A/N: HEYYYYYYYY! It's me S (SkyiMello). Here's another multi-chapter fanfic. Hope y'all like it even though I think that other people have done this idea;)
These are the ages for the main (Death note) characters:
Near: 16
Mello: 18
Matt: 17
L, Light, Misa, and Mikami: 23
Takada: 22
Disclaimer: I do not own Deathnote (or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) in any way shape or form. If I did, then Mello and Matt wouldn't have died and everyone (meaning Near, of course;)) would be happy (in a way). Also, I would have a chocolate factory all to myself and I would get to eat candy all day long.
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Chapter 1: In Which the Story Begins and Introductions are Some What Made
Once upon a time, in a town called Winchester, in England, there was a-
Wait. This is NOT a fairy tale. Let's restart this...
Once, not too long ago, this story starts in a town called Winchester, which was in England. This town looked like the many other surrounding villages, cities, towns, etc. It had the rich and poor, obviously, the 'shopping' district (I suppose...), and other very English-like things. There was one thing though, that made this town so famous around the world...
Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory...actually it's more like The Heir's Chocolate Factory.
Your most likely wondering why this famous factory is called that. That is why I'm here, to tell you about the story of a small white haired albino, a red-headed gamer, cruel foreign teenagers, and the owner of the factory.
Please, if you may, sit, relax, and enjoy this tale of candy, love, and random excitement.
The quiet sounds of early morning noises woke the small boy up. He sighed, as he reluctantly pulled the warm covers off of his body. Shivering the boy quietly went down the small ladder, that connected his room to the main house, to the kitchen. He tip-toed passed his two grandfathers, Wammy and Roger, trying to make as little noise as possible. Still being silent, he glanced at his cousin's bed and saw a small amount of raven hair popping out from under the thin sheet. Still trying to be as silent as air itself the boy quietly opened a cupboard to find some breakfast.
After selecting a very small loaf of dry, old bread and water he quickly, and quietly, slipped outside into the cool winter air. Wrapping the thin jacket that he had around him tightly, the boy walked to the center of town.
This was how the boy spent his mornings. He would look at all of the shops, seeing the newset prouducts on the market, then he would go to the local school and see what the students there were learning. Sometimes the boy would stay there the whole day just to absorb the information that is given to those who could pay for it. As soon as the bell rings, he runs as fast as his weak legs can carry him; he never wanted to be caught.
Today was different though, he knew it when he saw the broadcast on one of the display televisions.
"Good morning, I am Emma Lloyd and this is your morning news." The channel was soon turned to a worldwide television station; this caught his attention. The boy walked closer.
"We are outside of the famous Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory, in Winchester, England, where it is rumered that the owner is willing to bring five guests into the factory for a 'Once-in-a-lifetime' tour. No one knows how or why the owner is doing this after about six years of no contact from the 'outside' world." Then the camera focused on to two figures that were walking in the snow towards the news caster. The boy looked at the screen closely; he mentally noted their physical appearance.
The tallest one was a male with red hair, a pair of goggles nestled in it, and bright green, emerald-like eyes. He wore a thin black and red striped shirt with a weird fluffy white vest on top of it. He also had tight blue jeans and black boots that came just to his knees. He looks laid back and care free, the boy sighed, like there is nothing in this world to care for.
He then looked at the other figure.
She had long auburn-brown hair that was curly; mainly at the ends. Her eyes were like milk chocolate and it gave her that mysterious look like she was hiding something. She was tan, compared to the boy, and even though she was petite the boy could see muscles under the athletic shirt she was wearing. She looks strong yet weak, but then again, people aren't really what they seem. The boy was lost in his thoughts until the redheaded man started to talk:
"So is it true that the owner is taking five people into his factory?" The reporter asked excitingly.
The man sighed while the girl gave the reporter a look, "Yes," The redhead finally said, "Our boss wanted us to tell the world that there are five invitations or tickets that will be sent out." The reporter was about to say something when the girl shot her hand up almost punching the reporter in the face.
"Before you ask," The girl started, "We don't know what the tickets look like...However," The girl looked at the camera and the small boy jumped back. It really looked like she was staring at him or through him, "All our boss said was that they would be in his most favorite treat; chocolate." At that statement both of them turned around and went back into the factory.
Chocolate? Hm...The boy left as a crowd came to talk about the event that just took place.
The next day, the boy woke up ten minute earlier than usual. He didn't know why but he did never the less. As he climbed down to the kitchen he heard a rustle. The boy tensed then relaxed; it was only his cousin L.
"What are you doing?" The boy must have scared his cousin because L jumped at least ten feet in the air before realizing who it was.
"Good morning Nate. I was trying to find something..." L turned from Nate and continued to search from whatever item was hiding under the thin sheets.
"Ok," Nate sighed then tugged on his cousin's arm, "Do you want to come to the market with me? We need some more bread." L stopped what he was doing and put his thumb in his mouth.
"Oh, alright." Nate smiled slightly and grabbed L's coat before they both set out into the cold.
"Three dollars and seventy-five cents, young man," The cashier said gloomily as Nate gave him the money for the bread and small amount of butter. He said a small thanks and then turned to his cousin.
"Come on L, we need to do a few more things before going home." L looked away from the candies and sweets that he adored so much and followed the younger boy.
Just before they went into the next shop, Nate heard a shriek.
"Have you seen the news!" Someone said to another, "A college student in Japan found the first ticket." Both Nate and L turned towards the voices as the news came on in the television window display.
A/N:Yeah, yeah...I know that the first little part (before the real story) is weird, but I HAD to put it in...I couldn't help myself. Ah well, I hoped you liked it.
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