Hi everyone! This is officially my first fanfic, so please be kind! Up front, I plan on this being a series. Romance won't come until later, just friendship for now with some eventual fluffyness. I thought long and hard about L and my character's story and was like, "There's no way I can fit it into just the Death Note anime". So, just be aware, if you can hold on, I promise I'll make it up to you guys..eventually. I plan on updating once a week, but we all know life happens. I will not abandon this story. As a faithful reader, nothing sucks worse than someone abandoning a story. Comments always welcome along with constructive criticism! Don't be shy!
Disclaimer: In no way shape or form do I own anything from Death Note. Only my OC.
A small girl colored in her (admittedly) amateur drawing of a cartoon coyote with bright markers, carefully, so as not to let the colors bleed through onto the wood flooring. She was sprawled out on her stomach, propped up on her elbows and legs swinging back and forth carelessly in the air. She breathed an inaudible sigh and glanced around at her surroundings boredly. Her tiny nose scrunched up in disgust at the plain beige walls and dark floors.
How boring. This entire place is boring, she thought broodingly to herself. It had been far more entertaining living on the streets, she surmised after little contemplation. With it's towering brick walls and that screechy wrought iron gate, Wammy's House made her feel caged. Looking at her picture, she huffed.
Like a coyote in a trap, she scowled. And those stupid bells! What is this place? Notre Dame?
The seven year old was torn out of her silent venting by the obnoxiously loud voices of two demon boys who the girl had come to realize were part of the 'less intelligent' faction of Wammy's. Unimportants, she called them. Of course, they had names; the ginger on the right had some name that started with an "F" while the one on the left with the buzz cut was called something (no doubt as equally as stupid a name as the first) with an "R". What? She said they had names, not that she'd bothered to remember them. Instead, she dubbed them "Fuck-up" and "Retard" in her head. She was convinced they fed off the fear of whatever poor kid they happened to be bullying, just like all tiny monsters her age did.
Just another reason to hate people.
Fuck-up and Retard paused at the entrance of the hallway before they stole glances at each other and smirked. They advanced upon her like cackling hyenas surrounding some weak gazelle. Or whatever the hell hyenas eat. Too bad for them she wasn't weak.
"Hey!" Retard called, like she was a football field away and not right-freaking-in-front-of-him. "Weirdo!"
That's not my name.
"Hey! We're talking to you!" Fuck-up snapped, looming over her in an effort to intimidate. She wanted to laugh in their faces, but ignored them and continued coloring away. She wasn't particularly easy to intimidate either. This only seemed to agitate them more. They stood, huddled around her and seething, like vultures waiting for their next meal to get hit by a car. Fuck-up made a sound of acknowledgement before turning to Retard.
"Dude! This is that mute girl!"
I'm not mute either.
"Maybe she's deaf too?"
Retard, indeed.
"Hell if I know man! Do you know sign language?"
A vision of Retard and Fuck-up popped into her head, demanding her lunch money or whatever the hell they wanted in sign language. The girl's lips twitched and she swallowed a giggle.
"Why would I know sign language?! I ain't deaf!"
Isn't this supposed to be a house full of geniuses?
"Hey! Doooo youuu understandddd theee woooordssss III ammm sayyyyinnnngggg?" Fuck-up mocked, drawing the words out like she was the stupid one. He crouched low and got in her face, invading her sacred aura bubble like it was nothing. The little girl paused mid-stroke, slowly turning her head to face him. The boy flinched under her icy blue stare. Her eyes were hard, too hard for any normal seven year old. Her lips were pressed into a firm thin line. Their eyes locked and the boy began to sweat. He finally tore his gaze away, shaken but recovering quickly.
"Tch. Let's go, man, she's giving me the creeps," Fuck-up sneered and began walking(more like fleeing) away. Retard snorted but chased after him, mumbling a half-hearted "whatever".
They slunk away and the girl resumed her coloring. She frowned. They made me mess up my dramatic inner monologue..
Where had she been?..Ah, yes. Trapped. The girl felt trapped. She needed room to run. Things to run from. Not a couple of snot-nosed brats that couldn't even tie their shoe laces. At least, she assumed that was why they both wore those hideous sandals. Because they certainly aren't some unique fashion statement. She huffed and blew her lemon blonde bangs out of her face before rolling over onto her back. She glared at the ceiling. She needed..She needed..
Danger.
Just the word sent her heart fluttering and adrenaline racing. She whimpered slightly, throwing herself back onto her belly. She began to lightly bang her forehead against the floor. Where. Thump! The hell. Thump! Was she. Thump! Supposed. Thump! To find. Thump! Danger? THUMP! She let her forehead rest against the ground after the last thump. She sighed for what felt like the thousandth time that day. The girl hauled herself up and began gathering her things, deciding to go sulk in her room for a bit before lunch time. Her bare feet slapped softly against the wood as she rounded the next few corners.
When their insufferable tones reached her ears, she nearly groaned. Really, she shouldn't have been surprised; she'd had to go the same way they'd fled to get to her room. She cringed and considered turning around until their taunts registered in her mind.
"What a freak, man! Look at those eyes!"
A snicker, and then, "Hey, bug eyes! What's with the hunch?"
The roar of their laughter made the girl twitch in annoyance. She poked her head around the corner to observe the situation. Fuck-up and Retard had cornered another unfortunate child, no doubt seeking the self-satisfaction she had failed to give them. The girl tilted her head. 'The child' was a boy with large, dark eyes to match his messy mop of hair that looked as if it had never seen a brush before. His huge, over-sized white long-sleeved shirt and jeans were so wrinkled he vaguely reminded her of a Shar-pei. Instead of looking terrified or uncomfortable, he was gazing at them curiously with the tip of his index finger in his mouth. Overall, the boy was just plain weird. She smiled slightly. She liked weird.
She gnawed on her lip as she tried to place his face. The girl was horrible with names, but she never forgot a face. Her brows furrowed in confusion. She'd never seen this odd boy before. In the six months she'd been staying at Wammy's House, she'd made it her business to memorize all the faces of the other children an adults. Except for the one child, the one revered as some kind of legend or whatever. The one who always stayed locked up in his room, and no one had seen. The one child who was already doing detective work at the ripe old age of nine. Her eyes narrowed. No other children had entered the orphanage in the last month. It was impossible he'd just come in that day; word would have passed by her as nosey as everyone seemed. Which meant..
She could have doubled over in a fit of laughter. Those idiots have no idea who they're messing with. She stopped. The kid who was doing detective work..Detective work was dangerous..Right? A grin spread across her face. Hell-o, Danger. She wiped her face blank and stepped around the corner she'd been hiding behind and into the hallway. The strange boy's eyes immediately shifted to her and he looked her over with the same questioning look he had given his tormentors.
Retard, sensing they'd lost the boy's attention, shoved him against the wall. Retard and Fuck-up proceeded to leer in his face. Said boy leaned his head back as far as possible, like they could breathe the Plague onto him if he wasn't careful. Of course, this only served to piss them off.
"Bet his eyes wouldn't look so big if they was swollen shut!" Retard threatened.
"No, I suppose they wouldn't," the boy replied softly, turning his eyes up to the ceiling as if deep in thought, index finger still sticking out of his mouth. The two morons gaped at him. The girl let out a snort. Sassy. Retard and Fuck-up whirled around at the noise before glowering.
"Oh," Fuck-up spat, "it's you."
"You shouldn't pick on him," the girl finally spoke, a smirk twitching at her lips, "afterall, he's smarter than either of could ever hope to be."
Retard let go of the boy as he and Fuck-up sputtered.
"You can talk?!"
Duh.
"Your deductive abilities are astounding. Really," she deadpanned. The girl was positive she could see steam rolling out of their ears.
"W-why you.."
"Get her, Renegade!"
Huh. So that's his name.
"Yeah! If you don't want us screwing with him, I'll just get you instead!" Renegade declared. The girl rolled her eyes. This was just getting sad. Renegade stormed up to her, teeth clenched and nostrils flaring. She forced her stance to remain relaxed as he reached her. "Think you're tough, you mute freak?"
The girl quirked an eyebrow, expression completely unimpressed, "Didn't we just go over this? I'm not mute. I just choose not to waste my words. Talking all the time makes one sound stupid..Y'know," she taunted, "like you two."
Renegade could've ground adamantium to dust with his teeth in that moment. His expression quickly morphed into a smug smirk as he eyed her.
"That's a nice scarf," Renegade drawled casually. The girl stiffened. "I think it'd look better on me," he chuckled, reaching for the crimson scarf that drowned her tiny frame. The girl's fist struck out so fast no one was quite sure they'd seen it. Renegade was out before he hit the floor, his eye pulsing an angry shade of red. She sniffed and whipped around to send a challenging stare to the confounded Fuck-up, who was wide-eyed and spluttering nonsense. He took one last look at Renegade and decided it wasn't worth getting his ass kicked by a girl half his size. He tossed the boy aside without a second thought and hauled ass down the next hall. The boy fell back with an "oof!" and the girl winced.
She spared a glance full of scorn at the downed Renegade before muttering "prick", and approaching the boy who still sat on the ground. He was staring at Renegade with a blank expression.
"Fascinating," murmured to himself as he pressed his thumb against his bottom lip. The girl blinked before crouching down a good foot away from him.
"Um..Are you..Okay?" the girl asked awkwardly. She was never very good at these things. The boy's intense gaze didn't waver in the least bit, giving a barely perceptible nod. The girl shifted uneasily. What was she supposed to do now? She chewed on her lip in thought. Oh. Right.. She coughed and stood up.
The little girl held out her hand.
The boy stared at it, a mix of weariness and interest in his eyes.
"It's okay," the little girl gave a reassuring smile, "I'm not like them. I wont hurt you."
The little boy took her hand.
Soooo, what do you guys think? I know I use "little girl" and "little boy" a lot in this chapter(also in next chapter), but it's intentional. Feedback much appreciated!