#i JUST and completely on accident found out that yagami CAN actually do the same parry attack on bosses

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Omg part 2 for yan light please? Your writing is so on charater for him and yan L was also really good as well

Yandere Light Yagami Pt 2:

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Yandere Light Yagami:

You didn't know you could be this compliant. You didn't. But Light did.

As you both layed in bed, naked, Light holding you to his chest, rubbing soothing circles on your belly, you both had different train of thoughts that were ultimately going to reach the same station. You were thinking about how you had become so... docile? Had you been in confinement for too long? Was Stockholm syndrome kicking in? Was it because of the guilt of not being able to stop him? Or was it because Light killed everyone you cared about?

You had tried to play his psychological games. But you lost. You had managed to get a hold of the Deathnote, and you were going to write his name in but he caught you and broke your fingers. You then tried to play along; you came up with a good system for who to kill. You would do extensive research on each person, serving both purposes: to see if the person truly deserved death and to slow Light down. But you later found out that your efforts didn't matter. He was killing people on a whim and he was having someone else do it for him. Misa Amane. She was quite famous. And pretty too. You didn't know why Light would use you for intimacy, both in and out of bed, when he already had a willing participant.

For every mistake you made, no matter how little, Light would punish you by killing people you were even remotely associated with. Your family, friends, everyone was dead. And judging by the content look on his face, L was going to die soon too. Hopelessness. Maybe that's why you have become like this.

"I love you." Light said, pressing a kiss to your temple as he snuggled you more. "You're so beautiful like this." You really were, in his eyes. Now that you don't fight him anymore, now that you understood that you belong to him, you're beautiful. Light liked you being so... submissive. But more than that, he loved the look of complete defeat in your eyes, the realisation that you only have him in this world now. No ones going to come for you. No one could; only he and Misa knew about you.

"What's next?"you managed to ask him. Whats next on his list of impending doom? He hummed, before replying, "Well, soon all obstacles in my way are going to be removed. Once that happens, I'll become the ruler of the world. And then, I'll get rid of all the filth in this world." You closed your eyes, asking "how? Do you have a new system of justice in mind?" Light gripped your chin, turning your head towards him. "I am the system, (Y/n). I am justice." You saw that crazy look in his eyes. You sighed, turning away from him, but Light suddenly flipped you over, straddling your waist as he leaned down. His hair tickling your face as he looked at you with possessiveness. "Dont look so gloomy, darling. I know you feel lonely when I'm not here, but soon you'll have a baby to keep you company." He said before kissing you passionately, biting your lips hard before getting off of you. "For now, Misa will keep you entertained." He chuckled before putting the cuff back on your ankle, and left the room.

Misa. When you first met her, you knew she didn't like you. She thought that you were trying to steal Light from him, that you were actually in love with him. She tried to attack you at first, but Light had pulled her out of the room and told her that he actually loved her and that you were just a part of the plan, a temporary plaything. And so Misa put up with you. Light would usually put her in charge of you; he had caught you trying to stab yourself with a nail filer after he had slept with you the first time. And now that you were carrying his child, he had to make sure you wouldn't do anything like that again.

Misa came in a few hours later, locking the door behind her like usual. "Hey, (Y/n)!"she chirped, as she skipped towards you. "I brought some stuff for you!"she told you as she dangled big shopping bag. "Hi, Misa. Whats in that?"you asked her, your voice monotonous. She put the bag down and started to uncuff your ankle. "You'll see! But first, let's take a bath." She helped you clean up yourself and the room. Once she was done, she sat you down on the bed and gave you the bag. You opened the bag to find clothes in it. Maternity clothes. You had barely started to show. You were a bit glad that you hadn’t started showing, because anything associated with the baby would make you remember the events that caused it. When you first realised that you were pregnant, you tried everything you could to get rid of it. You didn't want to give him another thing to hold over your head. But once Light found out, he became even worse somehow. He was glad he was having a child; and now he had to do everything to make the world fit for his offspring. He started handing out harsher deaths, killing off people who rubbed him off the wrong way. To you, he stopped being physically violent. But he did become more possessive of you. He wanted to know what you were doing, why you were doing it. He wanted to know if you had fallen in love with him; if you had finally decided to become his lapdog.

When Misa came to know about your pregnancy, she was angry. Not at Light, but at you. But Light manipulated her again. He told her that he didn't want her to have a kid because her body would get messed up. And he needed her as his right hand, and being pregnant would get in the way of that. Once the baby was here, they would raise it together, as if you were a surrogate. Misa bought it.

You knew Misa wasn't stupid. She was actually quite intelligent. You actually enjoyed her company. After Light would do his number on you, it would be Misa who would come to pick up the pieces. She would be the one to wipe your tears away and bandage you up.

You had tried to convince her to let you go, tried to even fight her. But she was too observant. She predicted your moves. She always knew when you were planning something. She saw right through you.

You thanked Misa for the maternity clothes. She had ordered you guys some food, your favourite. As you began eating, Misa looked at your belly, with adoration and envy? "Penny for your thoughts?"your voice brought her of her trance. "Oh! It's nothing. Just thinking about how much Light would love the baby. I cant wait for it to come!" She smiled. You looked at her, shaking your head. "He won't." "What?" "He won't love the baby, Misa. He isn't capable of that."you told her. She smiled, "You're wrong. He does love. He loves me! He loves you too, I know. But he loves me more! And he'll love the baby as well!"

You finished up your food, "Light doesn't love us Misa. Not you, me or this baby. If he did, why would he beat you? I've seen the bruises on your arms, don't try denying. You know that he's just using you to achieve his goals. And I'm just a rag doll for him. You deserve better than him. You don’t deserve the resentment Light gives you when all you do is love him. Once he's tired of us, he'll get rid of us too. He’s hurt both of us. He's hurting both of us." You held her hand, looking her dead in the eyes. "And love isn't supposed to hurt Misa." She looked at you with an indescribable emotion in her eyes, whatever fantasy of Light she had, was cracking. "Whatever. Its not like I've got through to you before anyways-" you were cut off by Misa, her soft lips crashing with yours.

You tried to push her off, but she wouldn't budge. You heard the door open and suddenly she was ripped off of you. It was Light. He dragged Misa to the corner of the room and started thrashing her. "WHAT THE FUCK MISA?! I TOLD YOU TO LOOK AFTER HER! NOT FUCK HER!" Misa starts stammering, "Light, baby. Its not what you think-" She was cut off by Light slapping her. "Oh its not?! You were fucking sticking your tongue down her throat!" "No, it was just an accide-" He slapped her again, causing her to cry. "SHUT UP! I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED YOU! SHE'S MINE! MINE!" Light started choking her, not realising in his screaming fit that he'd left the door wide open for you.

This was it. The perfect distraction. Your moment to escape has finally come. But you couldn't move. Not when your eyes were fixed on Misa.

You were almost a carbon copy of Light when it came to intelligence. But you still weren't able to escape him all these months. Because Light was able to control you because of a single flaw of yours. You cared. You cared about people you didn't even know, but you still cared.

If I leave now, she will die. And with that thought, you lunged towards Light, pulling at his arms trying to get him off. "Light! Stop it! Its not her fault!" Suddenly, you were pushed to the ground. Light started punching you. "Oh I know its not her fault! ITS YOURS! YOU DECIDED TO WHORE YOURSELF TO HER SO YOU COULD GET OUT OF HERE, RIGHT?! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT. YOU. BELONG. TO. ME!?!"He yelled between punches.

Misa looked at you from behind Light's shoulder. She quickly got up and tried to stop him. Pulling at his arm, she yelled again "Light! Stop! You'll kill her and the baby!" But he didn't stop, only replying "She's gone through worse! And if the baby's that weak, then it doesn't deserve to survive!" And just like that, Misa realised you were right. Whatever dream she had of Light and her was gone. She slowly backed away from Light.

Light was still punching you, even though you had lost consciousness long ago. Suddenly, Light started choking up. He got off you, not understanding what was happening to him. He turned to look for Misa, asking her to help him. But as she stood there, with the Deathnote in her hands, he realised what had happened. Misa had written his name. "M-Misa!?" She just stood there, her eyes glazed. Or had she finally woken up? "Love isn't supposed to hurt, Light And you've hurt us. A lot. Now perish."

Once Light had stopped breathing, she rushed towards you. She checked for your pulse. You were still alive. Misa pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "It'll be okay, (Y/n). We'll be okay. I'll fix everything."

You all got part 2, I got the ending I wanted. Everybody wins.

Now if someone here knows how to study biochem or do witchcraft, hmu cause I dont wanna fail exams. Speaking of which, Ill be less active here, so if you do send in requests, keep them short. Or better yet, send in questions. I’ll be happy to answer them. :)

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My @pjosecretsanta2016 gift for @an-yagami! I do realized this is insanely late. Like. Complete, absolutely late. I feel awful. I honestly thought I put this post on my queue, but I was looking through my drafts and it was just sitting there and I really am very sorry. Hope you enjoy this anyway. I’ve never written percico since I’m pretty neutral about it, but I hope you like this anyway!

a long time coming

The first time it happened, Percy Jackson was twelve and on the front steps of his school, waiting for his mom to pick him up. He was probably going to end up getting kicked out (again, his mind supplied helpfully), but right now he just wanted to be home and the school wanted him gone, so it worked out for both sides. He hoped his mom wouldn’t be mad. She probably wouldn’t be, but she might be sad, which was even worse.

“I didn’t start it,” Percy said to himself, repeating the words he told the teacher. “I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone.” He never was, and his mom knew this. Just an unfortunate gift for being at the wrong place, at the wrong time. There wasn’t much anyone could do about it.

Suddenly, he felt an odd, tugging sensation. Percy blinked, the pull distracting him from his thoughts. He looked around, but nothing seemed weird. He stood up and faced the playground on the other side of the street, where the pull was strongest. He took one step—

And his mom’s car pulled over, blocking his view. His mother was smiling sadly from inside, and whatever Percy felt was pushed away. He entered the car and launched into an explanation, an apologies and complaints and stories wrapped into one. His mother didn’t ask for one, never did, but Percy always told her, if just because she’s the only one who understood.

He failed to notice the woman in the playground, the young girl at her side, and the small boy in her arms, watching the car drive away with curiousity and wonder in his eyes

 (Sally Jackson was a kind and strong woman. More than anyone, she loved her son, loved him even when it meant rushing out of work to pick him up from school for something that wasn’t his fault. It never was, and it saddened her to see him struggle to explain to her something she already knew. Still, she could never forget that day when her son entered the car with bright eyes and a faint black halo around him, as it dawned on her that maybe her son wasn’t going to share her fate after all)

Nico di Angelo never put much faith in soulmates. Having a soulmate didn’t guarantee having someone to stay by your side forever, and neither did not having a soulmate mean you would never experience love. His mother had a soulmate, but his father left when he was a baby. He had met people who weren’t soulmates, yet loved each other anyway.

This is why he thought they were stupid. The signs were too vague, and there was no clear way to find your soulmate even if you had one. He wouldn’t even believe the fact that he had one, if Bianca hadn’t told him he already met his soulmate once when he was young, on their last day with their mother before the accident, when he glowed blue in front of her eyes.

Nico still thought it was stupid. The day after he met his soulmate, his mother died. Only another sign that soulmates were a bad thing. Bianca has shook her head sadly when he told him this.

Only a couple of years later, when Nico and his sister and several other kids from the orphanage were visiting a museum, they passed by a group of students. Nico was overwhelmed by a strong voice telling him to go, go, go, but his sister would kill him if he wandered off on his own. So he grabbed her hand and held it tightly, using her to anchor him to his spot, keep him from drifting away.

Bianca was staring at him with wide eyes, mouth open in a small ‘o’ and Nico finally realized what happened. Still, he stayed in his spot, his sister’s hand gripped tightly in his and he willed himself to stay and not run after that group of students. Bianca was all he had left, and he wouldn’t give her up for anything. Not even when Bianca’s eyes softened and told him to just go, or when he wondered if his soulmate wanted to go to him too, but was held back by something.

 (Bianca’s heart filled with joy when she saw her brother glow again. His glow was breathtaking, a beautiful mix if blue and green that rippled and moved around Nico like waves. She knew then, that his soulmate was good. She knew that they would watch and take care of her brother if she couldn’t. Bianca hoped she’d be able to see Nico meet his soulmate. Only family can see one’s glow, and Bianca had a feeling that should she have to leave him, Nico wouldn’t open up to anyone)

The trip to Montauk was entirely unplanned. Percy just woke up one day and decided he had to just go. His mom understood without him saying a word, already off to the kitchen as he contacted Annabeth and Grover. He wanted to hang out with them originally, but something in his mind told him to just go.

Annabeth understood. She had something similar happen to her once, when she had dragged Percy off to a concert without warning. Percy was glad to be there, to see Annabeth's hand clasped in another and a brilliant golden glow wash over her. (It was only later did he realize that oh, that meant Annabeth saw him as her family, and he saw her as his)

He set off, lunch and dinner packed in his bag, and he went without knowing where to go, climbing on the train before even checking where it was going.

The first thing Percy thought when he saw the other boy was, ‘Who the hell wore a jacket to the beach?’. He stood in the water, his black hair and absolute mess, pants rolled up to his knees and his too big jacket flying around in the wind. As Percy got closer, he noticed other details; the deathly pale skin, eyebags too dark for anyone that age, eyes bloodshot, and something very, very, sad about that boy.

Naturally, Percy sat down near him and offered a sandwich. The boy glanced warily at him, but eventually accepted the sandwich. He ate like someone who hadn’t eaten in days. Seeing how thin and sickly the boy looked, it might actually have been the case. Either way, it made Percy sad.

They didn’t talk. They simply sat, the boy devouring the rest of Percy’s food as Percy himself only ate a piece of the sandwich. Percy offered him a drink. He took it with less restraint. After that they sat in silence, enjoying each other's presence even though both of them were fully aware that the other was a stranger to them. Percy didn’t always like the silence, but if felt right.

Eventually, the boy stood. Percy considered asking what happened to him that hurt him so badly. He decided against it. The boy said a soft “Thank you,”  before disappearing from sight. Percy returned home feeling good in a way he never felt before. His mother would later tell him that he was glowing, faintly.

 (Annabeth didn’t know what happened the day Percy cancelled their plans and disappeared to who knows where. The next day though, when Percy sat down at their usual table looking completely the same but entirely different, Annabeth realized what happened. Sometimes your soulmate calls to you, intentionally or unintentionally. Either way, you answer)

Nico scared his roommate, when he returned home late, climbing in through the window with a smile on his face. He didn’t smile much. Not since Bianca, and definitely not around anyone but Hazel. For the first time in a long time, Nico felt good, in the way he struggled to be for a long time before he net Hazel, and even then it was hard.

He fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, and woke up feeling alive for the first time in a really long time. His roommate was quiet when he rushed out to find Hazel, excited to tell her about what happened. She was still half awake, hair a mess as she leaned on Frank's side in the common room. Frank eyes him curiously as he moved around the kitchen and returned with three plates of eggs and toast for the three of them.

The smell of food woke up Hazel fast. Nico and Frank both laughed. Nico quickly launched into a rapid explanation for yesterday’s events. His decision to go out on his own, how he snuck out to go to the beach. His sister’s words about Nico’s soulmate. The pull he felt, and the boy.

The boy. The boy with the dark windswept hair. Green eyes he could drown in. The sandwich in his hands. The rightness Nico felt. But he couldn’t tell, couldn’t tell for sure if that boy was the one. No way to tell if he was the one other than gut feeling, but that wasn’t the point. What if he wasn’t, and Nico was going to end up losing someone he cared for again?

Hazel laughed and placed her hand on this, reminding him to calm down. She didn’t know for sure either, not until months after she and Frank started dating and they went on a trip to visit his grandmother. “It’s going to be fine,” she said. “Give it a chance.”

 (and unspoken, though Nico heard it anyway, “I could help, please, I want to, but you have to let me in.”)

Percy talked to his mother. His mother, who never found out if she had a soulmate or not. His mother, who didn’t know but fell in love with his father anyway (the one who left, the one Percy never met). She told him it just felt right. If he met them, he would know. She did, and she didn’t regret a thing. “Because you’re here now, and I’m glad for that,” she added.

Annabeth was his second option, because he was there when it happened for her. She smiled and told him that it might have already happened for him, and if he just bothered to ask his mom, he would know and they wouldn’t need to meet up at all. She was smiling throughout the entire explanation, and Percy knew she was glad he called her anyway.

Grover on the other side, just laughed. “If you want to go for it, go for it,” he told Percy. “You’re the one who’s going to know in the end. Call for the boy. He’ll show up.”

Percy didn’t, not that day.

The week after, he came into the café, sat down at the table by the window. The only thing in his mind was, ‘I want to see you again.’

��(Grover thought Percy was great, really. He helped him get through so many things before, and Grover would probably be dead in a ditch somewhere if it weren’t for Percy — and Annabeth. So it was only right that he told Percy to go for it. He didn’t know about having soulmates, but he did know about feeling right. The way he felt when outdoors, surrounded by nature. If this boy made Percy feel that way, then of course Grover wanted that for him)

The week after, Nico felt a strong urge to go. After last week, he decided that following his gut feelings might be a good idea, so he went. Although he did tell Hazel this time, instead of disappearing without notice. Hazel smiled softly and told him to be careful. Things had been a bit odd between after last weekend, but that day Nico was done with that. He wanted her to know.

As he left, he noticed a bright golden glow around both Hazel and Frank. He smiled.

The pull brought him to a small café, tucked in between two buildings. Through the window, he saw the boy, eyes bright as they met Nico’s. The boy grinned and waved at him. Nico felt another rush of rightness, the feeling that drove him to let the boy stay that day at the beach.

They talked, on and on and on until the day grew dark and they ran out of important things to talk about. He learned that the boy’s name was Percy, he was 19 and lived with his mom. He loved the sea, loved swimming in it and all the animals in it and he was studying about the sea. He told him that his favorite color was blue, and that his mom always tried to make him blue food since a fight with his ex-stepdad. Percy told Nico about his friends, Annabeth and Grover, and how he wouldn’t be studying in college, but probably dying as a homeless man in an alley somewhere.

Nico told Percy about Will, his too cheerful but usually well meaning roommate, who grew from an unavoidable annoyance to someone he might consider a friend. He told him about Hazel and Frank, who helped him get back in his feet when he really needed it. He told him how other people usually saw him as weird and creepy, and how a majority of them had this strange believe that he could talk to ghosts. Even better, he mentioned that some of them genuinely believed that he could raise the dead and control them into a zombie army to take over the world. (“Well,” Percy supplied with a laugh, “For a really long time I convinced Grover that I could breathe under water.”)

He told Percy how he used to live in Italy, before he moved here with his mother and sister. His mother, who died when he nine. His sister, who died a couple of years later and left him alone and slowly fading away, the only thing keeping him around was a feeling that there was still something waiting for him.

“We’ve met before,” Percy said.

“Yeah. We have,” Nico replied.

Percy laughed and Nico joined in, feeling the happiest he’s been in a really long time. ‘This is nice,’ he thought to himself. ‘Really nice.’

At the end of the day, they both agreed on two things; Pizza was food of the gods, and the definitely should have done this soulmate thing a lot sooner.

(their glow was deep, rich, midnight blue, a mix between Percy’s vibrant blue and Nico’s dark colors. Nico decided it was his new favorite color.)

So yeah! that was a really odd soulmate AU, but I tried? I really just wanted to write a soulmate AU? I hope it made sense. Yeah.

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team guardian OOC rules and app.

confession: i was inspired to make this blog specifically for @team-guardian, but then i realized: well as long as i’m making a near, i might as well take my first step into the death note fandom too. since the guardian AU is starting just about right now, i should get this up ASAP.

the only ooc rule i have for you all in the guardian AU is that all guardian AU group members are automatically canons, whether from death note or pokémon or any other series. currently the only death note canon character here other than mine is @notlindltailor / @shapeofanl, who is currently canon L for this verse. (they’re also current canon watari, assuming no watari comes in.) the below headcanons involving L were developed with shapeofanl in mind. 

if you want to interact with near in the pokémon world, he will have another pokéverse that i’ll put up as soon as i have time. this is especially if you play a canon pokémon character and want to interact, but do not want to join the AU. if so, i strongly prefer that you interact with his other pokéverse. anyone playing your same canon could apply to the guardian AU, at which point i might have to retcon everything we just RPed in order to comply with the affiliated version of your character. thanks for understanding <3

ooc contact: discord - Tian Yagami#5287 other characters: will be applying for Wallace (@hisvanity) name/alias: TIAN (天) pronouns: she/her/hers

character name: nathanaeL LowLight also known as: L (alias - he and his adoptive father share it), Near (when working apart from the L identity for strategic purposes). multiple other aliases, nate (nickname by those who know his real name), nathanael “nate” river (birth name) age: 17 series: death note supports team guardian? no--is actually one of the main people working against it. team: metagross, serperior, azumarill, palossand, pidgeot, sableye. may also use: drampa, tyranitar, alolan ninetales, volcarona. abilities: near is a gifted psychic who has a strong connection with pokémon. like other psychic humans in my headcanon, he can use (in theory) all psychic-type moves that are not legendary-only, though some will come more easily to him than others. currently, the moves he knows best are psychic (duh), hypnosis, calm mind, teleport, future sight, miracle eye and reflect. moves he is having some trouble with include gravity, mirror coat, light screen, trick room, psyshock and psychic terrain. he also has a psychium z that he can use to create z-moves such as shattered psyche.

since i hc all psychics as naturally occurring vessels of deities (though too weak to really be divine without serious training) and that i also hc their specific strengths are related to the deity they’re the vessel of, it makes most sense for near to be a vessel of Uxie. this means that his psychic Affinity (yes, with a capital A) is geared toward the gathering and sharing of knowledge rather than fighting. this makes him good at mind reading, retrocognition, precognition and psychic empathy. he’s not as strong with manipulating psychic energy to attack or to influence his environment, nor is he that good with manipulating peoples’ thoughts; he’s also not so great at illusions, though he’s made more progress in this field than in the others. in addition, since he has a strong mental bond with his metagross, he’s started to develop the ability of clear body (though not fully at the moment, so he can still suffer a cut to his abilities--just not as easily).

personality: he understands the world and the people in it in theory, and his theories are nothing short of brilliant. he’s straightforward and honest, with a built-in bullshit detector and a fairly strong sense of morals, tempered just so with a refreshing sense of humility. though he’s aloof and terrible at socializing, once you talk to him his values and principles are surprisingly agreeable. he likes working in his own space, but is not above asking for help; if compelled to join a team, he may not have social synergy with them but he will always treat them with respect.

however, given his upbringing and his natural traumatized & autistic tendencies to isolate himself, it’s not surprising that he has a somewhat skewed view of how the world works. he’s solved cases and countless mind puzzles with minimal or no fighting, and that’s how he hopes to deal with team guardian, but the sheer force of the organization will make that impossible. despite surrounding himself with tough-looking pokémon, near loathes violence and loathes death even more--he will not willingly cast his partners into a battling system that causes dozens if not hundreds of pokémon deaths each year. instead, he likes powerful pokémon out of a sense of safety and friendship. 

he tends to go for older and more intelligent pokémon (which just so happen to be more powerful bc duh) because they’re the ones whose mental patterns interest him when he reads them. in almost every case he won the right to travel with them not by fighting, but by games of wisdom and mental resilience through which he could prove himself worthy of their companionship and protection. (the exceptions are azumarill, who rescued him, pidgeot, whom he caught as a pidgey bc azumarill was lonely, and metagross, whom he received from the government as a beldum when he started working on cases.) he will do anything to put off actually fighting, as his pokémon are either half-wild companions (who have a lot of fighting experience, just not with a trainer) or artists (he has a youtube channel where he designs pretty things with his pokémon). and that, in the end, might end up fucking him over.

[CW for attempted child murder (drowning) in the biography.]

this boy, according to his own father, was not supposed to exist.

the son of L’s sister, Lindsay Lowlight and her lover, rising entrepreneur Rameses River, nathanael lowlight--born as Nathanael River--was a result of a petty deception. lindsay had trusted rameses and slept with him not knowing he was married. she’d announced to him overjoyed when nate was conceived, but was horrified to learn the reason why rameses in distress over this instead of happy. he demanded she get an abortion. she refused.

when nathanael was born, rameses wasn’t having any of it. he faked being a good father, he wanted to get rid of the offending child in any way possible. this was not only because he didn’t want the trouble nate would bring to him, but also because nate was a prodigiously clever psychic--and he feared that one day the young ESP-er might read his mind and discover he’d cheated (not to mention also discover all the shitty things he’d done to keep his business afloat). from the moment nate was born--and from the moment when nate learned how to talk, read and write in multiple languages via mind-reading at 3 months--he knew he  had to put a stop to this for good. of course, because i’m writing this and everything i write Could Cut A Cake With The Edge™, this meant stopping the little boy’s heart.

he saw the opportunity when the family was vacationing in unova’s White Forest. a few days into their stay at a riverside resort, rameses requested some alone time with the then-five-year-old child; lindsay was delighted that he was finally being the dad she’d wished him to be from the start. however, she was completely blindsided. rameses’ plan was to drown near in the river himself, claim to his lover that the boy was swept away, and next time be more careful to use a condom. accompanied by a malamar that he’d purchased years before (its dark typing and natural manipulative ability shielded his criminal thoughts from nate’s prying mind), they went down to the water to play. hiding his intentions in games and gentle teasing, rameses coaxed his illegitimate son further away from the resort, away from all prying eyes and minds--then seized him and held his head beneath the surface, pinching the nose shut and clamping the palm of the other hand around his mouth. poor nate tried to use his psychic powers to break free. but with such a strong dark-type presence and in such a state of panic, his struggles were fruitless.

he could have had his malamar do it, and do it much more quickly. but rameses was a man who loved visceral gratification--he had to do it himself, get rid of the burden with his own hands, and bury all the rage he’d had with nate in the most savagely satisfying way possible.

of course, rameses did not succeed; otherwise, there would be no story. an azumarill was swimming nearby when she noticed the scene, and even though her level was drastically lower than that of the malamar, she was able to protect him with wits rather than strength. as rameses raged on, she invisibly used an aqua tail to make a wave that swept him away; underwater, she created an aqua ring around his head to allow him to breathe. she swept him downstream face down but secretly protected beneath the surface with this method. rameses, satisfied with this illusion of nate’s death, called malamar back to its poké ball (inadvertently stopping it from detecting that nate was still alive) and went back to the resort. lindsay would have believed him if not for a sharp bite that her son had left on his hand, which looked very much like it had come from a child about nate’s size. coincidentally, a few days after she questioned the bite, she was left braindead in the hospital after a car accident (brought on by a future sight attack from rameses’ dusknoir).

azumarill, at the very least, was doing well. she traveled until she found the next human settlement--which so happened to be the white forest home of a gentleman named Quillish Wammy (otherwise known as Watari), a large house with a beautiful view of the river and surrounding forest. she used uproar to capture the inhabitants’ attention and draw him to the terrified nate, who at this point was still barely able to process what had happened to him due to sheer shock and fear. watari, of course, was on his feet as soon as the distress signal , hobbling down to the water’s edge as fast as his old bones could carry him. out in front of him was the man who would shape the entire course of near’s life, the enigma named L.

when nate first met him, he had no idea just how privileged he was to see the man in person. countless top-ranking criminals from around the world had lied and butchered to get a glimpse of L before ultimately failing in death, yet here he was, a boy no more than 5 years old, face-to-face with the world’s greatest detective. though L was never that great with children, he took a liking to nate, as both of them saw many things in common with each other. most importantly, nate was fascinated with L’s intellect, and L could respect nate’s, which was something he could rarely say of other children. he also had an azumarill who doted on him and playmates, Mail and Mihael, with similar level of intelligence and similar traumatic pasts, whereas before making friends was quite hard. what’s more, his status as L’s nephew really brought him and his uncle together. well into lindsay’s ninth year of life support, they made the heartbreaking decision to pull the plug. nathanael was the only blood family L had left. 

their relationship, though a close one, was not without its strains. for one thing, L hated the entire idea of psychics, since he hated the fact that there were other humans who might be able to access his head. nate was an insatiably curious and prodigiously powerful psychic, who was always trying to get inside L’s head, treating his privacy like a game. L, to some extent, is a “by any means necessary” sort of person. while young nate was no saint, he had a more strongly developed moral compass accompanied by a childish streak of self-righteousness (which went away when he was older--though he continues to be skeptical of L’s methods). most of all, nate wanted to be a detective just like L, which watari encouraged but which L himself only reluctantly allowed. 

it wasn’t as though anyone could do much to stop him when he went on his pokémon journey. while other trainers went from gym to gym, nate hopped from case to case, building a reputation as a prodigy named Near. some people, of course, didn’t take him seriously, or had reservations about involving a child in criminal investigations no matter how smart he was. but he learned to use his age to his advantage--what crime organization could possibly have guessed that a preteen could crack their case?

TEAM GUARDIAN, however, would soon prove to be something else. after spending many of his angsty teen years afield pursuing leads with the help of his psychic abilities, nate was now willing to consistently work alongside L because being on the road had given him some perspective. safe to say, after several years of tension, this new and greater threat brought them together as adoptive father and son. however, the danger involved far exceeds any benefit: this is not the first case nate has solved, but it may be his last.