When Ryuzaki/L was a child, he made a best friend with a child who he'd seen being beaten in the forest. But when that friend disappeared, he gave up on friendship, and devoted his time to solving crime. But when that friend returns...
Light is not Kira. It's...someone else ;)
In this, Light and Ryuzaki/L are the same age.
"I'm going out for a walk." A young, pale child announced.
An elderly man rose on the other side of the room, attempting to stop him.
"Ryuzaki, wait-"
~Crash~
And out ran the boy, towards the woods, his personal thinking spot. The jet black haired boy named Ryuzaki was incredibly smart. Even his teachers had trouble keeping up with him. The woods were where the best ideas always came to him. Nobody else wandered the woods, so it was always empty.
Once he reached the edge of the woods, and was positive that the elderly man wasn't following him, he slowed to a walking pace. Took the time to take in the beauty of his surroundings. Hear the bees buzzing, the birds calling, the...wailing?
The six year old stopped to take in this new sound. Obviously human. He'd go out on a limb and say it was...male. A young boy, close to his age. The high pitched tone gave it away. And yelling, done by another male. Adult.
Since Ryuzaki could not ignore something that interested him, he carefully chose his steps and came closer to his no longer secret clearing. He gently pushed aside a tree branch and peeked inside.
"No Daddy! Please!"
"Why can't you behave better?" He struck the child. "Why can't you listen more!" He struck again. "Why'd you make that other boy hit you?" He pulled the blade back once and stabbed the child's arm.
"Daddy! Stop it! Please!" The boy wailed again. A brunette, close to Ryuzaki's age, was laying on the grass bleeding from his father's knife.
"Come back home when you've learned your lesson. And remember, if it happens again..." He took the gun off his belt, "It'll be your mother that suffers."
He then smiled at the boy. Not a happy smile, or the 'I love you' kind. This smile was a threatening one.
He stepped past the boy, and left.
The boy sobbed.
Ryuzaki couldn't pass this up. After confirming that the man had left, he ran to the boys side and dropped to his knees.
"Who are you?" He asked, gently pulling the other to his feet.
The brunette's eyes widened, and he stiffened.
"I won't hurt you. I want to help."
He sniffled.
Ryuzaki took his hand firmly.
"You're coming with me. Watari can fix you."
He tugged the brunette. The brunette resisted as well as he could, but Ryuzaki just tugged harder.
By the bridge leading into the forest was Watari.
"Ryuzaki, don't you dare do that again! You had me worried s-" His eyes widened at the bloody boy.
"Come on, then! Let's go!"
Scene change
The boy lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. His arm, where he'd been stabbed multiple times, was wrapped up and being taken care of. But it wasn't perfect. The stabber had done a messy job.
In the seats next to the bed were Watari and Ryuzaki.
"Well, we have to call him something." Ryuzaki said. Looking at the boy, he asked, "What's your name?"
He was ignored.
"Nickname?"
"..."
"Is there anything we can call you?"
"Ryuzaki, leave the poor thing alone."
The boy took his gaze off the ceiling, and looked the other in the eye.
"Mi. Call me Mi."
"Mi?" Ryuzaki asked.
He turned his gaze back skyward.
"That's good enough for one night, Ryuzaki. Off to bed with you now."
Scene Change
Over the time period of two and a half months, the boys grew closer. Soon, they would only talk to one another. Mi was as smart as Ryuzaki, and they would often debate about topics that would scare off most adults. But when the conversation drifted towards the night they met, Mi would close up and leave the room.
But, one morning, Mi wasn't there.
"Watari!" He shouted.
He appeared a moment later, out of breath.
"Mi is gone! We have to find him!"
Scene Change
The search resulted in nothing. No trace of where he had gone.
Ryuzaki fell onto the bed with every intention of falling asleep.
But he couldn't. His mind was whirring with possibilities.
He gave up on sleep and wandered over to the closet. Something caught his eye. A box, that wasn't his. On the top, his name was written in green marker.
His breath came faster. Snatching the box out of the closet, he hurried over to his desk to open it. It was Mi's handwriting.
He pried off the lid, which was taped to the box. It came off with a ripping sound.
Inside the box was a letter, written once more in green marker, half of a picture, and a green teddy-bear.
He read the note first.
'I'm sorry. But I'm scared for Mommy. Daddy hurts Mommy when he can't get me. I've loved staying here, but I can't anymore. Thank you for helping me and for being the best and only friend I've ever had. Green is my favorite color, so that's what I'm writing in. I have the other half of the picture, the half with you in it. You have the half with me. And I have the orange bear. Thank you.'
Ryuzaki held the scrap of note in his hands and cried for the second time in his life.