"...Huh?" Matt blinked dully.

"Ugh... I have to pee," Nate lied, before he got up and moved to the door, since the room wasn't one with a private bathroom.

As soon as the door came open, Nate was taken roughly by the shit and pulled up onto his toes- being shaken mercilessly.

"Near, you little creep!" A blonde boy was shouting in his face. "What are you and Matt up to, huh!?"

He continued to shake Nate relentlessly before Matt ran over to try and help the ivory-haired boy out.

Panic began to fill Nate's system, but he managed to stay calm - by the grace of god himself - and kept his voice even. "I don't believe that it is Mello's right to know."

"Eh?" Matt blinked.

"Don't give me that!" Mello shoved Nate back into the room- making him fall over onto Matt's floor- sprawled out.

Nate sat sill for a moment, a little bit stunned. Then his eyes went wide as he realized the back of Near's shirt had ridden up a little on his back, revealing the bottom of the large tattoo that covered most of it.

Mello stood in the doorway and blinked. This wasn't yet the sex symbol that Mihael was playing back home. This version of Mello was younger and wasn't dressed in tight leather, but all black. baggy and loose-fitting clothes- except for his feet, which were bare. His nails weren't even painted. He blinked down with those too blue to be true eyes at the tattoo on Nate's back.

From what Nate understood of Near, he was an extremely logical person... and it was Mello, after all, who wore the rosary - so it probably didn't make any sense to the blonde in the doorway why 'Near' all of the sudden had a large cross with wings wrapped around it tattooed on his back.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" Mello burst- almost as if on cue.

"Fuck," Nate groaned, before he scrambled up and bolted for the closet door, trying to get away from the angry blonde.

"HEY!" Mello sprang and tackled Nate down- leaving Matt to jump on them both to pry them apart.

"Get off me!" Nate snapped, trying to shove Mello off. "Freaking A, you're heavier then I expected!"

"I'm not fat!" Mello snapped before gripping Nate's shirt again and shaking him violently. "Who are you!?"

"Mello, stop!" Matt pleaded.

"Ugh- Stop- Please- You're- Gonna- Give- Me- A- Concussion-!" Nate cried in desperation as he felt a headache coming on. "PLEASE-! MELLO-!"

"And you know who I am!" Mello growled- stopping for a moment, but still gripping Nate's shirt. "Who the hell are you!?"

Silent as the world spun for a moment, the white-haired boy took slow breaths. "Nathaniel River."