Hey guys - so I'm back with my BB fic! Finally. I've been writing small fics with Deborah (my OC from Dear Dear Mello for those of you who don't know), but I've just started really thinking about this guy. Anyway, I hope you like this one as much as people liked DDM. It's an alternate beginning to Death Note, and we'll see if I can't get you to look at Near differently now. Haha.
Anyway, here we are at the Introduction! Hope you like it. Please be sure to review!
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Blue screens illuminated the room. Large as it was, it seemed small due to the enormous amount of clutter that was filling the room to the brink. Books, video tapes, boxes of paperwork, everything and anything that could be thought of that would be included in an investigation was in this room. Every table had some form of paper product on it and the many TV screens were playing back various security camera recordings.
The room was almost silent, save for two distinct noises. The definite hum of several computers infiltrated the air, like the sound of a hundred bees, and also the periodic sound of crunching, licking, "aah"ing, or even the occasional sigh was also heard. These sounds came, not from one of the computers but from the man in front of them. Tall as he was, he seemed short due to his being hunched over. His dark eyes that seemed to bulge out of his head stared at the screens, reading over immense amount of information as if he was glancing at a child's storybook. The noises emanated from his lips, which, if they didn't have some form of sweet sustenance in them, he kept encircled around his thumb tip.
This man was alone for the moment, as he usually was, and was quite happy to be. Or he would be if he hadn't run out of sweets. No matter, his helper Watari would be by soon enough with another cart full of them. In the meantime, however, the tall man fiddled with his shirt hem; he wore a plain white long-sleeved shirt and faded jeans, and nothing else. He never really cared to keep track of what he wore so he'd just bought twenty of the same thing. Hardly important.
What was important now was that, even though this man was taking in an enormous amount of information, he was incredibly bored. There was a sudden decrease in cases that interested him lately, and so he had some extra space in his brain at the moment. So it was decided.
The entrance to the room opened and in came the Watari afore mentioned. Medium in height, the aging man wore a suit and was neatly groomed. He pushed a medium-sized cart that was completely covered in sweet things, save for one half-hearted attempt at variety (though he knew that his charge would probably ignore it completely.) "Ryuzaki, how are you doing?" the man asked in a fatherly tone.
The man addressed as Ryuzaki sighed. "To tell you the truth, Watari, I'm rather bored." He reached over and grabbed the angel food cake from the tray before continuing. "Because we've had less cases coming in recently, I think now would be the best time."
Watari nodded. "Shall I call the home, then?"
"Please do. Thank you."
The older man headed out of the room once again, leaving the raven haired one alone. Ryuzaki took the chance to flick a button on his keyboard and bring up the image of a young boy from the "home" Watari mentioned. This home was Wammy's House and its main purpose was to find Ryuzaki's successor as the greatest detective in the world. The boy on screen was the first in line of succession and was the one that Ryuzaki had decided on, though, really, there wasn't anyone else he could think of that would be better.
No, that isn't accurate.
There was two others that Ryuzaki had hoped could succeed him, but one had committed suicide and the other had run away, murdered three people, attempted suicide, and was now in a prison all because of his attempt to surpass, not succeed, Ryuzaki. Those two had been A and B. This child Ryuzaki looked at now was different than those two had been. Those two had been emotional and their inability to control their emotions had been their undoing. The child Ryuzaki now saw on the screen was emotional, true, but had exemplified the ability to control himself, to stay calm in the face of fear, adversity and stress. He seemed almost fearless to the great detective, though, to be sure, all children at age 13 have something they must be afraid of.
Ryuzaki smiled as he plopped a chunk of cake in his mouth. Sweet. He had heard this child also had a sweet tooth; they should get along just fine. "Mello, successor to L."
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