"I told you he was kind of dense," Nate said, smiling at Mello somewhat fondly.

"But he came all the way here just for you." Mello offered. "Even I'm not dumb enough to miss that."

"I also told you he's a big sweetheart, did I not?" Nate laughed, before he looked at Mihael. "I'm really, um..." His cheeks turned a bit pink. "...Flattered... that you came all this way for me."

Mihael blinked- his own cheeks pinking up a bit.

"...You can do that on cue." Mello laughed at Nate.

"Shut up!" Nate groaned, smacking Mello's shoulder lightly. "Way to ruin the moment, Mels!"

Missy cleared her throat as she saw the heart break on her brother's face and the frown on Mail's. "So, will you explain what is going on now?"

"...Well, you all remember the Kira case?" Mello asked.

Every single person in the room gave him an 'are you kidding' look.

"...Yeah, so do we." Mello snorted. "Well, it ain't over."

"What does Mello mean?" Near asked as he stepped out of the kitchen. "Matt said that Nate saved L."

"That doesn't mean that L called the case...he didn't have evidence against the real Kira." Mello sighed. "...And Nate's actions prevented Yagami from getting his memories back."

Near's eyes went wide in surprise.

"So Raito Yagami isn't Kira anymore!?" Light gasped in awe.

"No, he is...we can't prove it because he doesn't know he is anymore." Mello sighed. "Further more...the show had the wrong count on the death notes."

"Please tell me there was too many," Missy groaned, leaning against Lawliet.

"No." Mello shook his head. "Apparently, as a fail-safe, Light Yagami tore out pages and made more...apparently you can ask for more pages from the shinigami."

"We knew it had infinite pages of some sort," Light admitted, frowning. "That guy's smarter then we ever imagined..."

"It gets worse," Nate admitted.

"How could it?" Missy groaned.

"Brace yourselves, this one really hurts." Mello sighed.

Mihael and Mail looked at each other worriedly.

"The Death Notes that Yagami had made were spread out," Nate explained, slowly. "Including copies of Amane's, as she didn't have her memories either... it was a fail safe that Light put into play in case he didn't get his memories back."

"Who were they given to?" Missy asked, frowning.

"Followers of Kira," Nate explained. "People who would continue the work in his name. But... you see...Shinigamis seem to have a sense of humor..."

He fell quiet for a moment.

"What does Nate mean?" Near finally asked.

Sighing, Nate glanced at Mello. "One of the Shinigami... the one that followed Amane, Rem... with the promise that Misa would be freed of all charges, she... well... made me the owner of one."

There was a sudden tense silence.

"...WHAT!?" Mihael burst in alarm.

"You got one?" Mail asked in disbelief. "A REAL death note?"

"No, you CANNOT see it!" Nate snapped, his shoulders tense.

"That is very risky," Near said, frowning deeply and looking at Mello.

"No, I gotta see it...Christ!" Mihael stepped up to Nate. "Have you used it!?"

"Ugh- I didn't plan on them being here!" Nate groaned. "If you guys can't act serious, I'm going to make you sit in the damn kitchen! Am I understood!?"

"Don't give me that shit!" Mihael grabbed Nate by the front of his shirt and shook him roughly. "What the HELL were you thinking!? Why did you do that! Why Nate! You knew we'd come for you, you idiot!"

Mihael growled and stormed out then.

"Give us a minute?" Nate asked everyone, though his gaze lingered on Mello for a few moments before he followed Mihael outside and pulled the door closed behind himself.

Stepping across the front porch toward the other, he sighed. "It'll snow soon... you don't even have a coat on."

"After all that, you worried about snow!?" Mihael whirled and walked back towards Nate- both of them meeting in the middle. "What the hell were you thinking!?"

"I was an extremely insecure teenager," Nate admitted, staring off to the side. "And I still am an insecure adult... I never even thought you considered me a friend, Mihael."

Mihael reached up and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"I can't believe you played the smartest guy." He said.

The pale boy laughed a little, looking down and rubbing his upper arms. "Yeah, well... can you believe not a single person at Wammy's has any common sense? A bunch of geniuses, but they can't even fathom that on their friend's long lost love's birthday, he doesn't want to be alone..."

He nervously peeked up through his bangs.

"I celebrated your birthday," He mumbled. "I thought about trying to find you, but you were like, ten years old... But I went to your shows a few times..."

"...I never saw you...I didn't know you at all back then." Mihael murmured- looking down. "I started touring when I was thirteen...became on of those teen idols and was one of the few people that managed to keep at it all the up to now."

"I know," Nate whispered, smiling weakly. "I went to your first show..."

He looked down again.

"...It was a talent show." Mihael breathed. "I got first place."

The pale boy smiled a little. "Remember the idiot backstage who knocked over a clothing rack... the one you defended because it was an accident? Yeah... you're lookin' at him."

Mihael looked up and blinked.

"That was...wait, he had...you died your hair back then?" Mihael stared.

Nate nodded. "I've been dying it since I became my own Wammy's kid, really. Apparently they needed a bomb expert on their team and I kind of have a thing for explosives..." He laughed a little.

"...That was NOT on your resume." Mihael frowned.

"Yeah, I left that one off for good reason!" Nate laughed before he sighed and looked at Mihael. "I missed talking to you..."

"...Missed you." Mihael said. "I don't know why you had to be away for so long."

"It wasn't that long for you," Nate reminded. "But I'm sure it feels like forever, since I'm so different now... I'm sure you and Mail both can sympathize with how Near is feeling, although he was a bit closer with Mello and Matt then I was with you guys."

It was obvious by the look in his eyes that the words had a deeper meaning.

"He's going to break down when he finally comes to terms with the fact that he can't go back in time," Nate whispered. "Wammy's was relying on them and he'll feel like he let them down... he's going to need someone to lean on." He glanced up at Mihael.

"...What are you...what do you mean we can't put it back?" Mihael blinked.

"I asked the Shinigami," Nate whispered. "What could have caused us to switch places... and you know what she said?"

"...What?" Mihael asked.