Okay so just a few notes, before we start. I know no one ever reads these things (the author comments), but there are some things i need to say.
1) Honest reviews are welcome.
2) I do not own Death Note, or any of its charaters. I do own this story, and i do own Selene and her past. This is the first and last time i will say this.
3) I know this story is very different then the mangas. The characters might get out of, well, character at points, but deal with me. I'm trying to keep this as real as possible. The only thing i really changed is the fact that Mello, Near, and Matt work together in the same place, and they obviously aren't dead.
4) I don't like describing what characters look like or are wearing so they are open to look however you want to make them. So be creative with Selene. I would show you how I prefer her to look, to give you an idea or something, but for some reason you can not have url codes on here...
5) Lastly, this is my first fanfic, so... yeah. Enjoy and thanks for reading!! (So sorry for rambling :D)
Journal 1-
A journal? Yeah, I suppose that most who know me would assume that I would not be the type to keep a journal. I guess they would be right. But then again… not many people I know know me. A journal is an adolescent way to express emotions. I am far from adolescent. I am only fourteen however I am not permitted to display childish actions. But that is besides the point.
My name is…. well I cannot say. It is not because of a fear of Kira. No, it is simply because I have no past- or no recollection of it at least. But they call me Selene. I cannot recall anything before my eighth birthday. Well, anything about my past. They say they found me sinking into the depths of the Tyne river in England. "How long was I afloat? Why did I not drown? Why did I lose all my memory? Who am I?" Everyone at the orphanage wondered this at one point or another. Some would even say I wasn't drowning into the darkness, but rising from it. I guess they thought I was a hell child because I was always so secluded. "She even has hair of the devil," Johnny Applegate would always tease. Yes, you guessed it, I have red hair. The sisters would always scold the other children for teasing me but deep down I know they agreed with them. They all thought I knew way too much for my age. Behind the large oak doors of the head priestess office I heard them discussing my future. "Please, mother, transfer her! She is too damn smart, too smart to be normal. She knows more than anyone I've ever met. She is eight years old and she could outrank the top ranking student in Oxford University!" One of the sisters so graciously said. "Sister, isn't this a good thing? A genius child could increase our statistics. Provide more sponsoring and scholarships? You know, increase government interest in our little orphanage," the head priestess calmly stated. "Its not just that, mother. She can read minds! She knows what I'm going to say before I say it. And she contradicts my teachings. She knows things beyond expert level. It's just not normal. And she constantly contradicts the teachings of God! She talks of death. On her own time all she does is follow unsolved criminal cases. And she'll determine the correct sus-" Blah blah blah. The head priestess did transfer me after hearing complaints from numerous teachers. But I never showed up at the new orphanage.
I fled to Tokyo to follow the Kira case. They were unable to trace me due to lack of a dossier and records. I was on my own for a while, just drifting from place to place. Until I located L, and his head quarters. He recognized my potential immediately. I suppose it was because I was able to find him. So now I work with him trying to uncover the mysteries behind Kira. Well, at least I did. He was killed today by Kira. Well since this is a journal, I'm going to be honest with my feelings and say I'm a bit distraught about it- his death, that is. He was like a big brother to me. He cared enough to not let anyone know about me. Not even Watari. But now that he's dead, I'm going to L headquarters. I always kind of objected to him making me stay away. I do not fear death. Maybe his could have been avoided if I was there. I always was a bit more aware of my surroundings… I'm going to miss him a lot.