Hey people :) This is my first try at a Death Note fanfic, I don't know how it'll come out because you've gotta know Death Note's characters inside out to be able to write about them, but I have some faith in myself. I hope you guys wuv it (who ever presses the link to this anyway) :3
1. A New Beginning
Small, white, puffs fell from the darkened atmosphere gracefully and simply upon a young child's black hair. She struggled to pull the heavy, wooden doors open. The solid handles allowing visitors to enter the establishment, were insensate, chilling the thin veins that outlined her fragile hand. She sniffled quietly as she finally walked the cold, hard pavements of the chapel silently, although her echo filled the entire room. She admired the flowers still left from earlier this morning, where strangers gathered to morn her own flesh and blood - her family.
She had patted down the tears drizzling down on her rosy red cheeks with her mittens she kept in her pocket, but it was no use, she could not make them cease. Her furry coat was one of the last things left in the memories she had of her fresh past. She didn't bother to unfasten the smooth forest green buttons; she knew she'd be out of here in a short time.
The young girl continued to walk down the aisle until she came upon a bench where hopeful citizens nearby would pray for their loved ones. She slid in it and sat on the comfy seat, put her hands together, and closed her eyes. But in her case, she had no one to pray for but herself and one man who had practically saved her from being alone, or even worse, with another family.
He was the only family she had left, or remembered, he was her grandfather. She felt lucky if she could even remember anything at all in that case. Ever since the incident that left her with the feeling of being empty hearted, all she could remember is bright lights, cars, yells, and sirens.
After a short moment of three minutes full with distressing words and hopes, she slid back out of the aisle and turned to face the man. He had taken off his hat, after all, he was in a church. You could see a hint of peachy skin forming at the very top of his head, surrounded by wispy grey hairs. He did not take off his glasses though, which hid a pair of eyes filled with wisdom. He wore a very warm looking suit, and dress shoes, which shone in the light.
He grasped her tiny hands and enclosed them in his, "Are you ready to go home, Isabella?" She wiped another tear from her saddened blue eyes with her free hand and looked up at him, "Yes, I'm ready Wammy sir."
And with that thought, they began to exit the empty church. The bells began to strike their gentle sound as the two of them walked back down the pavement and through the open gates. The snow was still falling down and little Isabella worried whether her tears would freeze or not. The man that went by the name of Quillish Wammy, looked down at her as they began their walk to the place that would serve as her home for many many years.
"I forgot to mention that there's someone at my home the same age as you...maybe you'd like to play together when we arrive?" He spoke with his natural ruffled tone. She looked up into his shades, "Is she friendly?" She said still fighting back the tears she still hung onto. He gave a short chuckle despite the scenario at hand, "Well he's not a she...and he's a little reserved..." She didn't speak a word, mostly because she had nothing say to his statement.
Minutes later they arrived at a huge brick mansion with many windows. They stood side by side examining the palace. Clouds began to form together, decreasing the light that shone on the road. Isabella still clutched onto her beloved grandfather's hand but stopped in her place to admire it. This was hers now. Sure she would have to share it...but it let her erase the memories she still held onto. Her tears dried awfully quickly and she slowly unbuttoned her coat...
"Isabella...welcome home...now, there's someone I would like you to meet..."
He shifted his glare to an upstairs window where the silhouette of a child with untidy hair and a simple white shirt appeared. He quickly met the eyes of Isabella blankly for more then a second's hold, while she began to wonder about the mystery he held inside him.
"Mr. Wammy Sir? I think this my new beginning."
