Death Note: Lost
Part one:
Gin had always lived a very privileged life. As a child, she was enrolled into the most prestigious schools and was always involved in various activities. At five she learned how to play the violin. A skill she was quick to pick up and master by the time she hit seven. She was a child prodigy; a talented and intelligent young girl that could debate those who were much older than she. By the time she hit grade school age, her parents put her in private schools. Gin quickly moved up through them as though it were nothing and by the time she was twelve, she was already a junior in high school. This caused some problems for her, of course. Her peers did not see her the way she did. Gin was a sort of loner, always by herself. So she decided to take up volunteer work.
Gin had always known about the Wammy House. She could remember all the times her father would tell her about the place, as he was close friends with the head master. At first, she was curious to why she was never enrolled into that place. But then she learned that it was as an orphanage. When Gin found that out, it made her more than happy to help work there. Working with children sounded as though it would be fun, even though she was still a child herself. It was decided that she would do it and her father put in a call to Roger. Her appointment would be the following day.
Gin could remember that day clearly. It was a beautiful day even though it was raining. For this special occasion, she knew that she had to wear something special, so she decided on her frilly little white dress; the one with the pink lacy bows, of course. Now because it was raining, she knew that a jacket was needed or else she'd get all wet and her dressed would be ruined. Gin remembered walking down the sidewalk in her rain boots, twirling her umbrella as she hit every puddle she could, making annoying splish-splash noises. Of course through this play, butterflies were rising in her stomach. Clearly she was nervous about her meeting.
When Gin reached the Wammy House, she was surprised at what she saw. Not only surprised, but in total awe. Why was it that throughout her whole life living here she had never noticed this place? The massive structure stood apart from the other buildings, its moss covered stones showing its age. Grabbing onto the large bars of the gate, Gin looked up at the Wammy House with wide, innocent eyes, her mouth slightly hanging open. She stood there for some time, the only things taking her back to reality was the rain, as she had dropped her umbrella, and the voice of a stranger.
"Hello." Called a voice from behind the gate.
Turning, she spotted a boy. What an unusual person he was, she thought as she looked him over. He was like none she had ever seen before. His hair, his shirt and pants, everything was soaked from it rain. It clung to his rather tall, yet small frame. Hands where stuffed into his pockets, his face held no emotion. Rings were under his eyes, more than likely from sleepless nights. But the strangest thing she saw about him was that he was outside without an umbrella, and from the look of how wet his clothes were, it seemed as though he had been out for a while. Gin almost felt the urge to offer her own umbrella to him, but knew that by now it was worthless to even ask him. She gave him a smile. "Hi, I'm Gin. What's your name?"
"I like to be called L." He grinned at her, sticking him hand through the gate.
She moved her hand over and after giving his hand a small shake, letting it fall back to her side. "Can you let me in the gate? I have an appointment with Roger."
"No." He said very bluntly.
"No?" Repeated Gin. "Why not?"
"I don't believe you." He said.
"How come?"
L shrugged, leaning against the gate. He was strange for although he was talking to her, he never bothered to make eye contact with her, but rather kept his gaze straight ahead of him. Gin watched him as she shuffled around nervously, obviously unsure of what to do. At first, she thought about asking once more to be let in, but when she opened her mouth, the sound of a loud buzzer cut her off before she spoke.
"Ah, Gin! Hello. I'll let you in. L, could you please show her the way to my office?" Roger's voice rang out from a speaker overhead.
L finally looked at her for a second, before shrugging. Taking his hands out of his pockets, he fumbled with the lock for a moment. Pulling towards the side, he slid the gate into the brick wall, letting her inside. Once he had shut it again and locked it, he turned around and led her inside. As they walked, she couldn't help but notice how L's clothes made that annoying little sloshing noise from being wet, the trail of water he was leaving behind him, and how his bare feet made small pat, pat noises. But it didn't bother her like it would normally. With him, it just seemed natural that he was like that. He didn't seem to have a problem with it, so she decided that she wouldn't, either.
When they finally reached Roger's office, L suddenly stopped a few feet away. Gin stopped as well, turning to look at him. He turned to do the same, a look of curiosity was over his face, but he didn't say another word to her. Turning around, he began to walk back the hallway the same way he came. Their meeting ended up leaving her with a strange feeling she could shake off. Was this the only encounter they would ever have, or was it the beginning to something more?
Turning around, Gin grabbed the handle of the door, standing there until she could no longer hear his footfalls. Twisting it, she stepped inside. The beginning of her life story was about to begin and she wasn't even aware of it. At least, not yet…