authors note: hey everyone! this is my first fan fiction that I had published a year ago, I took it down to edit some things and now I'm re uploading it. I own nothing. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: News

December 2007

The sun was shining brightly through the windows of Wammy's House. It was a beautiful winter day and most of the children were playing outside enjoying the cold weather before the snow would cover the ground. I simply sat waiting patiently in an office that I was called into earlier. I swung my feet back and forth as I sit in this cold, wooden chair as my feet barely reach the floor.

I begin to feel nervousness overcome me, "why am I here? "I wondered, "have I done something wrong?" Many other questions flooded in mind as I nibbled on my right thumbnail, I had a bad habit of doing that, I've been biting my nails as long as i can remember but whenever I felt anxious it got even worse. I also twirled my hair somewhat when I get nervous, I have long wavy raven colored hair that falls in my face slightly and reaches the middle of my back, I have long hair for a girl of only 12 years old. I sometimes catch myself hiding behind it, the deep black color of my hair brings out the complete paleness of my skin as well as the color of my green-gray eyes, I then rolled some of my hair behind my ears as I adjusted my white pajama shirt and tugged on my black pajama pants, they were a little too big for me but I always loved wearing comfortable clothing.

I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when Roger entered and sat behind his desk. Roger was one of the main handlers of Wammy's orphanage, he had a reserved and slightly cold demeanor and was nothing like the founder but none the less he was like a father figure to all of us. He adjusted his glasses as he sat with his hands folded, we sat for about five minutes in silence and as I was about to ask why I was here the main door swung open and two boys entered. One was wearing all white and it matched his pure white hair, he took a seat on the floor and had a puzzle under his arm, he began to fiddle with it as well as twirl pieces of his hair in between his fingers. He was Near, I've known him for as long as I can remember. He was always playing with some sort of toy anytime I've seen him, he was also painfully quiet and a loner, he only spoke if absolutely necessary. He was around a year older then me, and him and I had little to no interaction throughout all of my years here.

The other boy was one I knew quite well. He had shoulder length blonde hair and wore black. He was Mello. You could catch him almost always with a chocolate bar in his hands. Mello and I are friends, we have spent much time together and my bond with him is one that is very dear to me, he is also someone I've known for as long as my memory allows me to remember. He was 14 about to be 15 soon and he was the polar opposite of Near, he was kind, sociable, impulsive and emotional. I started to wonder why the three of us were here and I could tell Mello had the same question by the look in his eyes.

"Hello children" Roger finally began. "There is something you three need to know". I waited as I could feel my heart start to race a little faster. Roger choked on his next words but he made it perfectly clear.

"L is dead...".

My expression dropped as well as Mello's while Near remained un phased. L was a former resident of Wammy's house as well as a fellow orphan. He is also a world renowned detective who keeps his identity a secret and only speaks through a computer screen with a distilled voice. We all enjoyed whenever L would speak to us but what no one knew beside me and L himself was that I actually met him, I've seen his face with the bags under his eyes, his attire of white shirts and baggy jeans as well as the strange way stood and sat. L had come to visit me personally over my years here, he never made it clear to me why he did but I loved every minute of being in his company. He made me promise to keep it a secret and I did but after hearing this news of his death, I was finding it hard to regain my composure, I felt my cheeks start to feel warm as well as my eyes water slightly but luckily my impending outburst was silenced as Mello began to speak.

"Dead?, Are you serious?, How is that possible?, Was he killed by Kira?" Mello shouted.

Hearing the name Kira made me shiver slightly, I didn't know much about him but all I knew was he was punishing criminals around the world in ways no one could understand or figure out but L was on the case and was risking his life by working on this case.

"Tell Me!" Mello continued to shout as he reached across the desk and had Roger by the collar.

"Kira finally got to him? Didn't he? L had him but he lost..." Mello was then interrupted by Near who was holding up his puzzle board as all the white pieces fell onto the rug, I simply stared at them both frozen.

"Mello, if you fail at the game and fail at completing the puzzle, your nothing but a loser..." Near said as he once again started to fiddle with his puzzle. His cold answer made Mello as well as myself upset but Mello continued with his questions.

"Which one of us is it then? Who did L choose to be his successor?"

"He wasn't able to make a decision, he died before he could" Roger said.

Mello then stood upright and had a serious tone in his voice "fine then, Near will be his successor. Unlike me Near isn't as emotional and he is capable of starting puzzles over from the beginning it would be better if we didn't work together since he and I never got along anyway...I'm getting out of here by the way I'm almost 15 years old I'm more than old enough I'm going to do this my way" and with that Mello was gone, he slammed the door behind him and it was just Near, Roger and I in the room.

I personally was still in shock over knowing that Kira had finally got to L, my mind flashed back to the last time I heard him over the computer and when I last saw his face, it hurt too much to accept what I'd been told. After a few minutes Near had gotten up and left as well and now it was just me and Roger. I felt as if I wasn't needed to have witnessed what had just happened, they were talking about successors and I wasn't even mentioned in their conversation so why was I here? Why did I stay to listen? But as I got up from the chair to exit just as Near and Mello did, Roger looked up and called out to me.

"Sage..." He said, I turned around sharply as my hand was rested on the doorknob.

"Yes?" I asked in response. "I'm not finished with what I have to say to you". I approached his desk still unsure of what I needed to be told

"I don't understand, what is it?" I asked. Roger then pulled out an envelope, it contained a letter inside and it was blank on the back but on the front my name was written. My eyes widened immensely as I read it, no one had known my full name not even myself, all I knew was that my true name was Sage and I didn't use an alias like Near or Mello but I wasn't prepared for what I saw. I knew that I had seen or heard one of these names somewhere before but little did I know what I was about to find out. The front of the envelope read Sage Cecilia Lawliet.

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