It was his first night here, watching the grass frozen under the snow, and he could hear children's chattering in their bedrooms. He hoped it would be a nice job, despite his disliking to children. Besides, he loved the scenery behind this window.
He didn't know how wrong he was.
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~Roger's Window~
Death Note © Tsugumi Ohba & Takeshi Obata
Summary: He saw them gone behind the window. One by one, and he did nothing to stop them.
Genre: Angst
Rating: K
Warning: Roger-centric. Matt/Linda hint.
A/N: this is my first English fanfic, so… please leave some critics! Point out everything that bugging your eyes! Point out every mistakes, miss-spelled words, grammar—everything! I accept all types of critics, even the harsh ones.
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The window was warm under the summer's night breeze. But it wasn't warmness his fingers touch now, nor what is he looking at.
It was coldness. Coldness spread from that body—even after the ambulance has took his body to the hospital, the same coldness still lingered on his fingers—because he had touched it, when he found his body hanging on a rope in the bell tower.
And the poor boy's skin was just as cold as the frozen grass on his first night here.
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It was past midnight, just few nights after the first child's death.
He saw him sneaking past the doors; silently walked through the garden, making his way to the gate. He did nothing to stop him, mostly because nobody liked the boy. Who will miss him if he's gone? So he just stood behind the same cold window…
Suddenly, that boy turned his head and met his glass-shielded gaze. And the boy's gaze was as cold as the frozen grass on his first night here.
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It was winter, two years after First Child's death and Second Child's disappearance. He swore outside was just as cold as his first night here.
But still, that young man—another greatest mind ever lived—refused to wear socks, letting the freezing winter wind bite his skin. Stepped down from limousine, hunched over, he saw the young man opened the gate from his office's window. He hoped on his next visit to the House, the young man accepted socks on his pale feet.
He didn't know there was no such thing like next visit.
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It was the hardest raining England can have, few years after the sock-less young man's last visit.
He wondered why that boy kept walking under the rain—didn't he soaked or felt the coldness? Yet, he did nothing to stop him, just like when the Second Child made his way through the gate years ago.
When the boy's back disappeared from his glass-shielded gaze, he wondered if it was anger that warmed him, keeping him from freezing like the grass on his first night here.
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It was autumn, and the grass dried dead under their feet.
He saw them climbing the wall together by midnight: a red-haired boy and brunette girl. He knew why the boy leaving the orphanage like this—but the girl shouldn't have to. He knew tomorrow the girl would leave the House anyway.
Maybe the girl just wanted a little rebellious adventure.
Still, he knew they would go on separate ways once they made it outside the House. The girl would walk to fame, to spotlight, to exhibitions and galleries and headlines on art magazines.
But the boy's path only leads to destruction.
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The snow-haired boy—as white as the snow on his first night here—is back. The only one who didn't disappeared unnoticed at midnight. He offered a chance to him, to work as his right-hand man and thus, leaving the House under someone else's care.
Under someone who will never knew about everything he saw behind the window.
So Roger agreed, and hoped his successor never saw what he had seen from the window.
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A/N: I know it was short, summary sucks and all, but if I never tried, I will never get feedbacks, right?