AN: Hello readers! It has been a while so I bring to you yet another death note fan fiction. Mello x Oc…. yeah I like the chocoholic don't judge, just enjoy. A rewrite that I had never published ehehehe

It was dark, the rain was heavy. I had been walking for kilometres now and I was soaked. Every muscle in my body ached, my teeth clattering, my breath short and shallow. For as long as I can remember, I had never lived in one stable home for more than a year. Foster parents, different orphanages, you name it. A few were abusive. Alcoholics, drug addicts some even scarier places. And some were alright. Filled with laughter, smiles and memories.

But it was never too long before I felt as though I didn't belong and left in the middle of the night with my little suitcase; not a trace left behind me. You can say that I am foolish for doing such acts; but by now I wouldn't probably even listen. At age seventeen, I stopped caring what everybody thought of me. I had overheard Cheyenne my last foster mom speaking on the phone with somebody the other day.

I only made out a few words such as my name and pressed my ear against the door to try to see what was going on. "Yes…. yes I… no it would be best. Hmmm….. 4357 Quillish Dr…. yes okay thank you." After a quick engine search, I had discovered it was a boarding school for girls. Now I understand that my behaviour has been rather unacceptable lately but I can't help it. A few fistfights here and there but nothing too serious, one broken nose as well as a shattered ego. Nobody makes fun of my mom. Her and I were so close.

She had died when I was five, cancer wasn't fair that way. My father had been in the army so when mom died, I was left alone in this world. The only thing in her will left to me was a diary. This diary was never going to be found unless I gave her long lost friend a visit.

His place wasn't that far from my last foster home so I decided to go there and maybe spend a night or two until I decide what I am going to do with my life. After a couple of hours I slugged my screaming legs up the cobble stone path of the Wammy House. A metal gate protected the ancient house. Some shingles on the pointed roof were peeling off as well as the paint fading, but never the less the house was well taken care of. The grass cut neatly with rows of flowers on the pathways leading towards the massive garden on the west side of the house. The tall windows were decorated with stain glass, an elegant touch to the old house.

As I knocked on the door lightly, a small child opened the door. He had white hair and was twisting it eagerly between his fingers. HIs other hand clenched a toy robot against his chest protectively. He wore baggy pyjamas and white socks. He stared at me for a few seconds before shuffling off, disappearing in one of the many corridors. I stepped inside and followed the biggest hallway to a single doored room. Along the tearing wallpaper lay many paintings and sculptures. None of the names of the artists I had recognized but amazing none the less. Before I could knock on the sole green door, a quiet voice sounded from inside, " Come in Malfia, I have been expecting you." And with a twist of the door knob, my life was changed forever.

. . .

It has been months since I had visited the Wammy House. The owner Watari was such a kind hearted person. He knew my mom before her passing and she even helped with the construction of the place. You see it is an orphanage. But not just any orphanage, it was one for smart children where they would learn to become greater than their successor L.

I had only heard L through a computer with a floating calligraphy L on the screen to protect his identity to answer the many questions of the children. Through many pleas and offers, I decided to stay here a while. I was given a space in the attic, because all the other rooms were taken. It was a nice space, small but my own.

The ceiling was slanted on one side where the room was, underneath it was a little bed. On the other side was a little vanity with a chair, mirror and a few drawers. A chest lay on the floor beside that. To complete the look was a little hexagonal window over looking the garden. I loved it there, the flowers gave off such an alluring scent. I spent all my time there drawing, and just thinking. Occasionally a few kids sat with me but none of them ever talked to me. I guess my purple tinted pixie cut and red lipstick wasn't appealing to most.

I sat cross-legged on one of the concrete benches, sketching a rose in front of me when a shadow appeared over my paper. I didn't look up but continued drawing. I heard the unwrapping of something and a clear of the person's throat. "Uhm.. here, you want some?" I look up to see a boy around my age dressed in a black t-shirt and pants. His hair was carmel coloured and kept in a messy mop with bangs in front. His mud eyes wouldn't meet my gaze with a pink tinge at the cheeks. His offering, a chocolate bar.

"Oh thanks," I say with a smile and break off a piece. I pop the fragment into my mouth and let the smooth cocoa melt on my tongue. I felt him peak over at my drawing. "Nice," he muttered, and bit a huge chunk into his snack. Some of the chocolate shavings got onto my paper. I giggled. "Oh crap, I'm so sorry!" he scrambled, brushing off the crumbs causing the chocolate to melt and smear on the rose. "Shit," he muttered, scratching the back of his head. "I'm real sorry."

"It's all good. My name is-" I look up but he is no one to be seen. "Malfia…." I said to the empty garden. Was it just my imagination?

There you go! The first chapter…. what do you think? please give me a review, it's much appreciated! Until the next chapter!

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