WINCHESTER, ENGLAND

Wammy's House, an orphanage run by Quillish Wammy, was set up to train gifted children. That motive changed after the detective L was successfully produced. The home's goal was now to raise the children to be the successor of L in the event of his passing. Many children lived in this home, but there were two that were first in line to becoming L's successor.

A and B.

It was the middle of a harsh blizzard, and the snow was falling heavily outside. She was in labor. Bills needed to be paid; there wasn't enough money for this. She didn't ask for this baby. She needed a job, a car. The rent, the electric, the water bill… they all needed to be paid. She didn't ask for this baby.

She was concentrating on the pain, she wanted it to stop. There was suddenly a sharp pain in her chest. A tearing, ripping pain. She let out a sharp yell, then she was dead. It was all so sudden.

She was dead, but the child was alive. The doctor held up the raven haired baby boy. The child was silent, not making a sound. He stared in horror as the newborn opened his eyes. They were blood red.

B didn't understand. Why was he here? He stared out the window of his room. His crimson eyes scanned the sidewalk for people. He spotted a mother and her son coming out of a shop, smiling and laughing. He stared at the numbers floating over their heads, the names. "I don't understand." He murmured.

"What's there to not understand?"

B looked beside him to see his roommate, A. The blonde was hovering over B's shoulder, looking out the window with him. "We're orphans, B." B watched as the floating numbers slowly declined. He sighed. "That's not what I mean."

The little boy ran across the street, and his mother ran after him. "You're so-

A car suddenly crashed into the woman and her son, sending them several feet from where they were. They lay on the road, the numbers over their heads disappearing. They were dead.

B sighed again and pressed his forehead to the window. "Did you just see that?" A asked frantically. "Of course." B answered, closing his eyes. They burned from staring so long. "And you're just going to sit there nonchalant?" B watched the colorful spots on the inside of his eyelids.

"Yeah."

"I swear B, you're insane." A ran out of the room, yelling for help.

B couldn't help but laugh a little.

"K."

"Pardon?"

"May I have the letter K? Please?"

"Oh, certainly darling." He smiled at her. "What wonderful manners you have. If that is the letter you wish to have, certainly."

Wammy was walking the young girl up the pathway to the orphanage. She gripped the old man's hand hand tightly, the soft curls in her hair bouncing as they walked. She stared at the orphanage. It was a large, beautiful, brick building, practically a mansion. She sucked on her thumb and shivered a bit as the wind picked up speed.

"Almost there." Wammy assured her.

Still examining the house, she spotted a black haired boy watcher her from a window on the second floor. He was glued to the glass, just staring at her. Their gaze didn't break until she and Wammy stepped foot on the porch.

B wasn't stupid. He knew she saw him staring at her. He didn't care, though. He remained standing in his window, staring outside. There was a knock at the door.

"What is it."

"We have a new addition." It was Roger. Roger Ruvie. He helped run the orphanage alongside Wammy. "Mr. Wammy would like you to come down and meet her, A and some others are downstairs also." B was reluctant, but responded with a low, "Alright."

A, twin boys named X and Y, and a girl named Z all stood beside one another in the foyer, Wammy and the newcomer across from them. "Children, this is K." Wammy said with a smile, looking down at the girl. "She will be living with us from now on."

K sucked on her thumb, examining each of the children in front of her. "Go on! Introduce yourselves." Wammy encouraged. "You're all about the same age, ten; you'll be the best of friends."

"I'm A." He held out his hand to her. K let go of Wammy's hand and shook A's. A had bright blue eyes, and very, very blonde hair. "I'm X." "I'm Y." The brunette twins were identical, except one of Y's eyes was partially gray-blue, while both of X's eyes were brown. K moved her gaze over to the last one. "I'm Z." She was squirming with excitement. Z had beautiful, wavy, ginger colored hair that came down to her shoulders and brown eyes, like K. K smiled shyly at her.

"Come," Wammy said to K. "Let me show you the home, then we can get you your schedule, your room, etcetera." He started to walk down the hall. After waving to the four, K followed.

They were passing a stairwell just as the raven haired boy from the window was coming down. She stopped and looked at him, and He looked at her. K took her finger out of her mouth when she noticed his eyes, the crimson red color they were. She was staring intently at him as Wammy turned around, noticing she had stopped.

"K?" He looked to where she was staring. "Oh! B, come introduce yourself."

B finished coming down the stairs, and held out his hand to K. "I'm B." She shook his hand. "And you might be?" "K." She said slowly, still staring at his eyes. They fascinated her. "Your eyes, they're so-

"Disturbing."

"No, they're beautiful."