My first Death Note fic! Do be kind and go easy on me. Oh, and there might be Spoilers for like.. THE WHOLE STORY : ) First thing I want to talk about is L's past. I know nobody really knows about him except that he's probably from the orphanage and he's lived in England for about five years and won the junior badminton championship. So let's say he was probably from somewhere else before he moved to England and if he won the badminton championship, he had to still be schooling. And err… let's say he schooled there till Year 11 and went off somewhere else to study before becoming the world's best detective. (Edited and Added) And since he's still schooling, he still uses his original name which everybody knows... right? O.O Right... XD So somehow when he became the master detective, he erased his whole past history. Mwahahaha. Probably made Watari do it too. Poor Watari. LOL. Coz you know, there are bound to be records of him somewhere and some people know what he looks like so he has to never show his face. But his alias L can mean anything so he just, you know, useshisownname. So that's how Hannah knows his real name in this story until in the next chapter where she... hehe. Review to find out! Phew, hope that's cleared up.
And uh, sorry for Typos! I know they're in there somewhere! Grr...
Disclaimer: Everything is entirely fictitious and I don't own DN. They belong to their creative, amazing, wonderful author and artist.
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Chapter 1: Of Memories and Chocolate
Such bliss… Such pure sweet bliss. She was swimming in a sea of chocolate; the waves were gently rolling over her. The skies were made of syrup and the clouds were made from cotton candy. The sweet smell of chocolate filled her up and she loved it. She spotted a chocolate cake nearby and her mouth watered.
"Hannah!" the chocolate cake called her. "Hannah, what are you doing?"
Wasn't it obvious, Hannah frowned. She was swimming in a sea of chocolate.
"Wake up, Hannah! Wake up!" the chocolate cake called.
But she wasn't asleep... she wasn't,,,
"Hannah!"
The girl around the age of fifteen was startled out of her daze by the shrill voice of Mrs. Porter, the English teacher. Hannah swept back her long raven hair from her green eyes and stared back at her teacher, blushing profusely. What a silly dream she had.
"Is something wrong with you, Hannah?" Mrs. Porter asked in concern. "It's very unlike you to daydream in class."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Porter," Hannah bowed her head in shame.
"Well, don't do it again," the teacher said before turning back to the board.
"Yes," Hannah murmured more to herself and looked up.
A pair of dark rimmed eyes caught her attention and she stared back into the black pools of a messy haired boy. He was looking back at her with curiosity, unabashed at holding gazes with the girl. Hannah felt her heart skip a beat and she looked back down to her textbook.
"Mr. Lawliet, turn your head back to the blackboard, please!" Mrs. Porter called.
L turned around and fixed his attention on the teacher once again. Hannah bit her lip and looked up, staring at the back of his head. At the end of the day, when classes finally ended and the last bell had rung, Hannah took her time packing her things. She felt so out of it today that she wondered what was wrong with herself. She slung her bag over her shoulder and made her way out of the now empty classroom, only to find a certain someone waiting for her.
"Hey," L greeted her.
She blinked and looked at him while giving a small smile.
"Hi," she greeted back, where an awkward silence followed.
"Um… want to walk back with me?" he asked.
"Sure…" she said and followed him out to the schoolyard.
The walk back to the orphanage was not that long, ten minutes at the most. But this time, it felt so much longer than that to the two. The beginning of their journey was mostly awkward silence.
"So… uh," L scratched his head. "It was pretty weird of you to be snoozing away in class earlier."
"Yeah, it was…" she agreed.
"Anything wrong?" he asked curiously.
"I… don't think so," she replied.
"I noticed this couple of years since I moved here that you always act weirdly on this one particular day," he said.
One particular day…? Then it struck her. Of course… her stomach lurched uncomfortably and she gulped nervously.
It was her birthday.
"Why's that?" L persisted on asking.
He was just that curious, wasn't he? Hannah frowned slightly and bit her lip. She had never told anyone about her birthday before. Well, nobody ever asked actually… She was a bit of a loner in school and in the orphanage as well. She never spoke unless spoken to. And she was sometimes referred to as a bit of a nerd even though she was very active in tennis and badminton.
"Hannah?" L called.
"Say, L… may I ask you something?" she asked.
"Provided you answer my question first," he said stubbornly.
She gave a small sigh before answering, "It's my birthday."
He stopped walking abruptly and stared at her. Hannah stopped as well and turned around to look at him. The look of shock and fascination on his face was hilarious that she couldn't help giggling at him. And she never giggled before.
"Don't stop walking," she told him and turned back around to continue down the sidewalk.
He managed to catch up to her in the next second. He still had that ridiculous expression on his face.
"Why don't you tell anyone?" he asked.
"'Cause I don't wanna," she said. "Anyway… it's not like anyone's gonna celebrate it for me."
He didn't know what made him do it, perhaps it was that utterly heart breaking look on her face that did. She looked so sad, so fragile at that moment, he thought she might break when he took her wrist in his hand and pulled her to a stop.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking at him with raised eyebrows.
"I'm gonna celebrate your birthday with you," he declared.
"What?!" she cried loudly. "You must be joking. Now?"
"Yep," he said, half pulling and half dragging her across the street.
"And where are we going?" she demanded.
"To a really nice place I found the other day," he told her enthusiastically.
"Oh, L, stop it!" she cried exasperatedly.
But he didn't stop. He continued pulling her across town until they reached a small quaint café situated in a back street between two more popular cafes.
"Everybody just ignore this place because of the other two beside it," he told her. "But in all honesty, this place is far more superior than the other two."
"Oh?" Hannah raised an eyebrow.
They entered the small shop and sat in a corner booth. A waitress walked over and handed them two menus but L stopped her and ordered two slices of chocolate fudge cake and a candle. The waitress blinked at him in a moment's confusion before heading back to the counter to get his order.
"The cake here is simply superb," he said.
"I honestly don't know why you're doing this," she told him.
"I don't know either," he smiled.
A moment later, the waitress came back with two plates of chocolate fudge cake and a candle. L took the candle and stuck it in the middle of one of the cakes and pushed the plate towards Hannah. He then dug around his bag for a lighter and lit the candle.
"Why do you have a lighter with you?" she asked, frowning.
"You might never know when you need it for occasions like this," he shrugged. "Now… make a wish."
"I don't have a wish," she told him.
"Then make one up," he said.
"How can you make a wish up?" she asked him in confusion.
"Then just blow the candle," he said exasperatedly.
And she did. She leaned over the table and blew the candle out. A wave of emotions flooded her as she watched the tiny wisps of smoke hovering above the candle. It was the first time ever that she had blown out a birthday candle before. She looked up at L who was smiling at her. She blinked and looked back at the cake.
"That's all, right?' she asked uncertainly.
"Yep," he said and picked up a fork to start eating his own cake. "Go on, try it."
She plucked the candle out of the creamy treat and picked up her fork to eat it. It indeed was good, so sweet and chocolaty, was that a word? She smiled in content as she ate.
"It is good," she told him.
He nodded in agreement and continued eating. After their piece of cake, they hung around for a cup of coffee before walking back to the orphanage. On the way there, Hannah suddenly remembered something.
"Hey, I'm entitled to ask you something after answering your previous question," she told him.
"Yes, I remember you asking me," he said. "What is it?"
"Why are you named L?" she asked.
He looked ahead without answering her. Hannah waited for a bit before she opened her mouth to ask him again when he cut her off.
"I don't know," he said.
"You don't know?" she blinked.
"I thought it was rather clever," he shrugged.
"Where were you from before you got transferred here?" she asked. "What happened to your parents?"
"I was from Ireland," he said. "My parents died in a car accident. It was just a couple of years ago when Mr. Whammy heard about it and decided to take me in since he felt indebted to my family."
"Indebted?" Hannah furrowed her eyebrows.
"I don't know the details," he said.
"Oh…" she looked down to the ground. "My father died before I was born and my mother left me in the orphanage when I was one month old. I don't know what they look like."
L glanced at her.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," she retorted.
They reached the orphanage then and went inside. Something white and furry suddenly got thrown down at L and landed on his head with a squeak. He plucked it off with his thumb and index finger and let it dangle in the air like that.
"…Wendy," he called.
Hannah looked up curiously to the stairs and saw a girl with pale skin and pale blonde hair with grey eyes, wearing a pale pink nightdress. She peered out through the banister at the both of them with a mischievous smile.
"Why did you throw this bear at me?" L asked her.
"You said you were coming home early to play with me!" Wendy pouted at him.
"Yes, I remember that," L said. "I'm sorry, Wendy, but you see… it's Hannah's birthday today. Why don't you come down to greet her?"
Hannah glanced at L and tried her best not to blush as Wendy hopped down the stairs to them. She stopped in front of Hannah and took her hands.
"Happy birthday, Hannah!" Wendy greeted enthusiastically.
Hannah's eyes widened numerously. She felt so happy; her heart could have exploded any second. She felt so touched at this simple act. She smiled in gratitude at the young girl.
"Thank you," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
"Your welcome!" the girl beamed. "Hey, L, can Hannah play with us too?"
"Well… if she wants to," L glanced at her.
"I would love to," Hannah smiled at him.
"Yay! Let's go then!" Wendy said, taking both their hands and tugging them to follow her.
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"I didn't know you were so good with children," Hannah said as they arranged the playroom while Wendy slept on the couch nearby.
"Wendy, she…" L began. "Has a terminal illness and… the other children don't really like her so she plays by herself most of the time."
"Terminal illness?" Hannah asked.
"She has leukaemia," L told her.
Hannah clapped a hand to her mouth.
"Isn't she going to the hospital?" Hannah asked. "Isn't she being treated?"
"They give her medicine here but she refuses to go to the hospital," L sighed.
"Poor Wendy…" Hannah said, looking at the sleeping child.
"I know…" L said.
"That's why you're so nice to her?" Hannah asked.
"That's one of the reasons," he said, standing on his toes to replace a box of puzzles on the top most shelf.
Hannah was momentarily distracted by how tall he was. Since he was always walking and sitting with his back hunched over, she never knew his exact height.
"The other reason is because she reminds me of me," he turned around and gave her a small smile.
"She does?" Hannah asked, fascinated. "How so?"
"I don't know…" L shrugged. "Maybe because people tend to stay away from her…"
"Oh, L…" Hannah frowned.
"Well, anyway…" he said to cut her off then walking over to Wendy to carry her in his arms. "We better send her to her room."
Hannah nodded and followed him to Wendy's room. She helped open the door for him before stepping in herself. She was rather amazed at the décor of the room. It was mostly pink, with frills strung around the walls and stuffed animals lined the entire room. A little girl's paradise…
"She loved collecting these things," L said, laying the girl on the bed before tossing a stuffed elephant onto a pile of toys in the corner. "She said she wanted to have the most toys stuffed in one room in the entire world.
Hannah chuckled. "Pretty ambitious, huh?"
"Yep," L said, stepping out and closing the door behind them.
"Well, it's late… We should head to bed too," Hannah said.
"I agree," L nodded. "Good night, Hannah. Sweet dreams."
Hannah smiled brightly. "You too, L. And… thank you for today."
"It was my pleasure," L said.
"Good night," Hannah said, walking towards her room at the end of the corridor.
"Night."
L watched her disappear into her room and continued standing there until he heard the faint click of the lock. He sighed and looked down to the floor, ruffling his hair a bit before heading into his own room, which was just opposite hers.
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Seven years later…
"Kira… such an interesting character…"
A young woman at the age of twenty-four stood up from her seat and walked towards the large pane of glass window overlooking London. Her soft brown hair was tied up in a loose messy bun on the back of her head with some tendrils falling into her green eyes and framing her pale face. Pink nail polished fingers pushed a pair of spectacles higher up the bridge of her sharp nose as she bit her stained wine lips.
"I've estimated his age to be around seventeen or eighteen," she said to herself. "An intellectual, smart… unafraid to take action. A severely growing God complex… and a possible sociopath. Method of killing… supernatural. There is no logical way to make a person get a heart attack."
She turned around with a swish of her white coat and returned to her seat, swivelling around for a few seconds. She faced her laptop once again and began typing a series of theories onto it.
"Goodness, what are you doing in the dark like this?" a voice exclaimed from the doorway.
The lights were turned on and the woman snapped her head up to take a look at the intruder, blinking from the sudden bright lights.
"Ben?" she raised an eyebrow. "Is there reason for disrupting me?"
"You've got it," he said.
"Got… what?" she asked, her heart racing excitedly. Already, she felt the onset of adrenaline pumping through her veins. Please let it be what she had been hoping for…
"You've got an audience with him," Ben announced. "With the world's greatest detective… L."
She stood up, smiling brightly.
"Yes," she said triumphantly. "When can I see him?"
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Wow, I think this is the longest first chapter I've ever wrote. XD Reviews please! If not, I'll steal L's sugar cubes and force him eat veggies. Dun Dun Dun…
L: T.T Nuuuuu…!
You can't ignore that poor, sad, puppy dog eyed face now can you? (cackles evilly)
Light: I can. (grins evilly as he holds the sugar cube bowl away from L)
L: D : I knew it, you're Kira! You're conspiring with this evil woman to kill me! I'm hypoglycaemic! I demand my sugar!
Light: Right, as if I'm gonna fall for that again!
L: ..Sugar.. X.X
DA: Er… Light, maybe you should give him one little sugar cube… he looks like he's really dying..
Light: Muwahahahahahaha!
DA: O.O Light!
L: (gets up and points at him accusingly) I knew it, he is Kira!
Light: See! You were lying! You're not hypoglycaemic!
L: X
TBC. XD