Amber jumped out of her window, certain that she was right. She had to get away from Wammy's house. Tears stung her eyes, she really didn't want to leave but she had to. She was lined up to be the next L.
When L pulled her into the conference room, she felt apprehension. L thought she was ready to be him, but she wasn't. She was too fragile. Too everything L wasn't. He was calm, collected, and she was on edge and disorganized.
She wiped the lingering tear on her cheek. "I can't do this!" she ran faster. Her backpack flinging against her back making a sore spot in the middle of her back.
Life itself seemed to be frozen. She looked around at the quiet neighborhood. She had grown up here. Matt and Mello were her best friends, and Near, well, he was Near. She smiled thinking of all the good times they had had together. The parties, the chocolate, the games..the fun.
She shook her head and walked on. She needed to leave. She couldn't face them now. Everyone hated her, even her best friends. Mello wanted to be the next L, but she had snagged it from him. She felt ashamed that L had picked her. And Matt didn't really care himself, but Mello cared, and they were closer than she could ever be to either of them.
"Dammit! Not again! Another heart attack? I'll be right there." the man sighed in frustration.
Amber looked around the corner and saw a man dressed in a beige overcoat holding his cell phone and inch from his face staring at nothing. He was an older man with glasses. And by the way he talked, he was probably in on the "Kira" case. The "Kira" case involves a serial killer, who basically kills the criminals. But he's been getting rid of innocent people who stand in his way, and that made what he was doing wrong. She decided she wanted to meet a detective. Maybe she could go undercover.
No. She had to lead a normal life. No Kira. No L. No anything. She went the opposite way the man was going. But he stopped short and turned around to face her. Her back was to him, but she felt his eyes boring into her back. She made a one-eighty and faced him. He made a slight gesture to the way she had just come from. "I see you are from Wammy's house."
Her eyes grew wide, "How did you-?"
The man chuckled, " I know all the people that live here, and you aren't living with any of them."
"But? How?" she gathered her thoughts and managed to form a sentence "Yes sir, I do. I just heard you-"
"I know. But we cannot speak of this here. I must be getting on my way."
She reached out and grabbed his coat. "Please, mister. I- I need to know what's happening."
"That's not for you to hear, miss. I can see you are running away as well, and that's not worthy of information of someone loyal to L."
"But I-" she burst into tears. The man came over and assured her that everything would be alright, when it wouldn't. The fact was she was scared to death of Kira. She was leaving on her own selfish purposes of running away from the fear instead of fulfilling her destiny.
She continued to sob into his shoulder when a young man approached. He stood next to the man and put an arm on his shoulder, "Hey dad."
"Hey son. Miss-?"
"Amber."
"Amber. I'd like you to meet my son, Light Yagami."
She turned her head from the man's shoulder and up at the boy. He wasn't much older than her. His light brown hair gleamed in the moonlight, and his dark brown eyes reflected off hers. She stood stunned. He was beautiful. Everything she had ever wanted in a guy.
"Um. Miss Amber? My father and I really need to get going. Nice to meet you though." he said politely. She nodded and headed back to Wammy's. Her stomach turned over at the thought of L or Near giving her a lecture on her absence, and how it was 'unprofessional'. She was revolted by the idea. She had a mind to turn right back around and keep walking away. Well, maybe she could stay for him. Light Yagami.
