Photograph
Look at this photograph,
Every time I do it makes me laugh...

"Beyond!"

That sweet voice, shrill but beautiful, reached the black haired teen's ears just as he was exiting his room, a small brown package tied with white yarn in hand. He looked toward the sound, smiling when he saw who it was: a little boy, all in white, being chased by a red head and a blonde. The three children - for that's what they were, even if they tried to deny it - were headed straight for him, the white-clad one shouting his name, "Beyond!"

He reached down when that boy finally reached him, lifting the almost-weightless package out of reach of his pursuers. The two of them skid to a stop and looked up at him, pouting. He smiled and waved them off. "Find someone else to chase."
"Aww, but BB!" The blonde, a boy called Mello - though his Letters said Mihael Keehl - said. "He's fun to chase!"

The red head nodded his agreement, smiling at Mello. Beyond bit the inside of his lip to hide his smile - young love was so cute, especially when one was oblivious to it. Or, he amended, noticig how Mello snuck glances at Matt when the young gamer was't looking, when both were oblivious."Fun as it might be, Near did not seem to enjoy it. Now off you go," he lowered his voice to a whisper. "I hear we might be getting a new orphan today."

That made their faces light up like the little devils they were and off they went, two forces to be reckoned with, children with the souls of little demons. Beyond loved them anyway, seeing as they treated him like a human and not like a freak, as some did...

"Beyond?" The voice by his let ear startled him for a moment, causing his head to jerk around toward the little boy he still held. Near's arms had managed to find their way around his neck and his face was hidden in his shoulder. "Thank you..."

"You are welcome, little angel." The nick-name he'd given to the other when they had first met melted off his tongue. He felt the young boy's soft hair - white as the pure snow, pure as the child inn his arms - shift against his jaw, silky and smooth. It was something that always made him feel better, as if it was a gift from above. Gift? That reminded him of the package in his hand. He lifted it up to the other's line of sight.

Near blinked when he noticed the plain brown package in BB's hand, wondering what could be inside. "What's that?"

The curious tone in the albino's voice, combined with the tilt of his head, made BB think of a tiny kitten. It was a sweet image, one that made him wnat to launch into a barrage of "how cutes!" He wouldn't, though: it wasn't in his character, wasn't his nature.

"It is a present for you." The package was lifted further, exchanged from a large pale hand to a smaller one. Near removed his other arm from around the black-haired man's neck, counting on Beyond to keep him from falling. His fingers struggled for a moment over the simple knot, making him frown and look at BB for a bit of help. Quick as a flash the teen had a knife out and sliced through the thin yarn, replacing the blade in his long-sleeved shirt when its task was complete. The only thing that showed it had ever been out was the quick flash of silver that had accompanied it and the clean-cut string. He turned his head away from Near for a moment while the other opened his gift, making sure the knife wasn't going to cut him. He heard the paper slip from the other's grasp and his soft gasp, as well as his cry of, "I love it!"

His eyes returned to the little boy, who was currently winding a hand-knit white scarf around his neck. It had taken Beyond days to make and it showed that his skill wasn't very good (some stitches were dropped, edges frayed), but just knowing Near was willing to over-look it all, that the perfect boy loved his imperect git, was enough to make him happy...

He didn't register the sound of footsteps coming toward them, or the giggles that followed. All he had as warning was a cry from Near and a flash as the camera went off. He turned to see L, the L, standing just a few feet away from them, Polaroid camera in hand, a picture at his feet. He knelt down and lifted the picture up, waving it just a bit to make it clear, smiling. "Look at this photograph. Such a cute picture."

BB barely noticed Near blushing. He barely noticed his own flush. All he recognized was that he was running after L, Near in his arms, the scarf whipping out behind them, yelling for the other teen to give up the picture. L was running away but he, too, was laughing. And, BB realized dimly, so was Near.

He was definitely getting that photograph back.

Look at this photograph,
Everytime I do it makes me laugh,
Everytime I do it makes me...

End Notes:
I'm writing this for my Near, whom I lost two years ago come February seventh. Even though he's gone, I'll always remember him. I hope other people will, too.
I'm hoping to continue this, using lines from Nickelback's "Photograph" as a prompt. I do not own these lyrics, nor do I own Death Note. I'm writing this for someone I love, not just for pleasure. I hope you enjoy.