Three bodies lie on the floor, covered in each others blood. A man about twenty years of age stood over them, knife in hand, black hair and obsidian eyes stood out in the light filtering through the window. The black shirt he was wearing did not portray the splatter of blood that, I'm sure, covered his shirt. He looked up at me his eyes flashing and his mouth curving into a wicked smile. I turned and ran. He was soon in hot pursuit. Legs churning I rounded the corner and hid. Listening for the telltale signs of the door being kicked in. The snap of the wood breaking under the officers feet could be heard a good mile away. Police swarmed the house and I was led out by and elderly gentleman looking to be about mid-sixties. He dragged me by arm out of the house and to an ambulance that stood waiting outside. The sirens had not been turned off and officers stood to the side shooting glances the man and I's direction. Just about a foot away from the ambulance I collapsed. The man picked me up gently and put me on the edge of the ambulance. The man's face was solemn, he seemed to be distracted by something. The police led the murderer out side and to one of the patrol cars. Once inside the car you could hear screaming, and laughing. He was a maniac that was for sure. The elderly gentleman stood in my way blocking the murderer from my view. I watched as police swarmed the car and I could hear them muttering.
"Sir," one of the younger officers said, coming close."It seems to have been broadcast live all over the world. Kira Killed the murderer." I sighed. Kira, Kira is a murderer, no better then the man who just murdered my family and came after me. The man pushed me inside the ambulance and rode with me to the hospital, just inside the doors I passed out.
Day by Day more and more officers had come in asking questions relentlessly, The nurses always had to lead them out chastising them for screaming t a child who had watched her family getting murdered. The nurses were always kind, bringing puzzle and things to keep me busy while I was stuck bed ridden. I was surprised when one of the nurses told me I had been temporarily paralyzed from the waist down. The nurses didn't seem to judge and call me cripple. They would laugh and tell me jokes, and maybe, every once in a while, put a puzzle together with me.
Monday, two weeks after the murder the file of officers and detectives seems to have reduced to about one every few days. I was putting together a puzzle when a knock sounded on the door. I glanced around. I couldn't throw the cup or pitcher so I decided to go with the puzzle piece. It flew under the door and the person on the other side seemed to understand. A man who looked considerably alike with the murderer walked into the room slowly, the elderly gentleman behind him. I smiled at the older man and glanced at the man who seemed to have found the seat next to me comfortable. He squatted in a weird fashion and looked up at me. His obsidian orbs seemed to have an innocent sparkle in them. The older man smiled back softly. It was known around the hospital I would not talk to many.
"Rei-" The elderly man started.
"No." I croaked. He looked up, startled. I smiled, and looked down at my lap.
"I...am no longer... the girl I... was then..." I said trying to use my voice. The sound was gravelly and harsh. He nodded and handed me a cup that seemed to have materialized out of thin air, then I realized he had poured me a glass while I was talking. The younger man cleared his throat, pulling my attention away from the older man.
"Who are you now then?" He asked his eyes never leaving mine.
"I am... now... Ryuu." I said,taking a gulp of water. The younger man looked interested ,but he set back in the chair.
"I'm Ryuuzaki." He said simply and My smile fell. Then why did I pick Ryuu? Oh yeah that's right.
"I chose Ryuu because it it what L mainly uses for the first part of his japanese Aliases." The mans eyes widened a fraction of an inch and he looked at the other man.
"Watari, Please check her out. I would like for her to accompany us to japan. You know Japanese I presume?" I shook my head at the question.
"No..." I sighed. The man turned to me completely and surprised me with his next words.
"I am L." I shook my head and faced him full on.
"You can't be. L would never show his face to anyone. Let alone a girl who watched her parents and brother get murdered.." I said. The man who claimed to be L shook his head.
"I guess you will just have to see for yourself." I watched as he left the room to fetch a nurse to help dress me.
Ryuuzaki wheeled me down the hall and out to a limo. I was shocked. Were they rich or something? Then I realized. He was telling the truth. He was L. L helped me in and let Watari load the Wheelchair into the trunk. I watched out the window as we passed the buildings I knew only too well. We drove around for a little longer before L decided he was hungry. We stopped in front of a bakery and Watari turned off the motor. Climbing out of the front seat I watched as he pulled the chair out of the back. He opened it outside the door and opened the door placing it beside the door. Ryuuzaki pulled me closer to the door and he pulled me out and placed me gently in the chair. L himself wheeled me in and placed me at the head of the table. L ordered almost half of the bakery, ignoring the look on my face. The waitress looked at me dissaprovingly.
"And you?" she snarled. I cringed back at the venom in her voice. The message was clear. She wanted me away from him. I ordered a blueberry cream cheese danish and a coffee. The glare was evident as she stomped off. Cursing me silently under her breath along the way. I shrugged it off. So sue me, I wanted something good after what happened.
"Ryuuzaki," I said pulling his attention away from his phone.
"Yes, Ryuu?" He replied back flipping it close placing it in his pocket.
"Why did you bring me with you? Why didn't you leave me to go to an orphanage like other kids?" I asked. His non-existent eyebrows shot up.
"I didn;t want you to go through the same torture I went through. Kids at the orphanage I came from hated me for always outsmarting them, Even the older children. I was tortured and made fun of until I became a detective. Even for a while then the older children loved to poke fun at me, but I wasn't interested in that like the other children." My eyebrows shot up and The waitress shot me a death glare and I cocked my head.
16 hours stuck on a plane with L was quite entertaining to say the most, L had spent most of the time teaching me Japanese, and going over the plan. I was to be his little sister who had gone to study abroad for a few years, we had lost touch after a while. So that meant it would match up with the fact I knew more than others, but I was not at liberty to say. I looked like L in some ways. Same facial structure. My eyes were gray and my black fringe covered them. My hair was only mid-back length so it was quite easy to put up. We had the same bone structure as well, Skinny and fragile looking. I glanced out the window watching as we landed. L was going to introduce me to the members and wheel me to my room. He planned on letting me get all the rest I could, because he was going to have me help here and there. We landed and All sorts of people were trying to get a look at the people who got out of the plane and directly into a limo. L and I sat side by side as I gasped at the amazing sight of Tokyo. L had taught me Japanese, I learned quickly form what he had told me, I had a good grip on the language and I could hold a conversation without problem. I watched as he climbed out and pulled me out yet again, placing me in the wheelchair. He wheeled me in ignoring the looks from the people who stood to the side confused. He pushed me into the elevator Watari following closely behind. Watari hit a button and I awaited the introduction of the task force.
WHOO! I'm still not done, but I wanted to make the introduction for another chapter, and to answer any questions. No, this is not an L love story.