Hey everyone! Um This is the first chapter of Vacant Spark So go! Read! And stuff!

Things I DO own: a box collection of invader Zim DVDdvds A backpack full of stickers and a ferret named Georgie

Things I DON'T own: Death Note

POVS: Miko, L, 3rd person

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Two out of every five people wish they could forget their childhood.

I say those people are idiots.

I woke up in a small office, curled up in a large red chair. The blanket that was placed over me smelled like old milk. In front of me I could make out, with my sleep encrusted eyes, a man in a dark blue suit at a desk. He was in about his mid thirties, with worry lines and deep set eyes that said 'I have seen horrible things, done horrible things, and I do not want to talk about it'. He didn't sound very happy with whomever he was talking with on the phone.

"Are you sure that she can't remember anything?"

I stared at him, my expression blank. I couldn't move, couldn't think, I wasn't even sure if I was breathing. Suddenly, it was if Pandora's Box had been opened. It all hit me at once.

Where am I? What's going on? How did I get here? Who am I?

I was having a full fledged meltdown.

I can't remember anything.

I sat up and looked around with panicked eyes. Breath in, breath out, breathe in, breath out, I reminded myself. Why can't I remember anything?

The man with the blue suit hung up the phone and looked at me tentatively.

"Who am I?" I asked nervously.

The man gave me a wary look as if he could tell that I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Your name is Miko Lancaster, you're five years old, your parents just died, and right now you're in Whammy's House for gifted and talented Kids. You've been unconscious for about five days and diagnosed with mild amnesia. That's why you can't remember anything."

All reasonable thought was blown to hell. Everything seemed like a dream. There was no way this could be happening; it was impossible. This happens only to people on TV. I exhaled loudly. I didn't know that I had been holding my breath.

"So this is an orphanage?" I managed to squeak.

"Yes" he said, mockingly calm. He hesitated. "Unfortunately, we're a little…overstocked at the moment. You see, this is a small orphanage, made only for kids who are truly gifted, and due to the fact that we are a little packed, I'm going to have to have you bunk with a boy; usually I wouldn't do this. I have people bunk with others of the same gender to avoid problems, but I believe that there will not be a problem between you two. He doesn't talk much so he won't bother you.""

I was too far gone in freak out mode to manage anything other than a nod. I took another deep breath, thinking ahead to what I could do to make this situation work. I wondered if the boy would like me, what he would be like, etc. I didn't have time to wonder long because I heard the soft click of a door opening and closing. I turned my head to look. Standing there was a kid about my age, maybe a year older. He was wearing low slung jeans and a long sleeved, plain white shirt. He had disheveled, black hair that stuck out in every direction. Dark bags under his eyes showed evidence of lack of sleep, and I suspected he had some sort of spinal disease from the way he was hunched over. He completely ignored my existence and stared blankly ahead at the man in front of him.

"Watari," he stated "You sent for me?" His voice was so...inhuman. It was totally void of emotion.

If Watari looked nervous and panicked before, now he was about to implode. "Yes, this is your new roommate," he said quietly, as if saying the wrong thing would trigger an exploding bomb.

The kid looked at me, watching my face curiously. I stared back, refusing to back down from his stare. After a few minutes of this, he finally spoke.

"If I was after you, you'd be dead right now."

I stared at him some more. "Yes," I replied with a five years old eloquence.

An emotion flitted across his face, but I couldn't catch it. "You should be more careful," he said emotionless. I stared at him, still convinced that I was dreaming. "I'm Lawliet, call me L"

I frowned as I regained control over my senses. L didn't match him at all. I didn't like it. "No," I said defiantly. "I will not, I refuse to refer to you as a letter."

Surprise and amusement flickered across his face. Then he went back to the emotionless face. "Then what are you going to call me?"

I considered it for a moment before blurting out "La? Like a short version of your name?" It came out as a question.

He shrugged indifferently, so I took that as his consent.

"Apparently my name is Miko," I grinned "but you can call me Mi."

La turned to Watari and was filled in on my condition as I climbed down from the giant seat.

We left with an escort, a nice honey blonde lady with clear blue eyes, to go to our bunk.

Normal POV

As the children left, a weary Watari wondered how he was going to deal with the boy and the girl living in the bunk when they got older.

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ha ha... usually I don't like to write OCs. It interferes with the real story but....

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And thanks to my beta Mickey8701 for rechecking it!