A/N: Hey readers! This is my first fanfiction, so apologies in advanced if it isn't that good. From all of the L Lawliet stories I have read concerning his childhood, none of them were how I expected. So, I decided to make my own. I hope you all like it, please review!

P.S, the whole story will be in L's POV, and the dates aren't necessarily correct. I do not own Death Note.


Chapter 1: Too young to know the world.

31st October 1990. I must say my parents were blessed. My mother holding me close to her chest, my father with arms around us both; we were the perfect little family. This was the day that I took my first breath, met the world, met the people who had created me. I had a tuft of dark brown hair, onyx eyes, and, well, you could tell that I was British, let's put it that way.

I was drifting off to sleep in my mother's arms, when I was suddenly shook wide awake by these funny-looking men wearing clinical blue, who none of which were my mother or father. I wanted my mother, my father, the only scents I knew. I was only a few hours old. even a genius knows nothing more at that age. I was put down in this plastic tub (well, that's what it looks like), while the funny men attended to my mother. If I didn't concentrate on what I was looking at, I could see nothing more than shapes and colours, but I had sharp little ears, and by the tone that was spoken by the funny men, I was instantly fearful. My mother was whisked away, with my father walking close behind them, looking both shocked and concerned. I was left on my own, left in this plastic tub. I never saw my mother again.


A/N: Suspense, what's going to happen to little L? Of course I know, just wanted to leave you guys (if anyone's reading this) on a little cliffhanger. I know this chapter is REALLY short, but aren't most opening chapters? I promise that the next will be a lot longer. Please leave me a review, should I post the next chapter? Let me know! :D