Wammy House: Winchester, England.

June 2, 2003.

Current mental state: Stable.

Entry 1 start:

Hello, and to all reading this I say congratulations. To have broken into my system and opened my most private and well guarded files is no small feat indeed, requiring a knowledge of computers surpassing Matt's. I do believe it is proper to start out with my name, if this should be my account of my life. That name is Toccata, Misaki. I was born June third, nineteen eighty-five(making my current age seventeen). I was born to Risa and Lee Toccata in an underground bunker on Japan's west coast.

You may ask, 'Why not a hospital?' and the answer to that is simple, my father was paranoid. With good reason it turned out as, the moment he left the bunker(approximately three months after my birth), he was shot with my mother following shortly after. I was taken pity on by the man who had killed my parents, apparently having not been given instructions on what to do with me or indeed informed that i had even existed. Hence i came to live with him for the first four years of my life.

I could lie and say that those years with my parents' murderer were the worst, most scarring years of my life but the truth of the matter is that they were really rather unremarkable. He lived by himself, as is most assassins' wont. He fed me, clothed me, taught me how to speak and read and write and kill without a trace. All things young child genii raised by assassins should know. Said assassin, Marcus, raised me well and with a firm yet fair hand. He wasn't a model father figure, nor especially loving, but he was never cruel and always strove to do right by me.

On May 27, 1989 he left for one of his many missions. he never returned. I waited for two months exactly, giving him plenty of time to contact me or return, neither of which happened. I assume him dead. I left his house(for assassins do not really have 'homes', rather just places of residence.) and headed for England, my destination; Wammy House. It was hardly surprising in Marcus's line of work that sooner or later something like this should happen, and in the event of his death he had told me to search out Wammy House. All he knew was that it was in Winchester, but seeing as though the population was only forty thousand or so, he had assured me i would find it without any trouble.

This was indeed the case and, within three days i found myself within the gates of Wammy House, being tested by a man named Roger Ruvie who apparently ran the school in the founder's absence. I was admitted into the orphanage with relative ease, as a genius scoring on the IQ test presented seemed to be the only requirement to get in. From then on to the present i have been living in Wammy's House, learning, training to be the great L's successor. I am currently considered fourth in line in the list of successors, Near(N) being the first, Mello(M) second, and Matt third.

The reason for this is not lack of intelligence by any means, but merely a lack of motivation among other things. It has become Roger's favorite thing to say to me that no matter the intellect of a person, without drive they will get nowhere. It certainly seemed to be proving true as, while the other three had been visited by L to be interviewed personally, i had not. I had gotten glimpses of the man of course, but that was all they were. In truth i had no idea what the man we were all working to succeed was like at all. Not for certain anyway. I had observed several things about his personality and lifestyle from his appearance and bearing but such things could be proved false, as i have never been able to properly observe him. Until today.

Roger had called me into his office for one of his monthly 'motivation' speeches. He was in the middle of his very rousing(I'm sure) lecture. I was taping it secretly to get a voice sample so i could crack the newest alarm he'd put on the gate surrounding Wammy's(which after midnight could only be opened by voice command from him, L, Watari, and other such important people), when the dark haired legend himself walked through the door, the founder following. Roger straightened instantly, cutting himself off mid-sentence and bowing to the pair.

Watari bowed back, L nodding his acknowledgement. I watched them openly from my seat on the floor, a habit from my days living Marcus's spartan lifestyle. Roger had them turned back to me, seeming to have just remembered i was there. Here I have enclosed the conversation, as it is my first contact with L and I find it relevant to my day.

[ "Alright Misaki, we'll talk more later. I hope until then there will be no more escape attempts from you?" he ended with a questioning inflection to give me the pretense of a choice. That was laughable. It was a warning as well though, one i had no intention of heeding.

"Escape attempt?" I scoffed slightly.

"Please, anyone here could 'escape' with little effort. And seeing as they aren't even bound here legally, there really is no point. I merely wish to explore and, seeing as i am only just fourth in line, i find it fairly safe to do so, especially given my skill set." I sighed out.

"And you are only fourth because of this attitude!" Roger ground out irritably, running a hand through his hair.

"If you would just apply yourself Misaki, you could be in the top two without a doubt. You have the ability to be first, yet you refuse to even try, why is that?" he demanded an answer from me. I only scoffed again, turning my head away petulantly. Childish I know, but that was a perk of being a genius, you could act however you wanted without question. People would just write it off as one of the many quirks that can come with the IQ. Far from absorbed with my current argument, I had continued to observe L from the corner of my eye, taking my chance to suss him out. Little could be gleaned, since all he'd been doing was standing there, but I managed to figure a few things out. He was interested in Roger and I's fight, the content in any case. The fight itself seemed to make him a bit uncomfortable, like he didn't approve of confrontations such as these. My mental evaluation was cut off as Roger seemed to give up, throwing his arms in the air as a gesture of defeat.

"Fine, but let me ask you one thing. If L needed to be succeeded now, say he died earlier today, what would you do? Would you let someone less fit for the job take over? Would you give the world less than what should be given? Would you let Near, just a child, live that lifestyle so early?" as he questioned me, three sets of eyes bore a hole into me. I narrowed my own eyes.

"Of course not! I would take your little assessment seriously and take over until he, Mello, Matt, or another surpassed me intellectually then I would relinquish control to them. I am not negligent, I just find it stupid to compete so uselessly for first when I know there are others with more potential then I." Roger looked at me then, a kind of questioning in his eyes. I rolled my own in response.

"The world, as you agree, deserves the best, the brightest to succeed L. While it is true that this person is currently me, I have seen the three grow. I have seen what they have in them, what they will one day become. In the end, I believe they will far out shine myself, and even L who they shall succeed. No offense." I nodded to him, taking this chance to more carefully observe him. He muttered a low 'None taken.' His voice was smooth, deep, and monotone, altogether nice to listen to. I stood up, already having stayed too long arguing uselessly. I would be back here when Roger got the chance, going through the same spiel as always.

"Well if we're done here, I'll just be going. I'm sure that Mello's gotten into something he shouldn't again, if he's still on the premises at all…" With that I waved over my shoulder walking out.

"It was nice to finally meet you L, Watari." I said offhandedly, as if it wasn't important, then turned the corner out of sight.]

I continued on, keeping a cool exterior when inside I was secretly having a melt down. My first meeting with L and Watari, and I had surely blown it. There was no way I would ever be able to work with them in the future now, as Near and Mello have with previous cases. This sucked majorly as, despite how I act or what people may think, I actually do respect them, and admire the way L solves cases. To see his process first hand would have been informative and interesting for sure. Now the opportunity may never come. The rest of the day went on as it normally does, with a few texts on assorted things such as law and physics and other light reading. I solved a few cases under the alias Alexandra Ross. I spent some time with Near and Mello as well, talking with them long into the night.

It was only when Near's head drooped as he fell asleep mid-game that I realized just how late it was. I looked to Mello whose eyes were struggling to stay open as well. I packed up the game and brought Near to bed, seeing Mello to his room before wandering off to the kitchen. My lunch had been interrupted by Roger, and I had skipped dinner in favor of cracking Matt's latest security software. Needless to say I was hungry, and seeing as though It was officially my birthday, being five in the morning, there was only one thing for it. Crepes. Some of my fondest memories of my time with Marcus had been making Crepes with him each birthday. He sucked at cooking, but Crepes were the one thing he could make perfectly.

Naturally I had learned to make them from the cradle. So I set about making plates and plates of them, by the time six rolled around and everyone shuffled down to eat, the tables were set with plates of Crepes and pitchers of different drinks. I ate in the kitchen, and not five minutes later, L walked in. I nodded my head in greeting and gestured to the remaining plates, one piled high which I had set aside for him as everyone in Wammy's knew his love for sweets.

"Crepes?" I offered. His eyes absolutely lit up as he spotted them. There were some stuffed with chocolate, with powdered sugar on top. Others were filled with cut up strawberries and crème, topped with whipped crème, there were vanilla filled, nut filled and various others.

"There's a plate for Watari here, if you would tell him when you see him, and for Roger." I commented. He merely nodded, absorbed in the sugary confections. I watched as he ate crepe after crepe after crepe, silently wondering at his lack of reaction to the massive intake of sugar. Slightly concerned that he would choke at the rate he was going I poured him a cup of tea, refilling my own while I was up. This too he added copious amounts of sugar to before even tasting. I watched as he polished off the whole plate before I had finished three of my own crepes. Having had my fill of sugar, as well as just food in general, I offered him the other two untouched crepes on my plate. He accepted these with a small, almost nonexistent smile. Though in truth with the dark bags under his eyes, contrasting with the pale white of his skin, it almost made him look…like a panda. A genius panda that sits strangely. When he had finished these two he grabbed the remaining two plates and exited, and I could only hope that they would make it to their intended consumers.