Name: Dear Valentine

Pairings: L's parents

Summary: It's a twisted story about L's parents, the way they lived, died, and how L came to be.

Credit: I don't own Death Note, but Laurence and Rory are all mine. Also, the title belongs to a Guster song, check it out!

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I also need a Beta reader!


"I will be your home.

I will be your guide. I will be your friend.

Always on your side. Sleep now in your room,

quiet of the night. Surrounded by the moon,

until you see the light."

-"Night Mantra" Renee & Jeremy


There was nothing, until there was everything.

Perfection was the very thing people hated, mostly because to achieve such a thing would cost more then your entire life, it would take away your soul too. That, is why most shun away perfection in their heads, it's unreachable, a silly goal that won't ever come true. For some others, it's their entire being.

Laurence was no exception from the rule of stolen time for perfection. Despite the girl's name, there was nothing so masculine about her, except that her cross dressing tendencies tended to get in the way. No, her goal in life wasn't to be the male gender, but it was another mask to hide under.

Long story short, this 19 year old came to one conclusion. Being a guy, creating an alter ego, would get her out of a few messes. Also, life gets a bit boring when there's no where else to go. After getting out of college earlier then planned, Laurence had made her disappearing act, making her way to England. There wasn't much motive other then the fact that it seemed quite exciting.

Living in England so far had been slightly culture shock. Everything seemed to have subtle changes, resulting in almost disastrous situations. Laurence had been quick on her feet, the only thing missing was a job. Luckily, after years of saving, getting by wasn't that much of a problem.

At this very moment, Laurence had been trying to think of a name. Even with her boyish name, it just didn't fit the personality she was going for. The young detective needed to step up. Her long light brown hair was hidden under a shaggy haired wig, her slim body tied down with sleek white wrappings. It was the perfect disguise.

One might be skeptical about her reasoning over this. Laurence had always thought males were generally more trustworthy in the workplace, and this would make it easier to find work and not be in a spot where the boss would accept sexual pleasures for a favor. Laurence had thought the plan through, but not to her normal standards.

The papers were already being forged by a newly found friend, a man by the name of Bert. He was quite cranky at times, but easily swayed by a bit of cash. Soon, Laurence would be able to reach to new heights, better then what most others could do. It was because she was near perfection, the very thing most people sought out but never found. Nobody knows that perfection itself is flawed, it's cruel and unforgiving. Laurence could not escape.

Her feminine form was viewed as attractive. Her style was mixed with girl and women, fashionable no largely known brands. Her eyes were a deep brown, and her hair fell around her shoulders. Laurence had never been kissed or touched, which surprised most others. It wasn't that she was a model gorgeous, but had a look to her that made her appear almost innocent, something a guy would want to go after, because they couldn't have her.

It wasn't like Laurence felt that missing from her life. Relationships were important, but romance was a second string thing. When Laurence was a bit younger she did admittedly fall for a few boys and think about love, but it never amounted to much. She was much like a wall, unresponsive yet sturdy. The fact that Laurence wasn't above snarly remarks also drove away a few others, marking her as 'not even worth the fight'.

I like Benny.

Done, just like that. Benny, or Laurence, snapped out of her unwise gaze, and traveled down the street. It was Christmas Eve, very late at night. The green and red, sometimes white, lights blinked innocently in the air, igniting the night sky. Nobody else was really roaming the streets except for the young American. The time difference was a pain.

The setting was a bit eerie, the streets were lonesome and silent with holiday 'cheer'. It was a wonder why Laurence left home, after all, home was home was it not?

Striding forth, Laurence suddenly wasn't alone. The form that was coming toward her was quickening in pace. Laurence slowed down slightly, trembling slightly from the winter. It would have been smart to wear a winter coat instead of the sweatshirt Laurence had picked chosen. Her loose clothing gave her more of a illusion of being a male.

Laurence stopped under a streetlight, folding her long limbs over her chest. The stranger faltered slightly, but then caught up to a faster pace. The shoes clicked on the pavement lightly. Who else could possibly be up at this time of night? Ricky business goes on after midnight. Most mothers would tell their sons "nothing ever good happens after 1 am."

Suddenly, the stranger connected his shoulder with hers, knocking the breath out of her flimsy body, which was losing balance. This was a obvious accident, the stranger must have not been paying much attention to anything around him. Laurence grabbed onto him, determined to get an apology for such terrible behavior. Harshly grabbing at his shirt, Laurence found the fabric to been more worn then hers. The two bodies that belonged to themselves were cold to the touch, but to Laurence he was much warmer then she was.

The two toppled over without much hesitation, and with a sickening thud Laurence landed on the bottom of the human mess of limbs. The city was quiet beyond the small pants of the two young adults. Laurence felt a slight pain in her chest, most likely from the weight of the man on top of her. How awkward.

"I apologize." A low monotone voice mumbled, warm breath made it's way onto Laurence's neck. Struggling to get out of this position, the man held her down by her shoulders to find his own balance. Laurence allowed such invasion of her space.

"No problem." Laurence heaved herself up after him, attempting her best to lower her voice. It worked. Without another word, he scurried off, leaving Laurence behind with her thoughts.


Thoughts? I hope you enjoyed this very much.

Yes, I know it was quite short, but it's only the first chapter.

Please review! :3 I hope my OC's are nice.

Oh my, strangers can be naughty!