InsaneJournal

"You're awfully testy today," Mello knitted his eyebrows together slightly. "Explain."

"New kid," Near heaved, annoyed and still breathless. Really! Definitely signing up for a running class no matter how it killed him. "Something to drink, if you would." Another breath, ruining the drama of his statement. "My liege." Second Coming... what an ass.

One of Mello's lackeys on the other side passed him a glass of water at Mello's command. "And? We get newbies all the time."

"Preliminary IQ testing is off the charts," Near only answered after he had finished the water. Mello looked at him like the prince that fell off his own horse due to  carelessness on his part would stare at the horse. "He's higher than B, and B set a record here." A record that, unfortunately, both Mello and Near wouldn't be able to reach unless they'd been raised at Wammy's since birth. It was just impossible to catch up, given either of their upbringings.

Which said a lot about just what kind of person they were dealing with.

"What about academic records?" Mello demanded at once, and Near could see the gears turning behind the bright blue eyes. Near wasn't particularly fond of hacking, so if he knew this, he had probably looked through the original file. They both knew Near had a perfect eidetic memory. "Discipline? What the fuck were his parents?"

"He got pulled out of the third grade, due to 'peer disputes'." Near interrupted the coming tangent.

"Bullying? Really?"

"Mother's psych rep reads like a textbook," Near switched to industry abbreviations. "Classic overprotective mother. Workaholic, too. CEO of Jeevascorp, International. No specifics on what that does though." Near's body language switched instinctively, from that of one giving a report to that of one reading one as he remembered the pages he flipped through earlier that morning. He balanced more heavily on his pelvis, the back arching backwards and his hands came up half-way to where they were as he had read. He looked down at the imaginary papers to further aide the recall. "He probably could have taken the kids. He was home schooled for a month by his mother--officially, but with that report? Naw--and then by a series of professional tutors. It went into the summer and totaled 2.5 years, year round. Didn't even look like the lad had weekends off, poor kid. He came out of it and," Near looked up at Mello. "And he went into his senior year at high school. He graduated Valedictorian at 12 years old."Near had to look up: he had trouble with sarcasm. "Your wrong though. He wasn't really privileged, his mum was too much of a tyrant. And, you know, with his dad in that money pit of a band, I'd place him as the type who doesn't particularly like being told what to do."

Mello's head whipped from side to side, as if daring the intruder to make himself known in this instant. Near smirked delightedly.

"He's been sedated. Violently opposed to being touched, much less brought here. Broke his leg and several other ribs--Adam's going to be in the offices for weeks."

In unison, the duo smirked. Adam deserved it.

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"I spit on your rules," the hot--redhead matched actions to words.  He was bound to a medical table as the doctors worked on his leg--it was completely dhattered--and he had more drugs running through his blood than was needed to knock out a horse with enough left over to knock out the doctor, yet he was still awake and stubborn.