A/N: Huller… This is my first fanfiction, so constructive criticism is welcomed, but no flaming, please.
I'm not the kind of person who can easily forget something. I have what you call a photographic memory. It can come in handy, I'll admit, but every gift comes with a price. I can't get the images of my mother being murdered right in front of me out of my head.
I know that typically that's not something you would forget, but I remember exactly what time it was, exactly where we were standing, exactly how many times that knife entered her chest, how many seconds it took for her to hit the ground, and how many steps I took, running from that murdurer. A man by the name of Quillish Wammy found me in an alley and took me to a place called Wammy's House.
I didn't like Wammy's House. I couldn't make friends, because I generally freaked everybody out, and I couldn't even have a conversation with anyone, because no one else spoke German, except for a boy named Mello, and he wasn't very good at it. Then Matt came along, and everything changed. I made a friend who I could talk to. He reminded me of myself. We had the same shaggy red hair, the same bright green eyes, and the same love of video games.
We taught Mello how to speak German, so that we could talk to each other without Matt having to translate. He never really could get the hang of speaking it fluently, so we decided that I should learn English, which wasn't fair, of course. At least I was better at it than Mello was at German.
One of the best memories at Wammy's House was when Mello and Matt defended me. There was a large kid named Daren who liked to pick on little kids. Especially the smart ones. I was keeping score for a basket-ball game. Apparently that's bully fuel. Daren and some of his friends came up to me and started saying how I should be hanging out with the girls. I just told them that I didn't really get along with girls, and they laughed. Then they started saying that if I was going to hang out with guys, I should hang out with them. I tried to walk away, but they grabbed me. Matt and Mello saw it, and they went over to confront Daren.
It meant a lot to me that Matt and Mello stood up for me against someone so big and scary compared to us.
Another good memory was when I found out my ranking for the first time. After being at Wammy's House for a month, I was in fourth in line to succeed L. I remember the smile on Matt's face, and the expression of disbelief on Mello's.
The best memory of all was when I found out Matt was my brother. It was February 1, and our birthday was on the same day. I asked him about his family, for the first time, and it all added up. We concluded that we were twins. It was my first time being able to celebrate my birthday party with someone else. I hated it, but looking back, I'm glad we did it.
My least favorite memory was when Mello left. It was like a family being torn apart. He left me and Matt without so much as telling us. He didn't contact us for three years, and those three years were horrible. I fell into some kind of depression, and not even Matt could bring me back. Matt wasn't doing so great, either. But he could function, at least. Then, Mello called Matt one day and said that he needed our help on the Kira case. How could we say no?
We were reunited. Our small, dysfunctional family was together again. Then, of course, it was torn apart again by the mafia. I swore I would never have anything to do with Mello, ever again. The man had serious issues, leaving us like that so much. But one night he called Matt, asking for help. He was hurt. Badly. After we found him, I ignored him, and held a grudge for three weeks. He managed to break me, though. The rest is history.
A/N: I feel pretty good about this, so far, but it's all up to the readers… Hope you liked it, and just so you know, I update when I feel up to it, so… Yeah.
