Sweet Friendship, Bitter Love
Summary: 3 years before L died, before Near became the new number 1 detective in the world, before Mello died trying to get the Death note, a 15-year old girl, dubbed "Site", arrived at Wammy's orphanage for Gifted Children. On her arrival, Mello had taken an interest to her. After some time, they become friends. After even more time, each of their feeling develop into something that feels like more than friendship.
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"Mom, Dad!" she screamed as she was dragged away from the burning house. Her parents were still in there. The fireman who was tightly clamping his hands around her arm slightly struggled more, and another fireman ran to his aid. She was being dragged away by both arms now, and the pressure the two men were putting on them seemed like it was cutting off her circulation, but she paid no attention to that. Her parents were possibly dying in the average-sized, two-story, now crumbling house. "Go! Save yourself!" her mother had shouted to her. "We'll be fine! Go! Now!". She wasn't going to let them fend for themselves- her father was working his way out of being stuck under a chunk of wall, and her mother was rushing to his aid, trying to scan the place for any sign of moisture at the same time. Her face pleaded for her daughter to just listen and get out. But no, her daughter rushed towards her and her husband, trying to fight off the flames and burning chunks and pieces of wood of the house that was now blackening from ash and residue of the fire's demolition. She was half-way there until a burning 7-foot long pole of wood fell in her way. She tried to think quickly. She heard a loud groan of pain, surely her father's, but no, she couldn't get there in the next minute because that bastard fireman caught her and dragged her out. They headed towards the front door and heard a yell and a loud scream, her father's and mother's. she fought against him even harder now, trying to get away and help her parents. She may not have had the best relationship in the world with them, no, but she loved them.
…All she was doing before was walking home from school. She came onto her street, and an immense amount of light was coming from her house, as well as sickeningly thick, grey smoke. She went in and found her parents trying to escape. Now she was being dragged around and forced back by these fuck-headed firemen. "Let me the fuck GO!" she screamed at them. They weren't listening. They were trying to help her… by doing what? Ripping her away from her parents and filling her with so much rage she felt like beating the living shit out of everyone and everything. "Sit her down!" another fireman shouted in the distance. They forced her down onto the edge of the floor the back of a firetruck. She got up for another second, but was forced right back down again. "Jesus, this one's a fighter!" the second one exclaimed. "Damn it!" the other one shouted as she got up again, and was forced back down again.
… The house was finally put out after a couple of hours, and was barely more than an empty shell of what was yet to become ashes. She was locked up in the back of an ambulance. Not in a bed, not in a stretcher, just locked back there. She had red fists from banging on the doors for so long, and her face and eyes were stained from tears of rage that were still gently coming. There was one more ambulance there, and two firetrucks. "…Mom…Dad…" she said quietly to herself, trying not to think of the worst case scenario.
She was in a legal office of some kind now. It was one week later and she didn't care about anything. Her parents were dead… her home was gone…
A man walked in and sat down. She didn't bother moving her head to look at him. He sighed. "There's no easy way to tell you this," he began. "…You'll have to be put in an orphanage. You have no relatives who are able to take care of you, you aren't of age to get your own place or any inheritance…" she couldn't tell if he had continued talking or not after that. She zoned out, to put it simply. The news of the orphanage had been a silent shock to her, even though she was expecting it… she had thought this all out already. How, she didn't know. "…And I spoke with your headmaster-" Principal. He went to a public school. "- and educational supervisors, which means people like-" "I know what it damn well means." She said emotionlessly, only loud enough for them both to hear. "they said you were quite intelligent. You often get more advanced work in classes. We've seen your grades, they're good. Extremely good." What did this have to do with anything? "WE've also seen that moving you up a grade was considered more than once." She didn't care about this anymore. "…So, we think we have a special orphanage for you." Hm. "Wammy's Orphanage for Gifted Children." She wasn't gifted. Now she felt cursed. The door behind her opened, and she heard fairly heavy footsteps behind her. "This is… Watari, he's the founder and manager of the orphanage." "Hello. My deepest condolences on your losses." He said solemnly.
She was taken to the orphanage and registered there. It was in England which was fairly far away from America. She was born in England, but grew up and spent her life in America. That was the only reason she could think of for them wanting her to travel half-way across the world. When she got there, she learned that everyone had different names… not their real ones. She didn't want a new identity. Not now. But whether she liked it or not, she was given a new name. She was dubbed "Site".
She didn't talk to anyone. She didn't go near anyone. She didn't look at anyone. Not for a week.
