real name, of course."

"What is her real name?" Mail asked softly.

"I don't know," Near admitted. "I was too young when we came to Wammy's. I only know my own because she told it to me, but I refused to learn hers."

"You wanted to protect your big sister." Mail nodded. "So how did you know Matt's?"

Near paused, before he turned to look at Mail. "I told him mine and he told me his. It was a mutual agreement. What I would like to know is what Mail's real name is."

"My real name is Mail Jeevas." Mail replied with a grin.

"Mail's real name is Marcus," Near hummed. "Nate has it in his phone..."

"Marcus Crass isn't a great stage name." Mail frowned.

"It did not say Mail's last name," Near hummed - still calling the other 'Mail'.

"No, but I offered it." Mail replied. "Since it would have been the next part."

"Next part...?" Near asked, poking one eye open to look at the other.

"Do you want my age too?" Mail asked. "I don't think Nate just tosses that around, he's embarrassed by his most of the time."

"I know Mail's age," Near informed. "He told me earlier..."

"Please fassen your seat belts, we are about to take off," The flight attendant said as she took their finished drinks from them.

Mail got up and took his seat- buckling up and looking displeased.

Near closed his eyes and readied himself for an unpleasant experience.

--Scene Change--

"I am looking over the names of the Yotsuba group now," Light informed as he and L sat beside each other, the chains on their wrists dangling. "See if any of these catch your attention... Shingo Mido, Reiji Namikawa, Kyosuke Higuchi..."

"What's the sudden interest in this organization?" L asked blankly. "Yotsuba...it's a large corperation with several projects that branch out throughout media and even arms manufacturing."

"All if Kira's recent victims have one thing in common," Light informed, looking over at the other. "Their death directly benefits this group in one way or another."