DISCLAIMER:I do not own any of the Death Note chatacters, they belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata . The characters in this story do not really exist. The ones not made by Takeshi and Tsugumi are of my own creation and are works of fiction as well.
Chapter One
Quillish Wammy stood at the doorway of the orphanage with my bags in his wrinkled hands, going over the rules of the Wammy House in a calm, kind voice, "You will be learning for most the day in a classroom with your teacher Roger. For your comfort we offer most anything you require for style of clothing and to your comfort, we want to put you in an environment where you are at the top of your intellect so you may absorb as much information as possible. You only have one colleague at the moment, you will meet him in the study room as soon as you finish getting settled in. You room is up the stairway all the way at the end of the hall, very last door." I took my bags with shaky hands and ran up the stairs as fast as my 6 year old legs would carry me, speeding past the hallway it seemed more as if I had entered a high class hotel instead of an orphanage.
I came to a halt at the last door putting my hand on the smooth gold-colored knob, pulling the door open to reveal a large room with a sky blue canopy bed and oak wood vanity resting against the white walls and hard-wood floor. It was more extravagant than anything I could have hoped or dreamed for, it was my old bedroom. Well minus the disgustingly sweet faced dolls that I had hated, grand piano and pink ribbons that my late parents had insisted were adorable.
I set my bags on the silk blanketed bed, running my hand acrossed it my mind flashed for a moment, and there were bloodstains on the bed, gunshots rang through my ears and my eyes began to moisten, so I clamped them shut. Upon re-opening them I ran my hand back over the sheets. That moment is gone, my parents are dead, That is a fact, but this is NOT that room, I'm not in Nevada, I'm not in danger anymore.
I opened my bags and pulled out the articles of clothing, setting them neatly in the drawers of the vanity, a subtle glance to the mirror was all it took to get me staring. I saw what most people would of me, long, layered blonde hair with fringed side bangs, tanned skin and full lips for a child, but then I got to my eyes, most people would see them as a ocean blue with flecks of gold, thats what I saw in pictures, but in the mirror my eyes showed bloody red. It scared me, names and numbers above people always seemed to taunt and confuse me, my eyes shifted back to my bed, and I continued unpacking. The last item to come out of my bags was a medium sized teddy bear, I ran my fingers through its dark, plush fur. The red silk ribbon brushed my hand briefly and I smiled, my bear always relaxed me.
Closing the door to my new bedroom I walked down the halls and into the main lobby, I wandered into the only room thats door was slightly ajar. A boy with natural raven hair was sitting in the center of a circle composed of books. His numbers showed above his head, but no name, I'm not sure whether this bothered or comforted me. He must have been 3 or 4 years my elder. He turned and his eyes connected with mine, not realizing that I had been staring, I blushed. Turning on my heels I grabbed the books set out on the table, same subjects as the boy had. My eidetic memory had every single page saved to my brain within an hour, theories, furmulas and quotes swimming in my head. I crossed my legs Indian style on the light wooden floor and watched the boy continue his reading, five minutes passing before he closed his books and walked into the room. "These are tests on the material you have just read, I will be taking the books from you and you are not allowed to share answers. Both tests have the same questions so the scoring shall be fair. L himself shall grade these tests and give you your name accoring to how well you do. Once completed you should hand these tests to me, please refrain from speaking at all for the duration of this test. Once handed your booklet you may begin."
Wammy handed me a booklet labeled "Female" and a sharp number two pencil, I set in immediatly to filling in the bubbles and blanks, multiple questions were always the easiest, often quoting the passage the question originated. The written answers were somewhat vague and a little too misleading for my taste, but I answered none the less. An hour had passed before me and the raven haired boy passed in our booklets. We were then led to a room with two chairs set next to eachother, and asked to wait. I grabbed a piece of paper that had been left on a desk nearby and started idly doodling and writing down the boys numbers, trying to figure out their meaning.
"Dates..no, its decreasing in a uniform amount of time/ So a timer, but for what, maybe-" "What are you mumbling about?" The raven haired boy glanced my way and whispered in a demanding voice. "Numbers, nothing to worry about." The boy looked, troubled, over my head and began to speak but was silenced as another boy a year older then him sat in the chair that was placed in front of us.