Summary: A, BB, and C the first three successors lived in a dream world at Wammy's, one filled with laughter and friendship. Until one single moment made that dream reality shattering everything they held dear and who do they blame for this, L. Leaving Wammy's and wanting revenge their world changes forever. The title of L taints everything it touches, at least that is the view of Beyond Birthday and C, but what happens when C realizes that there is a man behind that title, a man that is far more than just the letter L. No Current Pairings

Author's Note: Hello there! I truely hope that you will give my fic a chance :D This fic is based off information given in the Death Note anime, and anime timeline. Also on the novel Death Note: Another Note-the Los Angeles BB Murder Case. Please review, I really need the feedback to improve!

Rating may change. Starts with Wammy years and leads to BB and Kira Cases. C is my OC and as a pet pieve I will do my best to keep her as far from a Mary Sue as possible so try not to hate her right away. Also while A is mentioned in Death Note: Another Note, he is much of an OC as well, however his storyline will be that which is described in the novel. Also the story will switch perspectives/focus, while also jumping around in time for flash backs and forwards. I will indicate this with lines and dates... but if you have any questions do not hesitate to ask.

I do not own Death Note, owners are Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.

The Beginning, New Name

Chapter 1

May 25, 2007

Darkness enclosed her in the cell in which she sat. Her hands bond in front of her, the metal of the handcuffs burrowing painfully into her skin with every slight move of her body. Even with the present circumstances weighing against her mind, she could hardly believe the predicament she was in. Though exactly where she wanted to be, astonishment was hard to keep off her expressions.

The ridiculous plan that she continuously refused had actually worked, however much credit was due to the mastermind behind it, she could not help but be proud of how well she executed her part. However, no matter how much planning she did, a part of her was not ready for the extremes of her situation. A camera stared at her as if the glass eye of it judged her every move, not to mention those who were actually watching with trying eyes on the other side of the connection; making the fact that she was stripped of all her clothing and sat on the cold concrete floor in nothing but her underwear all the more disconcerting.

The straining of her muscles to relieve the pressure on her wrists was becoming quite uncomfortable and the silence of her surroundings became more and more eerie with every passing second. She thought even elevator music could be better than silence. Boredom, however, was her worst enemy, for it brought with it memories and thoughts she wanted as far from her mind as possible. But not two hours had passed since she had been pushed hastily into her confinements and boredom had already found her, only so much tapping of her fingers against her legs and humming to herself could keep her busy. C's mind raced, around and around in circles, only to arrive back to the last man on this earth she wanted to think about, the century's greatest detective L.

She could taste the bile rising in her throat at the mere thought of him, clenching her jaw in disgust. Why did the man that she hated have to be the only thing on her mind? Of course he was in her thoughts, he tainted everything his title touched and had ruined her life to a point where the idea of ever going back to any semblance of a normal life was comical. She wanted it to be over, and even the thought of the mass murderer Kira ending the life of L was welcome. If only time could be turned back, if only wrongs could be made right then perhaps A and B would not have had to pay such high prices. Her heart ached at the memories of her friends, no family, before the title of L ever stalked, like the shadow of death itself, upon them.

June 1996

Opening the small bedroom door Watari examined the room. The space had been completely renovated, the bed was missing and only a small couch took its place. Various cushions and pillows scattered the wooden floor along with papers and candy wrappers making the aging man sigh at the mess he would have to clean up. In the middle of the room a computer was set up on the floor. The occupant of the apartment was sitting in his usual bent position his knees pushed tightly against his chest, with his arms hugging the compressed limbs staring at the screen as he scrolled through the pages of information quickly. He wore a baggy white long-sleeved shirt and slightly faded blue jeans that were almost falling off his slim frame exposing his striped boxers and a bit of his pale skin. Slowly the young man extended his long thin arm to the silver tray at his side, never taking his eyes off his work until his lean fingers met nothing but the bottom of the empty sugar bowl. Then tipping his white coffee cup over to discover its emptiness as well the young man groaned to himself biting the end of his thumb.

"Watari more coffee please," L said turning his attention back to the information in front of him.

"Young sir, I think it would be a good idea for you to get some rest." Watari said.

"Justice hasn't the time for rest."

Watari sighed knowing that getting the young man to sleep was a battle that he would not win. For six years Watari tried to adjust to the boy's odd ways but even now they were difficult to accept. Every child Watari had the pleasure of taking care of had been so different, wanting what everyone would consider normal child-like things, but L was not like any other child he had ever come across. Quite a unique youngster if the aging man had to say so himself. It was only by the slim chance of fate that Watari had been at the tube station in London the day L had stopped the attack that would have started WWIII and luckily was there to take the boy in, before any government agencies had the chance to lock him away for their own uses. Watari was astonished that a boy so young could have such a perspective mind, deducing any and all problems and coming up the solutions in astonishing time. A talent that Watari was always surprised by.

Slipping out of the slightly dimmed room without another word, he set off to make an enormous amount of coffee. Sighing as he filled another bowl full of sugar cubes and placed a slice of strawberry short cake on the tray, Watari was quite at war with himself. Feeding a seventeen year old nothing but caffeine and sweets was not his idea of a healthy diet but getting L to eat anything else was a challenge; he even considered vitiams or IV fluids to keep L from malnutrition seeing as weight was not an issue. But nonetheless day in and day out Watari prepared his sugary meals. Filling the tall canister full of black coffee he returned to the messy room, setting down the fresh tray and taking the other, he watched as L poured himself another cup, the steam rising from the hot liquid. Taking a hand full of sugar cubes he dispensed them one at a time into the small white cup, and taking a spoon from the tray, holding it by the tip with two fingers, he stirred the contents together.

"Out with it Watari," L stated abruptly

"Sir?" Watari said in confusion, the sudden questioning from the young man startling him.

"You have had those red folders on your desk for two days now and repeatedly look at their contents, so out with it, what is it that is in those files that have you so worried?"

"You miss nothing young sir."

"Of course not, I would not be half as good at my job if I did."

"Well this would come up eventually anyway so now is good a time as any," Watari said, sighing to himself as he replaced the soiled tray with several red file folders.

"These files are profiles of several orphaned children that… well… Roger and I…"

"Think could replace me if I were to meet an untimely death," L interjected.

"… Yes" Watari said with hesitation, even though L was so different, he was still just a child in Watari's eyes. Speaking so plainly of the danger L was in on a daily basis, and the plan for his replacement if he were killed unnerved the man. No 17 year old boy no matter how brilliant should have to speak of a replacement for himself, like he was nothing more than like replacing a broken clock. "These children's names have been removed and only a photograph taken by Roger at Wammy's is in the file, we thought it would be wise to limit those who knew the children's true identity, even from you…"

"Yes, I agree that was wise…"

"Their tests are also included, and other various deductive skills results. When you have a free moment I would like it if you would also go over the applicants, Roger and I should not be the only two to make this choice," Watari continued, staring down at the frail crouched boy in front of him.

"Yes, the file on top is my choice."

"What? You have already gone through them?" Watari stated the shock clear on his aging face. Rubbing his thumb across his bottom lip L spoke slowly, taking sips from his sugar paste coffee.

"Yes, for your attention to constantly go back to those files I knew they were important. So while you were out I took a look… I believe the child's alias was Able, given the information in the file he is the best choice, do you agree?"

"Yes… Roger and I came to the same conclusion," Watari said opening the file to see the small photo of a smiling blond boy pinned in the corner. This boy, the ones whose abilities far outweighed the others was to become a replacement, whose life from that moment on would be completely different. A life where the weight of the world could be placed on his shoulders at any moment, A life where dangers would be waiting for him around every corner, and A life of constant solitude never letting anyone from the outside world ever draw close. The smiling boy looked almost foolish in the photo to be smiling at the new life set before him. Watari sighed closing the file.

"So we have our first successor then… A."

January 1999

Carina Cole stood waiting in the hospital hallway, her heart in her throat racing faster than it ever had before. On the tips of her toes she tried her hardest to look through the tall wooden doors small window, for any sign of the doctor who instructed her to stand on the exact spot she now refused to vacate. Frantic calls and orders reverberated throughout the halls as the hospital intercom screeched every few seconds. Many doctors and nurses ran by, their glances of irritation at Carina's refusal to get out of their way stained their expressions. But no matter what, Carina was not going to budge, she would not move until news of her parents reached her ears. She jumped as a nurse gently touched her shoulder being pulled from her frantic state of mind into the present chaos around her, but even in her fright she did not move from where instructed. Turning her head quickly to look at the nurse Carina was met with gentle eyes.

"Sweet heart? Are you lost? This really is not the best place for you to stand, it is the entrance to the emergency room, and you might get run over in the haste of things." The nurse's voice was as sweet as her eyes, almost begging for a response from the young girl. "How old are you sweetie?" she continued when Carina did not answer "is your mother or father around?

"12… and my mom and dad are just through those doors," Carina commented as her gaze fixed back to its original destination. "The doctor said to stay here and he would go check on them, since I am not allowed past this point, or so the door says anyway."

"Oh dear," the nurse mused to herself, unconsciously biting her bottom lip as she spoke.

"It has been quite some time but he has not returned, however I am doing as I am told and will stay right here," Carina continued, ignoring the nurse's comment.

"What is your name sweetie?" the nurse yelled as she walked over to the nearest computer desk.

"Carina Cole." she glanced over at the nurse who frantically typed the last name into the computer. Only two results popped up to the screen. The nurse's face fell, all the sweetness faded and the lines of the many grim events she had witnessed all rose to her face.

"Jonathan and Erika Cole are they your parents?" she asked in a shallow voice, the sadness of her expression said she already knew the answer but such expressions were lost on the young girl.

"Yes." Carina answered simply. The nurse was standing in front of her all the sudden blocking her view of the door, the apparent irritation of the act was clear on Carina's face.

"Sweetie I don't know really how to tell you this, but your parents have passed on, they are in a better place now," unlike before a false compassion graced her eyes and she asked "do you have anyone you can call, any family to take you in?"

"No."

Before Carina even blinked her parents were gone and forgotten in the ground. No one they knew had come to her aid, no friends had volunteered to take her in, and like so many others she found herself a ward of the state. Carina had yet to cry once over her parents deaths, perhaps she was just to numb to feel anything or too young to completely understand the loss of them, but the fact remained that not a single tear had fallen. Only two weeks after her parents made their untimely departure she was in the back of a black car on her way to her new home.

A man she had never met stood in front of two large iron gate doors, waiting to greet her as the car pulled alongside the curb. He was a small man in stature and was showing his age, with the many lines that graced his face. An old fashioned Bowler hat sat on his head, but seemed quite appropriate for him, his black hair and mustache succumbing to the will of the grey stands that began to dominate it. He met her with a warm close eyed smile as he extended his hand in welcome. Carina did not take it, just merely looked at the gesture then turned her attention to the building that was to be her new home.

"What is this place?" Carina asked looking back to the old man that stood before her with a quizzical brow.

"This is Wammy's House, and you can call me Watari. I am sure you will come to like it here."

Even when most would have been nervous at the prospect of entering a new home with no one they knew to help them with the transition, Carina was continent, peaceful even. She walked alongside Watari as they made their way to the large building that reminded her of a church with its large bell tower and stained glass windows. The grounds were extensive and seemed to go on for ages; the flat grass yard wrapping around the vast building meeting a line of large oak trees, as if making a natural defense from the outside world.

The estate was set up to satisfy any child's dream of open space for any amount of running and playing. However welcoming the grounds were, the chill of the morning kept the occupants of Wammy's house safely inside. Leaving the still fog clung earth untouched, and the dew still clinging to strands of grass. The estate was almost unnaturally quiet, no noise but the morning birds singing in the distant trees. Carina unconsciously rubbed away the chill bumps on her bare arms as she lagged behind Watari, trying her best to see all the expanse of her new home.

"All in good time my dear." Watari stated suddenly.

Carina snapped back to her original composed position, one of which she had forgotten as she desperately tried to see around the building to what awaited behind it, but unwilling to leave her host, or the path, she assumed a position a gymnast would have been proud of. Her cheeks flushed at being caught unable to control her patience, but anticipation was a substantial thing to control at her age. Only then did she realize the massive gap between them, running quickly Carina covered the area grabbing hold of Watari's out stretched hand.

"I assure you, there will be many people who will want to show you around, but first let's get you settled." He continued with the same closed eye smile that he gave her once before.

His heart was swimming in delight as she squeezed his hand tightly as they continued on toward the main building. She was warming up to this place far more quickly than he had anticipated. The thought of her calling this home, and loving it as much as he did was enough to make this aging man want to jump for joy. So many times Watari was met with sobs and tears, which was to be expected due to the traumas most of the children here had gone through, but he wanted this place to be a safe haven, wanted it to be a place of love and friendship, a place children could call home when theirs' had been taken from them. So to be met now by this young girl who smiled up at him, and could not wait to see more of this haven he created, he could not help but smile even more widely back at her.

As they entered the greeting hall Carina's attention was caught by laughter in the distant narrow corridors, the inside so contrasted to the clam that was just a few steps behind her. Carina was over whelmed by the heated air of the building, the warmth wrapping around her exposed skin, instantly she pulled her long stark black hair into a messy bun on top of her head; smiling at the pleasure of having the hot mess off her neck. The hall was enormous with a high ceiling, the beams exposed to show a wooden spider web of its design. The large stained glass windows lined the walls, setting the room in flames with color, the morning sun just beginning to peak through. Carina sighed at the beauty of it. The hall had three ways to proceed, an auditorium stylized room lay to the front with two large staircases on either side leading to the laughter Carina heard still radiating off the walls. She looked at Watari wondering where they were to progress.

Just as she did three children came running down the stairs, Carina's heart skipped a beat, and while she had always wanted friends she did not have any. Other children her age tended to avoid her, she was always alone, in school, out of school, at parties and festivals, alone. She had no one but her parents for conversation and companionship, so usually people could find her in a corner with her nose in a book. She didn't think of herself as odd, or unkind, so she never understood why people rejected her, but seeing where she stood now, she could not help but think that something was terribly wrong with her. As the children spotted Watari their faces' lit up and huge smiles spread across their expressions.

"Watari!" they screamed in unison. Bounding up to him, what appeared to be the youngest of the group hugged at his legs refusing to release him even as Watari stumbled to catch his balance. He laughed at the young girl patting her head.

"Abby let him go!" one of the two boys yelled, his brown hair sticking up in every direction, Carina thought he looked as if he were attacked by a herd of cows, at the imagery of it she giggled quietly to herself. Only when assessing the group up close like this did she realized they all looked quite similar, all of them wearing simple blue jeans and t-shirts. The boy reached down trying to pry the arms of the girl off Watari's legs, but failing miserably.

"NO! James stop!" Abby yelled back, closing her eyes and tightening her grip on Watari's pants. James sighed knowing he was not going to win.

"Come now Abby, you wouldn't want to make an old man like me fall now would you?" Watari asked his tone sweet it reminded Carina of her father's voice.

"But I am just so happy to see you!" Abby replied quickly, her grip not faltering.

"Come on stop being such a baby Abby," the boy who had yet to speak said shyly, round glasses much too large for him slid down his face as he spoke, he pushed them up the bridge of his nose hastily looking at his feet. At the sound of the boy's voice Abby released Watari and stood to meet the boy's gaze.

"Shut up Nick, you can't call me a baby when you cry everyday about anything!" she yelled, her long blond hair whipping around her face as she scolded him. Nick's face fell and he stared at his shoes even harder than before, wishing he had not spoken at all. Carina felt embarrassed for him and looked at her shoes too, as if she were the one being scolded.

"Hey Watari are we gonna get to hear from L, is that why you are here and not with him?" James asked suddenly. All the children's faces lit up again.

"He is pretty busy kids but I will see if I can work something out with him." Watari said smiling at them. He was met with quizzical looks, their faces displaying every thought that popped into their minds 'then why are you here?' reading their expressions Watari moved to the side, leaving Carina standing alone in the middle of the greeting hall. She couldn't help but look at them with wide eyed fear. She was not prepared to face them; she didn't want to be rejected again. She wanted to speak but no words formed in her mind, and her lips would not move. She just stood there awe struck.

"We have a new member to add to Wammy's house," Watari stated plainly, the kids looked from him to Carina over and over again, as if expecting more.

"Hi I'm Ca…" Carina started holding out her hand in greeting, catching the attention of everyone in the room.

"AWE! Not quite yet sweetie, you can introduce yourself a bit later okay," Watari interrupted. Carina's voice caught in her throat, her heart beat stopping all together. Her wide eyed gaze turned from the children to Watari.

"Well we must be on our way, must get you settled," he said as he gripped Carina shoulder, guiding her to the nearest staircase. "See you later children" he yelled over his shoulder as he pulled Carina up the stairs with him.

Leaving the kids with a more confused look then they had had before. Silence lagged on as Watari led Carina by the hand down the long corridor, when they were finally alone he spoke.

"So sorry about that my dear, people here do not use their real names and I could not let you give yours out so freely, I should have informed you of this earlier." He stated as they came to a stop in front of a large office door the name inscribed on its surface in bold letters simply read Roger Ruvie.

"But don't worry about that now I will explain everything in here" he continued as he knocked on the office door.

"Come in" a muffled monotone voice answered from inside the office. Opening the door Watari held his arm out gesturing for Carina to enter, closing the office door behind him. An aging man sat behind a large desk in the center of the room, pictures of him with various other people and of his achievements scattered the walls. He looked up at them as they entered the room, his glasses resting on the tip of his nose, placing his elbows on the desk he brought up his clasped hands in front of his mouth.

Carina instantly felt as if she were in trouble, his blue eyes folding ferocity that out matched any other such looks she had been given by authority. Her heart rate spiked as those eyes turned on her, as she took a seat in a chair at the front of his desk. Her palms began to sweat; Carina could not stand his gaze any longer and shifted her own to the wall behind him, noticing the many photos of him and Watari smiling and laughing, and shaking the hands of many people dressed to the nines. 'How could he be friends with Watari' Carina thought 'they seem so different, Watari is kind and warm and this man could not be more opposite'

"Hello my name is Roger Ruvie, and I am the caretaker of this facility whilst Watari is on leave," his voice breaking the silence. Watari had moved to stand next to the desk, admiring some of the photos and various insects that were hanging in displays on the wall. When he heard his friend speak he turned to look at Carina, she could not help but to look down at her feet with the all the attention in the room focused on her.

"Nice to meet you," she replied her eyes not leaving the dirty laces of her shoes.

"So I have been going over her file." Roger said looking toward Watari, giving him a warning gaze as Watari's hand moved to one of the butterfly displays, his fingers just stopping short of the colorful frozen wings.

"Have you now that is good, and have you come to the same conclusion I have?" Watari asked.

"No." Roger stated plainly.

Gesturing to the file in front of him and moving his glasses higher on his nose. "I don't think she has the ability. Yes, I agree that these scores are impressive but we have other children here I feel are more suited to the position."

"I fear I disagree with you old friend," Watari replied. With his words both the men glanced at Carina, who sat quietly in her seat, however interested in what they were saying she would not dare speak out of turn in fear of having Roger's wrath rain down upon her.

"Of course you do."

"But really there is nothing to be done about it, L has already reviewed her scores and has agreed." Watari said a slight smile appearing on his face.

"Then why even ask what I think, if you already had your answer."

"Because I care about what you think, plus it is you that will be seeing to her wellbeing, and teaching," Watari placed his hand on Roger's shoulder, as his friend pinched the bridge of his nose.

"So be it, as L wishes," Roger sighed leaning back into his chair.

"Who is this L everyone keeps mentioning?" Carina asked, looking back and forth between the men "and you said you would explain things Watari but you have yet to do so, what is going on?"

"My child calm yourself," Roger said.

"L is the century's greatest detective; he solves crimes that no one else can decipher. Amazing every institution he happens to work for, he is sought after by many countries. This orphanage was set up to help train a replacement for L, because with his ability there are many who would wish to see him dead." Watari stated, moving to sit in the chair next to her. Taking Carina's hand he continued.

"I am the caretaker of L, and his connection to the outside world. I came here today to greet you into this house, but most of all ask if you would like to become a successor of L."

"A successor." Carina said in a hushed tone, processing all the information and trying to sort through all the questions she had.

"You would be the second successor, so the likely hood of you taking up L's mantle is very slim, but a backup plan is wise," Roger said quickly, an annoyed tone tainting his voice. Carina looked back to Watari.

"You really want me to be a successor?"

"Yes, and L does too I must say," Watari smiled at her, Roger's sigh seemed to radiate through the room.

"We must get on with this, I have an appointment soon." Roger indicated, placing his finger on the face of his watch.

"Alright, I must be getting back to town soon anyway," Watari sighed.

"Wait you are leaving already?" Carina said in a frantic voice, squeezing Watari's hand tighter.

"Unfortunately yes my dear, but you will be all right Roger is here and will take very good care of you." He said patting her knee. "Now if you are to be a successor to L you must cast your old life away, your name, friends, everything, for if you succeed L, then all the dangers that face him will then face you, all knowledge of who you are must die, you must become a ghost. Can you do this?"

"Yes," Carina answered after a short pause, thinking of her life she really did not have much to cast away, only her name, one thing she had left that her parents had given her.

"Good" Roger stated, pulling the tin waste basket closer to him along with a lighter. Carina looked at the open file on his desk; she could see the smiling faces of her parents and her in photos that she recognized from her home. She stood and took hold of the file, flipping through the pages, she stopped on her birth certificate, tracing the small black foot prints on the bottom of the page with her fingertip; her name written eloquently Carina Cole across the top. She didn't know why a piece of paper could make her heart ache but it did.

Her eyes then caught her favorite picture of her and her parents. It had been the first time she had traveled to the beach, and her father had brought a bag of bread, the birds flocking around them in their frenzy for the food. In the photo her mother and her laughed as her father was hunkered down trying to protect his head from the angry birds, his eyes closed tight and the bread cast aside on the ground. Carina could not help but smile at it, her recalling his yells for mercy, and the laughter of her mother. Sadness pierced her, realization that she would never again hear their voices, their laughter, and their touch. She could not part her eyes from the photo even when the rest of the file was taken from her hands.

"I need that as well," Roger said, holding out his hand to the photo.

"What? Why can I not keep just this one?" Carina's voice broke, protectively holding the photo to her heart.

"All or nothing, only one photo into your past is needed to give information about who you are and how to find you. Thus all photos, birth records, and school and test information must be destroyed if you want to continue down this path." Roger spoke, irritation littering his voice, waving his hand at the photo demanding it. Watari placed his hand on her back when she looked to him for support, nodding his head with sympathetic eyes.

"He is right my dear."

Reluctantly Carina extended a shaky hand to give the photo to Roger. Taking it forcefully he put it back in the file, and holding it over the basket lit the edge on fire. Tears ran down Carina's cheeks as she watched it be devoured by flames, everything she loved was in that file; her parents were in that file. As if the final realization of their passing Carina cried for her parents, longing to see them again, wanting nothing more than to feel their arms around her again. Carina Cole was dying in those flames along with them, never to be mentioned again. Watari attempted to sooth her by rubbing her back but nothing mattered to her now.

"What name do I go by now?" Carina asked when the flames died away.

"That is your choice; however the first letter of that name will be your symbol for communications to the outside world and with L if needed, until the time comes for you to take up the title of L, then that will become your insignia." Watari explained.

"Then let's keep things simple, C will be my name and crest." Carina's tone was firm, all weakness in it had faded, her hands drying her face of tears as she spoke.

"C it is then." Roger stated from his chair. Silence filled the office for some time as Carina just stared at Roger with a fierce gaze of her own, until a soft knock came from the door. Watari opened it quickly and a young boy not much older than C entered, his arms crossed about his chest. His short blond hair was in a mess, making C wonder if anyone here ever brushed their hair. He was wearing what seemed to be the standard here, a simple black long sleeved shirt, and slightly faded blue jeans; however he had odd shoes, dirty lime green sneakers. C could not help but raise an eye brow at him.

"I'm not interrupting anything am I Roger? We did have an appointment today, let's hope you didn't forget." the boy stated sarcasm heavy in his tone.

"Please like anyone could forget you," Roger said irritated.

"Who's she?" the boy asked, nodding his head toward C.

"This is C, she is new," Roger stated.

"Well I could have told you she was new, that was a waste of an explanation," the boy all but laughed.

"She is L's new successor," Watari said in a warm tone. Amazement struck the boy's face; he then quickly walked over to stand in front of C, peering into her eyes asif they would give him any information. Looking stratified with whatever he saw the young boy held out his hand.

"My name is Able, but everyone just calls me A," he said taking C's hand into his forcibly "and I am L's first successor, means you came in second place, best of luck next time, but our fates are now entwined, so let's hope you can handle it" C smiled at him.

"Will you be able to, is the real question," she said, squeezing his hand tightly, and a smile spread across his expression as well.

"I trust you will show her around then A," Watari said, holding the boy by his shoulder; A nodded and smiled back at C. She could not help but feel like she was at the mercy of the boy, whose expression of devilish intent had her a bit worried. This was the start of their friendship and their fates really did entwine that day, who would have known then where they would take each other.

AN: Thank you so much for reading, and if you would be so kind to leave a review on your way out! :D This being my first fic I would GREATLY appreciate some feedback. Also I promise this fic will be about the BB and Kira Cases, I just have to introduce everything and develop relationships XD