Warning: Potential OOC in various places_

L walked down a long seemingly endless corridor. The walls were white-washed and single giant lights lit the way to some unknown destination. L thought he could smell freshly baked apple Strudel. He blindly followed the scent till he found his prize. L finally reached a room with the same white-washed walls. It was like a little alcove in the middle of the nothingness. Inside this room was a simple wooden chair and table.

On the table sat his one true desire. The allure of the delectable treat was almost painful. There sat the sickly sweet apple strudel that was there for the taking. L approached the table licking his lips. Thin spidery hands reached forward. It looked so very delicious…

L sat down in his normal quirky way and began to devour the apple strudel mercilessly. The crisp crumbly crust that crunched as he bit into it, the heavenly taste of baked apples, the tiny hint of cinnamon, it was all so very tasty. There was just something about apples that L couldn't quite put his finger on, but it reminded him of something.

L was startled as he felt arms encircle him. The scent of apples grew strong again, but the dessert had already been eaten. Auburn locks came into view as the hold on L tightened and tiny wisps of hair brushed against his cheek. Suddenly the connection broke and the feeling of another warm body against him left. L turned his head and was put into a state of complete and utter shock. The detective tumbled out of his chair and careened into the floor.

"Was ist los, mein Schatz?(1)" Light cooed as he hovered over L with a smile on his pretty face.

The presence of Light was not what bothered L, it was what the young man had been and was still wearing. It was a traditional German dress. The coloring was a light blue and white. The tight top clung to Light's body due to his lack of breast, a burst of a skirts came out from around his non-existent hips and stopped just above his knees, a pretty lace fringed apron was tied around his waist, knee-high socks and shiny black shoes, and to top off the ensemble was a tiny bow pinned to his short auburn hair.

"I was under the impression that Light-kun could not speak German…" L said airily as he attempted to breathe normally. Light in return to L's inquiry merely purred and lowered his body down to straddle the fallen detective. Bent knees were placed on either side of L's legs. Light leaned in close, eyes glowing.

"Kuss…(2)" was the one word that finally escaped Light's puckered lips.

"Kiss?" L replied wearily as Light continued to look at him almost as hungrily as he had been staring at the apple strudel earlier. A smile spread across Light's face. The gap between them began to narrow. The intermingling of breath as mouths drew near.

A strange feeling of falling came to L again.

"Oomph"

The floor was cold L determined as he lies there slightly dazed. It took a moment for him to actually register what had happened. A frown formed on his face as he took note of the tangled mess of sheets wrapped around him. The act of falling out of one's own bed seemed so implausible for someone such as himself.

Judging by how dark the room was, it was still quite a while till dawn. L sighed as he began to pick himself up from the ground. He moved towards the bed and took note that Light remained undisturbed. The young man was still sound asleep and unaware of the happenings around him. L shifted back into the bed again and adjusted the covers over himself.

"Uhn…"

L's eyes snapped back over to Light. Had he woken the youth up this time? It would appear not. Something inside the young man's mind appeared to be what was really bothering him. Light shifted in his sleep with his brows furrowed. He seemed distressed. A nightmare perhaps?

Tokyo was in an uproar, people running this way and that screaming in complete and utter terror. Light was left among these people. He needed to escape. He needed to find somewhere to hide. Things were getting out of control.

The ground began to shake violently.

The screams of the sea of people intensified. The rumblings grew closer. Panic arose in Light. The young man's legs began to burn as he took off running down the crumbling asphalt of the street. Buildings were starting to crumble down in the background. Everything seemed like it was doomed.

Glass shattered around Light as windows from a nearby building seemed to burst. The great beast terrorizing the city was coming upon him. He was going to die. He knew he was going to die, because of the ghastly creature coming after him. A dark cackle added to the city's violent shakes.

Light dared to glance back. He knew he shouldn't have, but morbid curiosity had taken hold of him. His eyes soon connected with the face of evil. Menacing greenish-blue eyes stared back down at him Wisps of blonde hair whipped around the creature's face that held a wide smile. A zap of fear shot down Light's spine.

"Mello-zilla…" Light said barely above a whisper.

Light started to murmur and shift in his sleep. L watched curiously as Light began to bury his face into his pillow with a whine. What could the young man possibly be dreaming about? Light continued to move in his sleep till he found L's arm. Then things got rather interesting….

L, whom was still caught up in the memory of his own dream, blushed prettily. The darkness did well to hide that blush. Light clung tightly to L's arm and brought himself closer to the detective. Light was trembling. L sighed. With some reluctance, the insomniac cradled Light in his arms in an attempt to alleviate whatever bad dream the youth was having.

This act of kindness seemed to do the trick. L watched as Light began to relax in his arms. The brunette snuggled more into the crook of L's arm. L continued to look upon the young man. He cautiously raised a hand and placed it into Light's hair. Long spidery fingers ghosted through the silky hair. A small smile tugged on L's lips.

Meanwhile…

The meadow was beautiful, luscious, and green. The flowers were just in bloom, pretty white and yellow blossoms. Among all this greenery sat a white picket fence with a tiny hinged gate, and beside the gate stood a little girl. At least it looked to be a little girl…

Golden blonde hair was held up in a dainty black bow. Greenish-blue eyes sparkled as the poofy skirt of his dress swished around his legs. Mello cuddled his fluffy little sheep doll tightly to his chest as the hand held a curved staff. Mello skipped happily the rest of the way to the gate and opened it up.

"Come now my little sheepies…" Mello cooed.

In the distance of the meadow, one could see shuffling dots of white. Slowly but surely, the white dots bobbed along towards the gate. A toothy grin came to Mello's face. The sheep from the meadow began to collect by the fence. Then one by one, Mello started to send the sheep through the gate. Mello seemed content with this task.

Suddenly there was a tug on Mello's dress. The blonde's attention swerved from the opening of the gate and over to his side. Mello found himself faced with curly white locks matching those of the sheep passing though, except these locks belonged to something to completely different from the farm animals. Mello was taken aback as cool dark eyes stared up at him.

Near continued to shift the fabric of Mello's dress in his hands. Those dark eyes did not waver, No expression could be seen on the tiny boy's face. Mello felt himself flush. In the next moment, the sheep doll cuddled close to the blonde's chest was plucked from his hold.

"What are you doing?" Mello said angrily as he stomped his foot childishly. Near said nothing as he studied the doll in his hands. Near shifted the doll around, poking and prodding. Mello watched this as he fumed silently. He wanted his doll back.

"Why?" Near finally spoke.

"What?" Mello growled back.

"Why?" Near repeated.

"Why What?" Mello said irritably.

Near glanced innocently up into Mello's blue eyes. He brought up the doll to face the blonde. Mello twitched at the odd behavior the young man beside him was expressing. Then very suddenly the tiny white boy smirked.

"Why do you have this doll?" Near answered Mello's question with another question. Mello simply tsk-ed and ripped the doll from Near's grip again. A tiny pink tongue stuck out of the blonde's mouth in as he attempted to taunt Near.

"What kind of stupid question is that? Anyways… I don't have time to waste with you. I have sheep to herd!" Mello said snippily. Then the blonde turned to the open gate to finish his duties only to find something amiss. Where had the sheep gone?

Mello whipped his head around this way and that, but to no avail. The annoying albino had hindered his job. He had made him fail! A boiling rage built up in the young man. This was unacceptable! How dare that little creep do something like this! The audacity!

Mello stomped around to face Near once more. However, it would seem the young boy had disappeared with his flock. Where had they all gone to? Something began to shift wildly in Mello's hold. Mello glanced down to his arms and almost dropped the doll in his grasp. The only reason the doll was able to remain in his arms was due to the fact the doll itself was keeping it there.

Tiny hands gripped Mello's arm. The cool dark eyes from moments earlier stared up at him again. His beloved little sheep doll had turned into 'him'. Why had this happened? A smirk appeared on Near's face again as he shifted in Mello's arms. His teeny legs wobbled beneath him.

"Why have a doll like me?" Near questioned.

"I don't have a doll like you. I only have my sheep doll…" Mello commented as he raised mini Near into the air.

"I am what I symbolize," Near replied.

Mello grew quiet, Near was lowered down again in his arms. The words spoken by the young boy muddled around in the blonde's mind. Pretty blue eyes moved to the small boy in his arms. Mello's lips curled as only confusion set in.

"Why would I have a doll like you?" Mello asked softly.

"The reason lies with your feelings for me," Near answered.

"Wh-what? What the hell are yo-you talking about?" Mello sputtered.

"The doll represents your feelings for me. You care deeply for your doll, therefore you care deeply for me," Near said as he brought his hand up to curl into his hair. Mello's face flushed a bright red at the young boy's words.

"No! You're WRONG!" Mello shouted dropping the small boy. Near tumbled to the ground in what seemed like slow-motion. Mello watched as the small boy crumpled on the ground. The blonde stood there in shock momentarily before crouching to the ground. He lightly poked the tiny figure on the grass, "Near?"

The tiny boy didn't move and Mello began to tear up on his accord. He almost regretted dropping the boy. Mello brought his face close to the fallen body. Suddenly cold dark eyes popped open and a dark smirk appeared on Near's face.

"Goodnight Mello…"

Then it all went dark.

Mello bolted up in his bed. His head was fuzzy and it took him a moment to pull himself together. The young man shifted in his sheets and his hand connected with something soft. Mello pulled up his sheep doll from under the covers and immediately threw it across the room. A scowl came to Mello's face and he hopped out of bed.

The blonde shuffled to his door and went out into the hall. He needed to talk to L about the strange dream he had. Well…talk about most of the dream. Mello would leave out certain details of the dream from the detective for various reasons. Heat rushed to Mello's cheeks, but his scowl deepened.

Mello scurried down the hall and made it to L and Light's room. Instead of knocking on the door, Mello opened it and wandered on in. He paused a foot into the room when he witnessed what was happening the bed. Anger boiled up inside.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"

I hope you enjoyed that chapter, Mello's actual Birthday will come soon. The dream sequence for Mello is significant for the sequel I plan to write. I'm kind of excited about this chapter simply for the fact I wrote it in on day.

Translations:

1 – What's wrong, my sweet/dear?

2 - Kiss