A/N: I know I shouldn't be starting any more multi-chap stories until I'm finished with at least two of the ones I already have going… but this idea hit me and I could not resist. Could not I tell you! This is an unusual pairing for me to be writing, and it's my first time with it. Lol I hope you all enjoy it though.

Disclaimer: Don't own Death note.

Summary: Trapped at night in a haunted house with your best friend's worst enemy… who also happens to be really cute… it doesn't get much worse than this. Or does it? SLASH! MattxNear

Chapter 1: Fair is Foul and Foul is Fair

Matt cursed, shining his flashlight onto his finger to reveal the blood welling up around the splinter he'd just received, courtesy of a creaky stair rail. Gritting his teeth, he shoved the flashlight under his arm and set about plucking the splinter from the wound.

The gamer tossed the piece of wood away, and stared numbly at his still-bleeding finger. The injury wasn't bad, it didn't even hurt that much. But he didn't have a bandage or anything to substitute, which was bad. Finally Matt just stuffed his wounded hand into his pocket.

Shifting the flashlight back to his good hand, Matt continued on through the musty darkness.

How did he get to be here? Let's have a little re-cap.

The orphans of Wammy's House weren't often treated to a field trip. Partially because there was a limited number of places within range to actually go, and partially because almost all the ones they did go on seemed to end in disaster. However when an elaborate fair came to the town near the orphanage, Roger couldn't abide the constant begging from any and all of the children old enough to go.

Those deemed worthy of the trip were packed into a bus, driven down to the fair, and set loose with a handful of pocket money each. Mello and Matt had headed for the roller coaster, then the snack bar, and finally the haunted house. This wasn't your average, namby-pamby traveling fair haunted house. This thing was hardcore. It had an age limit of twelve and up, and was set up in an old house that had been abandoned a few years ago when it's decrepit owner died mysteriously… All right so maybe he died of a stroke, whatever, it was still creepy.

It was so well done, that even Mello was a little shaken when they exited, and that's saying something since the blonde was probably the scariest thing Matt had ever encountered prior to the haunted house. Everything had been going so well… then Tabby had to be pulled off the Ferris wheel because she started having seizures, and the paramedics had arrived along with a thunderstorm seemingly out of no where. Mello, who'd gotten a stomachache from all the cotton candy he'd been eating, was first on the bus back to Wammy's. Matt however had thought he'd seen someone head into the haunted house, and had gone in to check, grabbing one of the offered flashlights at the beginning of the attraction.

Preoccupied with the seizing Tabby, Roger had neglected to notice the absence of any children. Preoccupied with his stomach, Mello had neglected to worry about the absence of his friend. And finally, the fair owners, preoccupied with the possibility of legal action and with closing down for the storm, had not checked to see if anyone was still in the house when they locked it up.

All in all, Matt thought it was safe to say this was the worst field trip ever. And he was more than entitled to his opinion, stumbling around in the dark, piles of dust flying around eerie sounds going off. Matt searched desperately for an exit, but all were blocked. The windows had been boarded up for effect, and the door locked to prevent any of the animatronic ghouls to be stolen. Together with the pounding rain and occasional clash of thunder and lightning, the atmosphere was positively terrifying, and Matt gave himself major kudos for remaining in a functioning state of mind.

Wind blew through cracks in the wooden walls, glow in the dark eyes peered from corners, sheet ghosts and questionably lumpy objects twirled ominously on their ropes that hung from the ceiling. With every step, the planks on the floor moaned with age, and the illumination of the flashlight seemed to grow dimmer with each passing minute. Something thumped loudly on the roof of the house, causing Matt to jump and whirl about. The beam of the flashlight panned over something white and wispy and… OH GOD IT WAS MOVING! Matt shouted in horror, leaping back and falling onto the dusty floor, the flashlight spun out of his hands and rolled to a stop… at the slipper-covered feet of a small pale boy that Matt recognized once he was able to breathe again.

"Near!" Matt cried out in relief. The small boy bent and picked up the flashlight at his feet.

"I thought I heard someone else down here…" Near whispered quietly. Matt pushed himself to his feet, wincing as dirt inserted itself into the cut he'd gotten from a splinter earlier. Near shuffled over and handed the flashlight to Matt, who took it gratefully.

"You scared the crap out of me." The gamer laughed, relief still flooding his system.

"Sorry." Near replied softly. Matt raised an eyebrow, looking at the smaller boy more closely. Near was shivering lightly, doubtless due to the fact that he was wearing pajamas and slippers in a big dark house full of cracks in the middle of a thunderstorm. The pale boy had a subdued expression on his face, and was standing unusually close to Matt. Feeling a sudden rush of sympathy, Matt slipped off his coat and drew it around Near's shoulders. Near looked up at Matt in surprise.

"It's kinda dumb of you to not even wear real shoes." Matt pointed out. "Or bring your own coat."

"I did not know the weather would take such a turn as this. Nor did I expect to be trapped in this place…" The albino trailed off, pulling Matt's coat tight around his shoulders.

"Geeze I hope you don't get hypothermia or something." Matt almost panicked at the thought. He had no idea how to handle a kid with hypothermia. Near shuddered once, violently, and pressed close to Matt in an unexpected move. Matt automatically stepped back, and Near didn't pursue him.

"Where did you get the flashlight?" Near asked gently.

"Outside. They had them by the door, in case of emergencies I think." Matt shrugged awkwardly.

"Do you have any spare batteries?"

"Oh… crap." Matt groaned. "I don't… and I've had this thing on for an hour already."

TBC…

A/N: I warn you all, this might just be a teaser chapter. As in, I probably won't get more up till my other stories are done. Still, review enough and you may change my mind! Love you all!