Summary: This is a story before the fight between Kira and L, before 'The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases', This is a story about a child at Wammy's House who started out with nothing and gained everything. This is a story about A and how she influenced everyone around her and changed their lives forever.

This is the first fan-fiction that I have ever written and hope that it is enough for those Death Note fans out there.

This is something that I have copied and pasted to this website from 'Quizilla'. A friend told me to do so, so I am. Any kind of feed back (either good or bad) is welcome.

'A' is for 'Friend' -

A - The first letter in the alphabet, the first noun that is pronounced, the primary letter, a cursed letter.
A letter I must bare with pride.
But what pride can the letter 'A' give me? It's just a letter; not a name that defines who I am, not a word that sums me up. Letters are just like numbers; there just a brand, used to catalogue animals, plants and humans. I am not a person, but a letter, the letter 'A'. "A stands for 'Amie' which is French for 'friend'. Are you my friend?" I nod my head. Friend: does being friends with him mean anything? Does being friends with B guarantee me anything? Does 'A' really stand for 'friend'? 'A' is before 'B' so I should be his rival, someone in the way. Can I really be friends with B?

13 years ago my family was murdered. 1, 2, 4 flies in the spiders wed, caught in its trap. 1, 2, 3 people living in a house just outside the city walls. 1, 2, 3 heads roll on the chequered marble floor. 1, 2, 3 knives come flying at me. 1, 2 hands reach for me. 1, 2 legs run with me. 1 man destroys my life. And one man rebuilds it again. "My name, what's my name?" I keep calling to him. My name, I can't remember my name. All I see are numbers.

I sit at a table, pencil in one hand, and rubber in the other. A university mathematical exam is laid out in front of me. The formulas I had been forced to learn were worthless to me now. They got the answer alright, but they took too long to use. I whizzed through the exam in half an hour when I was told it would take me two hours to complete. But the examiners were wrong: I didn't need two hours. I stood up during the examination with a room full of students, the sound of my chair scraping on the floor as I pick up my exam paper and placing it on the examiners desk. "I'm done." I say before walking out. I know what Watari will say when he sees me enter the foyer, his pattern was always the same: predictable. There was a very high probability that he would ask why I was out so early, then lecture me on how rude it was to leave during an examination, during anything at all. It was a very reliable pattern. If I had to put it percentage wise, it would be a very high 97.33% that he would tell me off. The other 2.67% was a combination of other facts: he would remain silent; he would force me to apologies to the examiners and resit the exam, or worse: he would call L. But L was just a voice; I'm not scared of a voice. No one at Wammy's House does, except for Watari. I know why he must call L; he reports on how we're going. But every time he calls to report on me, I feel like I'm getting in trouble. "You're done already?" Watari says as I turn the corner. "That was very quick."
"It was easy. Why can't they make them any harder?"
"Not everyone is like you, Amie. They can't work things out as quickly as you do."
"I know that." I mumble, shuffling my feet. "I just find it useless when every things the same, nothing different."
"Well then, if numbers are such a bore, do something else. Like art!" I look up at Watari. His voice had changed from its old gruffness to that of a young boy. I hear the sound of shuffling feet as a boy walks out from behind Watari. "Yo." He says, his voice cracking at the word. He coughs into his fist before smiling at me. "Sorry, I seem to have caught a cold."
"Then stay away from me, I don't want to get sick."
"So what about art then? You ever thought about art?" I look to Watari then back to the boy. Who was this kid? "I work with numbers and art has no numbers."
"Really? But I thought it did. You have to use measuring equipment to get the landscape correct, not to mention calculating the right amount of paint to create an equal blend of paint and texture. You play sport?"
"Sport? You mean games like basketball and hockey?"
"Yeah, that kinda sport." I turn to Watari, his face searching mine as well, looking for my next move. This kid has a very unusual pattern, almost undetectable, but I could see it. He would ask a question then give a response to my answer before changing topic to put me off balance. As if searching for mistakes. "Listen, I don't need to explain myself to anyone. Especially you." I say pointing to Watari. He looks at me, stunned as the boys eyes widen in surprise. "I see what you're doing now; I see why you're so calm. Your testing me, you're searching for a fault." I turn an accusing look at the boy. "You're a kid from Wammy's House, right?" He nods his head. "You work on creating profiles and personality traits for criminals on the run, correct?" He nods his head again. "And you're searching me for any flaw so that I can be cast aside. That's why your here. Watari, how could you!"
"Who said we would cast you aside?" I look at him, his expression relaxing. "What's your name?"
"A"
"No, I mean your real name." I look away. "I don't remember." I reply. "Anyway, what's yours?"
"Me? Well, I guess you could say I'm L." I spin around, his mouth curved into a grin as he holds out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, A." I nod my head, stunned, as we shake hands. It was cold but firm, even though he looked so fragile. "Likewise."

Wammy's House was a buzz of excitement when I, L and Watari returned. Everyone had questions for L: how many cases had he solved? What case was he on now? How does it feel to be a famous detective? Only B and I had no questions for L, and neither did C: who liked to be called 'Clover'. Clover tugged at my arm and pulled me away from the crowd. She led me to our room, away from all of the commotion down stairs. I sit down on my bed s she paces the room, an indication that she was thinking about a new song to compose. "Why did you arrive with L?" She finally asks. "Are you in trouble or something?"
"No, nothings wrong, I think."
"So, what, you just bump into him when you left the examination room?"
"He was waiting with Watari."
"He seems creepy."
"He is creepy." I lie down and sigh. I'm too young to worry about my future. I'm only 7, it's been two years since Watari took me in and created Wammy's House; a home for the gifted. Numbers came easily to me, music for Clover and B loved to create intricate puzzles that confuse everyone. But I've never tried one of his puzzles so I don't know how I'll go with solving one. L was creepy, but he was still human, and humans can be analysed, just like numbers.

B knocked on my bedroom door before entering. I was alone, Clover having left to show off her new masterpiece. B was the first person to approach me when I first arrived, called me his 'friend'. I was B's rival, I was in his way. He sat down, at the edged of my bed, as I sat up. "L's arrival is kicking up quiet a fuss downstairs, you know." I shrug. "L is just another person, another human being. And like all humans, he's predictable." I lay down again. B was older than be by a year, yet Watari found me first, otherwise he would of been A and I B. But it still wouldn't have changed the fact that I was his rival, I was a threat. In order to become L's successor, I would have to be eliminated. Subtract the weak from the strong to get your winner. Life was nothing more than a bunch of numbers.