Disclaimer: I do not own death note
But I do own Moci. Do not steal her. I am planning to do big things with her..
England: December 1st 1989
The snow was cold. So was everything in this frozen tundra. I cuddled into my purple scarf and tried to burry as much of my face into it as I could. I hugged my knees as random by passers pretended not to notice. Why would they want to look at me? I am considered strange after all. I am a 10 year old who just happened to have cat ears, green hair, and beautiful purple eyes. I was also known to have a mature personality. I had on tan jacket with darker colored tan fuzz going up and down on the middle of it. I also had on plain blue jeans and boots that matched my jacket. These were the only clothes I owned. But I didn't mind though. I liked these clothes.
I buried my head in my scarf and knees trying to keep warm. I looked up just to see how many by passers there were. But to my astonishing surprise, a little child around the age of 3 or 4 was sitting in front of my feet. The little girl didn't say anything but only stared. I just kept staring back. "Karin! Don't talk to strangers!" The mother of the so called Karin had said. The mother gave me a strange look and picked her child up in a hurry. Then they faded into the snow in the distance. Humph. It's not like I cared if anyone gave me those mean looks. Actually I am quite used to it. Besides I like who I am. It helped me that I knew there had to be others like me somewhere in this messed up world.
I took a deep breath and buried my head back in my scarf and rested it upon my knees again. "Hello." I heard an unfamiliar voice say. I looked up to see who would talk to someone like me. It was a tall man. He was dressed in a dark brown trench coat and had on blue jeans. He was also wearing gloves that someone could probably say were hobo-ish. "H-hi" I said not scared, just very cold. " Are you lost? Or are you homeless?" He asked quite rudely. "Homeless." I sighed. I had never been asked this question but I already knew I hated it.
"Come with me." He said even more impolitely.
I wanted to slap him. You don't order someone to come with you. You are supposed to invite. "I have a place warm you can stay. " He continued holding out his hand. I already knew he most likely wasn't a really kind person. But if he did offer me a place to stay, and suggested it was warm, I don't know how I could refuse. "O-o-ok." I said standing up. As I stood up my body ached from being in the cold to long. "Alright then…" The man said putting his hand back down to his body. Apparently understanding I didn't want to hold his gummy hand. "Just follow me then." He said as he turned to lead the way. As I followed him I could already tell I was sick. I started sneezing and coughing. But the worst of my entire condition was that my nose was runny. I hate that. We trudged threw the snow for what seemed like forever. My head was hurting and I needed a place to lie down soon. Ever since my parents where murdered last spring I haven't had hardly any sleep.
"Are you okay?" He said trying to sound concerned yet we both knew he didn't care. "Not really. I don't feel to well." I said nearly choking because I had a sore throat. "Don't worry. We are almost there and then you can get some rest." He said still incredibly unwelcoming. We walked further until we saw a diminutive looking cottage. "Here we are." He said.
I just wanted to tell him to loosen up a bit or teach him to be more inviting but instead I just kept quiet. It wasn't to terribly small in the inside like it looked like it would be from the outside. It wasn't decorated very pleasantly though. It had piles and piles of junk on all of the dressers, shelves, television stands, and bookcases. There was hardly any light except for a few lamps on the covered dressers and shelves.
"You can sleep in that room over there." He said not looking in any direction except on the ground yet he was pointing to a room on the right side of the house. "T-thank you so much." I was still very cold and had no time to waste. "Can I please take a hot bath?" I asked trying to make eye contact with the man but he didn't seem to even want to look at me. "Do whatever you want neko." Neko! I hated it when someone called me that. I would like to be called by my name. Not just slang for something I am.
"Thank you for your kindness but please call me Mico." I tried to be as polite as I could after that little episode. "Okay. I'm sorry." He said still not making eye contact. "Could you please make eye contact with me to?" I said still trying to sound polite. "I'm truly sorry that I have taken your time away from you. However you did in fact offer me a place to stay." I said as he finally made the eye contact I was hoping for.
I also noticed that he had green eyes beneath his long brown clutter of hair. "Also…" I continued. "It would be even nicer if I knew your name." I said putting on a fake smile. Actually I was just hoping to learn his name so I can finally go take a bath. "My name?" he asked sounding surprised. I don't know any reason anyone would be surprised at a simple question like that. "Yes..." I said urging him to continue. "I actually… don't have a name of my own." He said it very calmly. So calmly I was wondering if he was lying or not. "How can someone human not have a name?" I said almost laughing. "You see… My mother died giving birth and my father died of a heart attack before I was born. I was never given a name. And a hospital never placed me for adoption because I was born at home, which is now, here."
I was in dead shock. After all it was a convincing story. Except for one thing "But how could you live everyday life without giving anyone your name? There has to be something you go by." I was very confused. Yes I was a pretty smart 10 year old with a very big vocabulary. But something like this I could probably never understand at this age. "I stayed away from people. In fact you are the first person I have talked to." It all made since now. He didn't make eye contact, he was very impolite, and basically he had been talking to himself all these years. "But how did you buy things at shops? And how did you get food?" I was becoming very curious. "I'm a thief." He said trying to make eye contact. But he was struggling because when someone says something like that it's hard to look at the person whom you are talking to. It's just a sad fact of life. "A thief? You are a person who steals from others? That is horrible!" I wanted to yell, or run out of the house because if he is a thief than who knows what other criminal activity he does! He could have just kidnapped me and I wouldn't have known it! "It's the only way to survive." He didn't look surprised at my reaction.
"No it isn't. I don't see why you would have to become a criminal just because you don't have a name. You could've made one up!" I said completely forgetting about my bath or my illness. "But you see… I like being a thief. And you my darling are going to help me." He said it as if it were written on a script for him. "What?!? You can't make me help you! I won't do it!" I was terrified. I shouldn't have ever taken an offer like this from some creepy stranger that I met on the street. "Think before you speak my lovely Moci. If you don't help me I might either kill you or if you are lucky just leave you out in the cold again. Now how would you like that?" The way he was talking now gave me the sense that he had done this before. "So what is it going to be?" he stepped closer to me. He was much taller than me and had to be at least 19 to 25. "Do you honestly want to step out in the cold or be murdered? Even if I don't kill you it seems like it would be even more torture for you to live in the cold. That would be a slow and painful death, now wouldn't it?"
I couldn't think. Would I rather die? Or become a criminal? I clutched my hands tightly. "Fine. I will help you. But if you ever lay a finger on me I won't let you off easy." I can't believe I just said that. How intimidating could that sound coming from a 10 year old. I think I just made a fool of myself. No, I know I had just made a fool of myself. Ha-ha-ha... he started to laugh. "Wow, I never though I would here that come from a cute little girl like you! Go on; take your bath and rest. Tomorrow will be a busy day." He said with a smile.
Authors Note: Whoo~ this is my first fan fiction and i'm going to try and make it pretty long. Be patient L will come in soon!! I promise!
Oh and I am ment to be Moci, But you can pretend to be her if you please. 3 Thanks for reading!