Hello anyone and everyone! This will be my first time writing a fan-fiction for Death note so we will see how well I can pull it off. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Oh I should also put one of those little disclaimers here shouldn't I? Me no own Death note (That work?)
Alice in Her Drunken Wonderland
The door creaked open with hesitation, allowing a small stream of light out in the hallway to illuminate a portion of the floor. A girl, her platinum blond hair stuck to her face, entered the quiet, dark room. She stumbled to a red antique chair and grabbed ahold of its armrest tightly to keep her balance. A small giggle escaped her lips before she moved on to a large wooden desk at the far end of the room. As she grabbed hold of one of its corners, she couldn't help but drop to her knees, chuckling with amusement.
"This place is huge!" she exclaimed to herself. Occasionally, a snort would follow with her laughter, as if her nose wanted to join in on the fun. As she stumbled to get back on her feet, which was an impossible task for her current state of mind, a shiny black antique telephone started to ring. Not stopping to think where she was or who could be calling, she picked up the handset and pressed it up against her ear.
"Watari," a calm, smooth, and deep voice echoed through the receiver.
The girl immediately could not hold in her laughs and lowered herself to ground once again, taking the corded handset with her.
"I suppose this is not Watari, then," the voice spoke.
"You sound like a dragonfly." The girl snorted loudly. She was still holding onto the corner of the desk to keep her chest up, but it didn't help enough to keep the rest of her stable.
"A dragonfly is an insect and therefore could not possibly have a larynx to converse with. I could never sound like a dragonfly, unless you are referring to the physical sound it makes with its wings when it's in motion. Even so, both compression waves would be completely different."
The girl just chortled more, not taking in any of what the voice from the receiver told her. Instead,she lifted herself once again onto her wobbly legs. Sounds of rapid footstep came from outside in the hall, so the girl knew time was limited with this mysterious man.
"I'm so wasted!" the girl laughed hysterically, her cheeks pink as bubblegum.
"I've already deduced that the moment you spoke," the man responded without any concern. "Could you please put Watari on the phone?"
"Okay, Mr. Dragonfly, but I don't think he will fit," she giggled, but then contemplated it as an afterthought. The door behind her suddenly swung open, and an old man with white-gray hair and a matching mustache shuffled into the room, completely winded. Just seconds before, he was running around the house, looking for the mentally-unstable girl.
As soon as he spotted the handset in her hand, he quickly pulled it away and put it to his ear. "Ah, L, my apologies. Miss Alice left my site for only a second, and somehow she managed to evade my vision." Watari sighed. He produced a plain, creamed-colored handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"So, that was Alice then," L pondered to himself.
Alice giggled with more enthusiasm as she stared at her hands. "My hands are huge!" She then held them up to Watari. "Do you see this? They're almost as big as that caterpillar on your face!"
Watari sighed once again, frustrated with himself for letting her get this way.
"As much as I would love to ask why Miss Alice is intoxicated, I think it would be best if I just let Bygones be bygones and get back to business," L spoke up, letting his good friend deal with the problem himself instead of adding to it. Watari thanked him repeatedly as he pushed Alice's hands away from his face.
"So, what about the twenty-fourth? I believe by then you should have your work completed," Watari suggested.
With Alice's hands returned to her, she turned away from Watari and followed the cord that was hooked from the handset to the rest of the telephone. The push dial rested on the front of the phone, begging, in Alice's mind, to be messed with. Without any hesitation, Alice stuck her forefinger into one of the holes and pushed down.
Watari quickly pulled her hand away before she could do anything more. "Miss Alice, please reframe from that misbehavior," he pleaded.
Alice only responded with a laugh and a snort."You said beaver," she chuckled.
L ignored the girl's presence and continued on with the conversation: "I will be done with the case sooner than that, so I will most likely depart on the nineteenth."
Watari paused for a second, taking in L's words, but soon found himself smiling with relief. "All right, the nineteenth, then. I will have everything prepared for your arrival."
L took this as the end of conversation and thanked Watari for his work before he hung up the phone. As he set his cell phone down, he took a look back at his laptop screen in front him. A small smile crept on his face as he placed his thumb to his lips.
"Dragonfly, huh?"
A breeze rolled in through the open window, pulling lace curtains along with it. The room lit up from the sun's rays, warming the room to a cool temperature. Alice groaned as she sat up in her mangled bed. She was never still when she slept, so sheets scrunched at the end on the mattress and covers twisted around her torso weren't all too surprising to her. As she untangled herself from the comforter, a quiet knock came from her door.
"Yeah, uh, who is it?" she asked, her headache throbbing from the sound of her own voice. The light entering the room also didn't help her hangover. It was bright and blinding, making her eyes squint with discomfort.
"Breakfast is ready, and it would be nice if you could come join us," Watari said.
Alice groaned in response and held her forehead tightly. "All right, I'm I'm not going to be happy about it."
"I'm pleased to hear you're back to normal." He then turned away from the door and proceeded down the hall. After everything that happened last night, Watari could only smile with joy that the newest member was getting along well with everyone else. At first, he was concerned, not really knowing how she would favor in the home, but after a month's time passed by, the results had been more than satisfactory.
Alice pulled herself out of bed slowly, still cradling her forehead. The pain came in different waves, but it was nothing she couldn't handle.
She knew the only cure for her hangover, or at least a way to make it suck less, was orange juice. So she grabbed her pair of skinny jeans off the floor and tried to maneuver herself into them as best as she could. Feeling like throwing up didn't help, but after a small struggle on her part, she managed to get the pants on. She tore off her pajama shirt next and then proceeded to try and hook her bra behind her. After failing a couple rounds, she huffed angrily at the piece of undergarment and tossed it to the side. She could live without a bra for one day. Instead, she picked up one of her T-shirts and sniffed it to make sure it was clean. It smelled like oranges, so that meant it was still fresh in her book. As soon as she was completely dressed, she made her way out of her white-walled room and walked down the hall toward the kitchen. The entry way sat at the bottom of the stairs, to the right.
The curtains were open, and sunlight was pouring into the house, making the orphanage seem alive. It would have been deemed a pleasant day, but, to Alice, it was a morning of hell. She could hear the laughter of some children in the dining room, the sounds of utensils hitting their bowls and plates full of food. The smells of bacon and eggs filled the house, but it all made Alice feel sick. The only thought on her mind was orange juice.
She gradually made her way to the archway that led into the dining room. As soon as she was inside, two children called out to her.
"Alice!" they both squealed simultaneously. There was only pair of twins in the orphanage: Lea and Liam.
"You look awful," Mello spoke up from across the room.
"She had enough to drink last night to knock out an elephant," Matt added.
Alice couldn't defend herself due to the twins' voices currently echoing in her brain; though, if she could, the both of them wouldn't hear the end of it.
"Come sit next to me," Lea sang, taking her small hand and grabbing ahold of Alice's. Alice followed willing and sat down in a padded,wooden chair that was placed between the twins.
"Here you go, Alice!" Liam grinned, putting a cool glass of orange juice in front of her.
Alice looked at it with a sparkle in her eye. "Oh, Lea! Liam! Thank you!"
"We know you like orange juice, so it's no big deal."
"I'm surprised you haven't thrown up yet."
"I could come over there right now and throw up on you, if you like, Mello." Mello only glared back at Alice as she took a sip of her orange juice. She sighed inwardly with relief as the cold liquid ran down her dry throat.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" Near asked. He was using two fingers to hold onto a fork as he poked at his eggs.
"I don't really remember much…ugh, my head."
"Would you like something to eat?" Lea asked.
"I can't think of food right now."
"Maybe next time, you'll think before you go get wasted."
"I swear to God, Mello, I'm going to come over there and shove this cup down your throat."
"I liked to see you try, alcoholic!"
"Alice isn't addicted to alcohol, Mello," Near stated, shifting Mello's anger from Alice to himself.
"Nobody asked you!"
"Well, I'm surprised you're not puking, seeing as how you ate three boxes of cereal last night," Matt chuckled with the sounds of his handheld game ringing in the background. The light from the screen reflected off his goggles that he wore over his eyes, making his face impossible to decipher.
Roger walked into the room. "Matt, please put your game away when you're at the table."
Watari walked in right behind him, taking in the table full of children. "Well, I'm glad to see you've joined us all this morning, Miss Alice."
Alice only groaned back, taking in another sip of her drink.
"Well now, everyone, I'm glad to see that all of you get along great with Miss Alice, and I would like to toast in the success of our newest member," Roger announced, smiling. He grabbed ahold of a glass of water and held it up in the air. Most of the children giggled and grabbed their glasses as well, save Mello, Near, and Matt, who grabbed their glasses unenthusiastically. There were also a few other children who didn't look to want to participate in the honor of celebrating Alice's arrival, but they certainly didn't want to go against Watari or Roger. Alice would have grabbed her glass too, if she wasn't already chugging her juice.
"To Alice!" Roger cheered.
"To Alice!" the rest repeated with joy. They all started to take a sip of their drinks.
Watari took this opportunity to give more good news: "And just so everyone knows, L will be returning in just one week to meet our newest member."
Everybody sprayed their drinks at the same time in surprise. Alice dropped her empty cup on the table and ran out the room into the kitchen, where she proceeded to puke in the sink.
"Dear Lord!" Miss Jane, the housekeeper, gasped from inside of the kitchen. The children in the dining room didn't seem to notice as they all choked on liquid that they had inhaled in their lungs.
"Well,Watari, what will L think when he comes back home?" Roger remarked, sighing as he watched the children around the table gag and cough. Watari only responded with the same sigh.
And there you have it folks! The beginning of a beautiful story in which will hopefully blossom to a long well thought out storyline laced with humor and romance. Review anyway you wish for I am a big girl and can handle what ever is given to me. Except for marshmallows...for whatever rhyme or reason those little fluffy f*$#ers make me sick. Tootles! :D