hey guys! amarah here!:D this is my first story and i really really hope you guys like it!:D please read and review(:
L
Ryuzaki sat in his normal hunched position on his dark leather swivel chair. He couldn't help but notice the many pairs of black eyes that stared at his back, waiting for his response. He hugged his knees up higher, pressing them crushingly against his chest. His thumb crammed onto his bottom lip, charcoal panda eyes glued to the screen of his laptop. Everyone sat or stood motionless, afraid to breathe at the sight they were witnessing. Special agent Chiharu Tatsukotio was undercover as a prostitute in Tokyo, Japan, trying to catch a serial rapist. His targets were always Japanese prostitutes. L had identified the man as Koki Shamagaai. As expected, Koki walked right up to Ms. Tatsukotio, grabbing her arm, not bothering to stop in his stomping rampage. Chiharu swiftly pulled the gun out of the inner part of her black fishnet tights. "FREEZE! Koki Shamagaai, you are under arrest for the murders of Stephanie Chui, her sister, Rebecca Chui, Satsuma Lee, and four other unidentified women."
Also as L expected, he tried to run. Chiharu shot once, the small bullet landing right in the man's knee-cap. He collapsed onto the pavement, blood shooting and oozing out of his wound. He screamed at her in pain. Words like," you dumb bitch! I should have killed you! Not wasted anytime with walking, giving you chances!" She simply smirked at him and within seconds, police were handcuffing Mr. Shamagaai, putting him in the back of a squad car. She looked up at the street signs hidden cameras, smiling at Ryuzaki. He sensed something behind that beautiful grin. Sadness, maybe.
I sat there, slack jawed in disbelief. For a genius, L wasn't that observant. "WTF? L? She freakin likes you, dude!" angry, I shut down my computer from which I was watching the resent Death Note episode. I sighed heavily and looked at the time. 1:45 p.m. another Friday night wasted on an epic fail of my dear Ryuzaki. I got up from the chair and immediately felt the sharp pain and stiffness in my legs. I stretched until I heard a pop from everywhere and walked into my room. My sister was at a friend's house for the night, my parents at a birthday party for my uncle, who was turning 35. I was still here alone. As I finally reached my room, the sound of heavy knocking at the door made me jump. I walked quickly to the door, thinking it was my parents. I opened it to see to officers, their faces grave.
"Amarah?" the taller one asked, removing his navy blue hat. They were both of Asian descent, one Chinese the other maybe Japanese maybe Filipino. I nodded, afraid to speak afraid to breathe. My mind went numb as they told me my sister and my parents had been killed from a car accident. I choked on air, trying as hard as I could to stay calm. The shorter one said my sister was coming home because she didn't want to stay the night, for her and her friend had a fight. My parents went to pick her up but were both drunk and collided with another truck. The impact had killed them immediately. My mind went blank and I passed out.
I awoke in a grey room, twelve other beds surrounding me. They were all made but no one slept in them. I got up slowly, walking out of the room. The sounds of kids laughing and crying filled my ears. I seen dozens of girls and boys all playing games, painting, reading, or fighting. One little girl appeared before me, her eyes red and her cheeks blotchy. "What's wrong?" I asked. She rubbed her damp eyes and said a boy had taken her dolly. The girl looked about eight or nine, having big hazel eyes with deep bags under them. Her skin a light shade of alabaster, her hair a soft white blonde. "Well why did he take it?" I asked again. She pointed at a small Japanese boy who was throwing a straw girl doll against the grey wall as other kids laughed. "I said he didn't have a chance at being L's successor, so he took it." She began to cry again, chasing after him and finally with a sudden surprise, swiftly kicked him in the gut causing him to release her toy in distress. She hugged it motherly and stuck her tongue at the now crying boy. My mind went into spiral frenzy. I chased after the little girl until I caught her shoulder.
"L? Who's L?" I asked dizzily. She looked at me like I had lost my mind. "L! The great detective one of us will be replacing him when he dies. Well, if he dies that is." She got out of my hold and began once again to dance around the room with her doll. I walked back to the bed-filled room and lay down on my bed. That little girl was insane! L isn't real! He's a cartoon! I reached into my suitcase that lay next to me and pulled out the items the officers I guess packed for me in my unconscious state. I pulled out many clothes of mine and my "girl items." I also pulled out hair dyes I had been saving up, a few brushes, my makeup kit, and a picture of me and my family. A sudden water drop fell and splashed onto mine and my sisters' face. I wiped my eyes from the tears that wouldn't stop flowing. My fingers traced my family portrait and I began to sob. They were gone. Just like that they disappeared. The last thing I had said to anyone in my house was that I was sick of my sisters' freedom to do whatever she wanted and my parents constant fighting and drinking. I had yelled at my family before they died. I felt like shit.
I hid the picture between the two mattresses when I heard a sudden knock at the room door. I hid my face and wiped the tears away. "Yes?" I asked still looking down. "Watari's here. He wants to see you." A small boy's voice angrily said to me. I got up and followed the boy to the main room of the grey building. An old Asian man with white wispy hair and a mustache smiled down at me. My eyes grew very wide. He looked exactly like Watari. I took a small step back. "Hello, Amarahchan." He said. "Hi." I replied, still in shock. I wanted to ask if this was even possible, even real but I knew it was. The pain in my heart meant it was real. No one can feel pain in dreams. Well, not real pain. "I understand you are a young genius, is that correct?" I nodded, wondering what he meant. I was only slightly above the average kid, nothing real special. "I also here you are kind of famous in your hometown for your detective work, is that also correct?" I nodded again, afraid for some strange reason to speak. "What do you want?" I asked in a shaky whispered voice. He simply chuckled and replied, "I want you to work with L."
My heart stopped. The room filled with sudden gasps of confused angry shock. "But Watari, she's been here one night, not even a full day!" a girl about 12 cried. I knew how she felt, but I was bursting with sudden joy. L. the L. I was working with my television crush. "L has taken a sudden interest in her. He has asked me to bring her to him." I was star struck. He noticed me? Of all people, me? 'Stay focused Amarah! He isn't real!' I screamed in my mind. I breathed in deep. "So he wants to see me?" I asked, my voice getting stronger. Watari smiled. "Yes. He has asked for you personally." My heart continued to skip a beat. "Do I need anything?" I asked, looking back at the grey room I had just been crying in. "Yes, actually. I will have my men grab your belongings. You shall be staying at Wammy's house in England." It seemed that everyone's mouth had dropped with a unisioned thud. Watari led me outside to his stretch black limo. "He's in there. He would like to speak with you for awhile alone. Is that ok?" my eyes flickered slightly. "L?" I choked. Watari nodded. With a warm smile on his face, I walked up to the limo's door. Opening it slowly, I looked inside with a hope as big as the Atlantic Ocean. Sitting in his strange crouched position, sat my hero.
L.
I almost screamed in happiness. "Amarah, good to see you. My name is L, but I can safely guess you already knew that." I nodded a fearful look on my face. 'This isn't real. He can't be-'"Um, may I ask why you stare at me that way?" his voice dragging me out of my thoughts. I shook my head in surprise that he was still even here. "Yeah, dude, how are you here?" I asked, wanting to run in the limo and poke his face to be sure. "Well, I was born to two people who I have never met, but mostly because Watari drove me here." His same witty replies still fresh in my mind from the last episode of his show. "I meant, how are you real? You're a fictional animated character!" he stuck his thumb in his mouth, gently nibbling at the long nail that resigned there. "I see your point. Well, no one would really pay attention to us if we have a "fictional" show, now would they?" my head hurt. That made no sense, but all the sense in the world at the same time. I stood my ground. "Well, I think they'd pay even more attention, especially the girl fan-base of your little show. A lot of girls try to be like you, sir. They might not look smart, but they're obsessive so it wouldn't really matter. They'd find you eventually." His eye twitched slightly. I couldn't tell if it was from the realization of my drabbling, or from simple annoyance at the doubt of his theory. I heard the soft chuckle of Watari behind me. "Looks as if she's got you beat, son." He smiled. L reached over and patted my hand, his skin soft and warm.
I fainted.
I awoke in a small hotel looking room. The walls were completely gray, the floor tiles white. My feet were cold from the sudden shock of smooth marble. I shivered, looking back at the bed I was just laying safely in, deciphering if I should go back to my small safe haven. Finally choosing, I kept my walk forward. The door I opened led to a warm hotel hallway. The hall was slightly pinching, but warm and the carpet colorful. I looked down to see I had been wearing a long sleeve white tee shirt. It smelled of chocolate and pure cane sugar.
L.
I breathed in the scent, taking note of his sugary habits. I could only imagine how happy he made his dentist. A small but sudden giggle escaped my lips into the silent hallway at the sight of L getting a very large cavity filled, his arms flailing, his mouth in pain, but him anticipating the strawberry cake that would await him with his safe and mouth numb return. I let out a few loud laughs, not noticing the looming figure standing next to me. "Might I ask so boldly what it is you're giggling so productively at?" L's silky voice poured into my ears. I gasped, my hair quickly flipping behind me, whipping his face. His eyes closed a bit. A deep red line across his snow cheek, he raised his hand to it. I wanted to hide, but remained frozen in place. "Oh my, I'm so sorry! Please, forgive me." I stated, beginning to back away from him until I was fully ahead in the long hallway. "No, it was my fault, I shouldn't of scared you like that." I barely made out the last word as I ran as fast as I could down the hallway.
"Amarah, wait!" he called.
I made it to the end of the hall, when I finally made a turn and hid behind the wall. Tears coated my face, although most of them were of unknown feelings. I whipped him in the face. I felt so horrible! I began to jog down the hall, my heart beating faster than ever, when a small white haired boy with pale skin, white pajamas, and empty black eyes appeared in front of me. He held a small toy robot in his hands and began to make it fly in the air. I watched, realizing who this boy was. It was Near.