A/N: My second fic! I decided on something lighter in theme since my first one was kinda heavy…lol…ok, this is the chibi versions of L, Mello, Near and Matt and again, an OC I have made…
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. I wish I do.
--Chapter 1--
--Newcomer--
It was a bright midsummer's morning when it all started. The sky was a bright pale blue and the sun shone brightly, it hurts the eyes. A gleaming black car stopped in front of the gates of The Wammy House. A stiff middle-aged man went out from the car and took a look inside of the car. It was as if he was urging someone to come out. Finally, he managed to persuade the other passenger of the car to come out. It was a girl of at least four years old. She stepped down from the car and held on to Mr. Wammy's hand and her other hand was raised up to her mouth, as she sucked at her thumb. It was Lira's first day at the Wammy House and she was nervous as hell.
It has been two weeks since Lira had lost her parents. She never understood why they were killed. And it was such a very horrible sight to see. She doesn't even know if her parents ever made such bad enemies that they were killed in such a brutal way. The police officers also got into her as they interrogated her and asked her questions that though she can clearly understand, she doesn't know the answers to. The police then gave her up as a bad job. She also does not understand why she was brought to this seemingly 'special' orphanage. She can't see anything special about being an orphan, anyway.
Mr. Wammy led her to the main building of the orphanage and she mutely followed. The old man then stopped in front of a wooden door just like the others beside it. The man then kneeled so that he was almost level with the little girl and held her by the shoulders.
"Lira, this will be your room. You'll be sharing it with a young boy. We're not very particular with gender differences here, by the way. The children here are classified by intellect so there's no problem whether you're a boy or a girl. Go inside now. Your roommate may be there…as always," Mr. Wammy told the girl and opened the door for her. She stepped inside the rather large room that is surprisingly fully-furnished with everything an average person may need. She remembered that children are classified in the orphanage by their intelligence. Her roommate must be the smartest kid in the orphanage to get in a room like this.
She decided to take a look around. Maybe her roommate is sulking somewhere. Boys are always up to something, she concluded. But a few looks around the large hotel suite-like room made her realize that her roommate was nowhere to be found.
Dinner proceeded in the large hall of the orphanage. Noises ensued from every corner due to the children that ran amok fighting about little things like toys and the likes. Lira thought that her roommate may be in their room by that time but still to no avail. He must be up to something. Was Lira's last thought before she finally fell asleep in her soft single-sized bed.
Lira had a wonderful dream about cakes, chocolates, toys, video games and strawberries. A large blob of strawberry appeared before her. It suddenly grew arms and feet and began dancing in a very funny way in front of her. "Kawaii!" Lira exclaimed and chased after the strawberry which had made a bid for freedom by running away and jumping at the same time. Lira ran after it but tripped on a large block of chocolate. The strawberry then ran back to her and made her sit. "Thank you, strawberry-san!" Lira told the strawberry and tried to touch it but it began poking her. "Ouch, strawberry-san! That hurts!" she exclaimed but the strawberry just continued poking her.
Poke. Poke. Poke. Lira fidgeted in her bed. Apparently she was still having that dream about strawberries. She managed to free herself from the covers and managed to land a punch at the perpetrator. "OUCH!" the strawberry in Lira's dream exclaimed and that made Lira snap out of her reverie. She sat bolt upright to and peered down her bed where something that looks like a porcupine was struggling to stand up. "Strawberry-san?" she murmured sleepily, peering at the thing beside her bed. She was still stuck with her dream. Slowly, the thing stood up and faced her.
It was a boy. Not a porcupine, not even close to a strawberry. It was a wide-eyed boy wearing baggy clothes. As Lira took a closer look, he already had small eye bags under his eyes. He scratched his head and rubbed at the place where Lira had punched him. He eyed Lira without any expression and spoke.
"You're pretty strong for a girl, eh? And I would really appreciate it if you don't call me strawberry-san. I have a name, you know," He told Lira in a cold voice. Lira thought he was angry.
"I'm sorry about that. But I would also appreciate it if you don't pole me to wake me up," Lira answered.
"Ok, then. I won't poke you if you won't call me strawberry-san. Deal?" The boy said.
"Deal. By the way, what is your name?" The girl asked.
"It's L. an this little fellow over here is B," the boy answered. It was then that Lira noticed a small boy about the age of two or three cowering behind L and grabbing at his baggy pants. She thought that this guy might be using some stupid name and decided to play along.
"I'm Lee, by the way," She answered inventing madly.
"Nice to meet you, Lee," L said and extended hid hand to the girl still sitting on the bed.
"Nice meeting you too, L," Lira said and shook the hand that L had extended. B, realizing that there was no danger at all with the girl before him decided to come out from behind L and stretched his arms above him, reaching for Lira's extended arm and hugged it. "You too, B. Nice meeting you," Lira said. She knew from her instincts that it would be the start of a long-lasting friendship.