This is my first Death Note fanfic but not my first fanfic. I was going to wait a little longer before I uploaded this but I am uploading it now for some reason. I haven't finished writing all the chapters yet and I am a slow writer so if farther down the story the uploads get slower I am sorry. But that shouldn't be a problem for a while if at all. So enjoy and please review! It is what motivates me to write faster! And I love your opinions good or bad. Thanks.

:Running Away:

::Wake::

Running away.

It's what I do. It's what I have always done.

I ran away from what I couldn't handle. What I didn't want to face.

It wasn't until I met him that I found something I would always come back to.

I may have still ran away but I always came back because of him.

And then he left and I stopped running away and started running towards something for once.

When I found him again things didn't get better. There was danger at every step.

Now I'm so close to losing him and I don't know what to do.

All I feel like doing is running away. Because I don't think I can save him and I know I can't handle losing him.

And once he is gone there will be nothing holding me here anymore and I'll just keep running and never stop.

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A young L sat in a chair in a corner with his knees pulled to his chest in the usual way while he watched Mr. Wammy, his guardian, tend to a young girls head wound.

Earlier that day when Wammy had taken L to the small town nearby for an outing, insisting he needed fresh air, he had noticed the girl lying on a park bench apparently sleeping. It struck him as unusual that such a young girl would be alone out side that late in the day. As he got closer, however, he noticed the side of her face starting at above her temple was dripping with blood. They quickly got her back to Wammy's House bringing them to now. She seemed to have a concussion but they had no way of knowing for how long she had been unconscious. However, considering most of the blood on her face was dry she probably had been out for a while.

"L, keep an eye on her while I go get more bandages. Call for me if her condition changes," Wammy asked of him before leaving the room.

L sat watching with curious eyes the girl that appeared to be in her early teens like himself. She had long dark mahogany hair that was twisted and mated sprawled across the pillow as if it hadn't been brushed in days. Her tanned skin was smudged with dirt and littered with small cuts and bruises.

Whatever had happened to this girl it hadn't been pleasant. Being the curious genius he was this girl piqued his interest. He wanted to know whom this girl was and why anyone would leave a girl her age alone, battered and bruised in the middle of the park with an obvious concussion. Of course, growing up in an orphanage, he was used to stories such as these and they were not unheard of but it didn't mean he liked the idea. It always unnerved him how people could treat others this way especially children.

The girl in the bed stirred just beginning to wake. Her eyelids fluttered open reveling confused captivating blue-green eyes. She was surprised to find herself in a room and in a bed. She had no idea how she had gotten there and the thought made her panic. She sat up quickly only to make herself dizzy and clutch her head. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as the room spun. When she opened her eyes, she screamed in shock of a person staring intently at her no more then a foot away from her face.

"Good. Your awake I see. Though I'd advise you remain lying down," the boy with dark hair and eyes remarked without emotion. All she could do was stare wide-eyed back at him. She was startled and started to panic again.

"Wh-where am I?" she asked while thoughts ran though her head of how to get out of the situation.

"You are at an orphanage called Wammy's house," he explained.

Orphanage?! She thought just as the door to the room open with and old man entering. She thought fast thinking of any liable excuse she could use to escape the problem she found herself in.

"You're awake. How does your head feel?" the old man asked. The question confused her. Besides a little dizziness and a small headache, she felt fine.

"What are you-" she started as she lifted her hand to her head to probe her skull and immediately flinched, "Ouch"

The old man smiled and responded, "Judging by the look on your face and your reaction the medication is doing its job. Can you tell me your name so I can get in touch with your parents?" The question was one she was hoping he wouldn't ask but it was bound to come. She couldn't tell them her name, she couldn't go home not after she'd runaway. She did the only thing she thought would work if she could pull it off.

"My name?" she questioned acting confused.

"Yes. I think it wise to inform your parents of your situation."

She slowly widened her eyes in mock panic and they reacted the way she had hoped.

The old man's expression turned to a look of worry and he asked softly, "Can you remember your name?"

She looked down at her lap getting tears to prick at her eyes. Her sister always said she was a good actress, though at the time it hadn't been a compliment. "I-I can't remem-ber. I can't remember an-anything. It's all b-blank." She then let her forced tears fall.

L sat up on the end of the bed watching the crying girl while Wammy tried to comfort her. She couldn't remember? It aggravated him that he couldn't satisfy his curiosity. This girl was a complete mystery even to herself. It was a puzzle to him that he had to solve.

Coming up with his first step of action he spoke, "We should check the missing person reports. You may be in one of them."

She gazed up at him with teary eyes, "What if you can't find me there?" the question confused him for a moment. It didn't seem like the right question she would ask. It almost sounded like a challenge as if she didn't want to be found.

When he open his mouth to respond to the somewhat 'challenge' Wammy spoke first cutting him off.

"We will figure that out if we reach that point. As for now you should get cleaned up for dinner. I'm sure your hungry. The bathroom is through that door and I'll have someone bring you up a fresh pair clothes. I'll send someone for you before dinner. If you need anything come ask me, my name is Mr. Wammy," Wammy walked back towards the door and opened it a crack, "We'll give you some privacy." L took this as his cue to leave and hopped off the bed and headed to the door. But before he left he took one more at the girl. He was intrigued with the challenge her presence presented him. He was going to find out who she was. He wouldn't be satisfied till he did.

Yeah I am starting it off before the death note and Kira thing but it is important I start here and I won't make it boring (I don't think. You guys have to tell me if it does). So please review and tell me what you think!

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