Chapter One (Whisper)

Every day was the same exact thing: wake up, school, cram school, homework, sleep, and repeat.

The brunet looked to his left with bored light brown eyes to a scene he's seen at least every day: one of his classmates yelling to himself about his mother not being there to pick him up.

The boy sighed as he walked past. Maybe, just maybe something would happen.

Like any other day, Light walked home. He decided to walk home the shorter way, since cram school was let out later than usual. He swiftly walked pasted all alleys and unlit streets.

In the corner of his eye, Light noticed something under a street light near an alley; something bright red and dark, almost like blood.

Light's eyes grew wide. He wanted to stop and see what it was, but the thought of some deranged person laying in wait stopped him.

Just as Light started to walk away, he heard a soft whimpers, coming from the alley the red spot was. He immediately stopped and rushed toward the noise.

Light gasped. There on the ground laid a small pale boy, a small pale bleeding boy.

Without thinking he squatted on the ground, grabbed the boy from the ground and pulled him into his arms. Light was about to stand up and run home when a bottle fell from the boy's pocket. It rolled away from Light into his line of vision. Light picked the bottle up and read the label. 'Aqua-Mephyton… isn't that used to treat Vitamin K deficiency?' Light looked the boy down and up. 'He certainly is bleeding a lot.'

Light stowed the bottle in his pocket and stood up with the boy in his arms. He started to run home.

Light slammed the front door open.

In the kitchen his mother, Sachiko, jumped, "Light, what's wrong?" she called out to him.

"Mom, I need the first aid kit, a bowel of water, and a towel!" Light yelled.

Hearing the anxiety in her son's voice, she hurriedly gathered the items he requested. When she had the items, she rushed into the living room. In the center of the room a small boy laid unconscious. "Light," Sachiko gasped and almost dropped the items.

She quickly rushed toward the boy, almost knocking Light down. She mumbled a quick apology and started to wipe the boy's blood off with the towel. Sachiko quickly noticed the blood wasn't stopping. As soon as she wiped some off, more quickly filled its place. The blood just would not stop.

She looked to her son and saw he was looking through the boy's pockets. His face brightened up as he pulled out a needle and syringe. Sachiko gave her son confused look, but trusted her son to know what to do.

She watched her son pull a bottle out of his pocket and stick the needle into it. Light carefully made sure the syringe didn't have any air pockets and stuck the needle into the boy's arm and pushed. Light pulled the needle out and took a step back. Sachiko took this as her cue to continue working on the boy.

This time when Sachiko wiped the blood off, it didn't flow as fast as it did before. She rinsed the towel in the bowl of water and then turned to the first aid kit she brought along. She quickly opened it and pulled the bandages out. Efficiently, Sachiko wrapped the bandages around the boy's cuts.

When Sachiko finished, she turned to her son. "Light who is this boy?"

Light sighed. "I really don't know Mom," he said, "I found him in an alley when I was walking the shorter way home."

"Poor boy…" she stroked some of the boy's hair. "Light could you change this water; I want to rinse the blood from his hair."

Light nodded and took the bowl away to the kitchen.

Sachiko smiled softly at the unconscious boy. She put him in a more comfortable position in her arms. She took a closer look at his features.

Anyone looking at the boy could tell he wasn't Japanese. He was a westerner, but what he was doing in Japan all alone she would not know until he told her.

The boy was really pale, and not just from the blood loss. His almost bird's nest like hair was a dark red. 'Almost the color of blood,' Sachiko though, but passed it as off to blood in his hair. Since his eyes were closed, she couldn't tell what color they would be, but if she had a guess it would be either blue or green because, 'Most westerners have that color.'

Her eyes trailed down his body. The boy's clothes did not fit him well. His black shirt drowned the boy and reached well beyond his hands. And the jeans he wore only seemed to be hanging on by the worn out leather belt strapped around his hip.

Light came in with new water. Sachiko immediately started to rinse the boy's hair. Surprisingly, only a little blood rinsed away, leaving the boy's hair basically the same color as before. Sachiko thought nothing of it and assumed he probably dyed his hair.

Finished, Sachiko looked to Light and asked, "Light, dear, can you let him sleep in your room? I'll bring up extra blankets and a pillow for you."

Light would have normally said no straight out. No one, except his younger sister and only for help with her homework, was allowed to go into his room. But when he saw this boy he just had this gut feeling he couldn't name that would not let him reject his mother's offer. "Okay, I'll just carry him up." He said.

Light gently pulled the boy into his arms and couldn't really say he was surprised at how light the boy was.

He carefully walked up the stairs to make sure the boy's wounds wouldn't reopen.

Light set the boy on his bed. He gently peeled off the boy's shoes and socks and then walked to his dresser. There he pulled out a pair of sweat pants. Light took the boy's pants off and replaced them with the pants.

When he finished Light pulled the covers over the boy. He finally noticed the boy had a pair of goggles on his face and decided to take them off.

Just as he pulled the goggles over the boy's head, the boy snapped his eyes open. Light was greeted with the oddest thing; the boy's right eye was a clear ocean blue while his left was the color of fresh spring grass.

The boy was scared. He started to shake and his eyes grew as large as they could. He opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it.

Light smiled. He held his hand out to the boy, who flinched away from it, and said in the gentlest voice he could, "My name is Light. What's yours?"

The red head stared at the hand in front of him and then Light's face. He couldn't see any falsehood in that expression, so he took a deep breath and answered in a quiet voice:

"…Matt…"

Author's Notes:

Thank you for reading my first fanfiction, I hope you enjoyed it.

Sorry if it's a bit short, I'm not really one for long writing, so each chapter will probably be at least 1000 word. Eventually, I'll get better at writing longer.

I haven't read any Death Note fanfiction, so I don't really know if this idea has been used before, hopefully it hasn't.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, unfortunately.