((Author's Note)) I'm only going to say this once and only once: Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Obha and Takeshi Obata. I don't own it or any Yugioh references made throughout the story. I only own Yugi (not Yugi Muto). This is a FANFICTION site after all.

Now that the disclaimer is out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story...Please read and review.

Edit: I recently got a new computer, but none of my files on my USB will work on any of the programs so I decided to take the time and edit what I posted before writing the next chapter. They're not extreme edits, so if you are frequent reader you don't have to reread anything.

To any new readers, I thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to read this, so I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

I'm not your average fourteen-year-old. Out of all the kids at Wammy House, I'm the one who was most...different. It wasn't a big deal, unless you put being half-wolf in that category.

You heard me right...half-wolf. I had pointed ears that sat on top of my small head. They were only a shade darker than my teal colored hair. If that's not enough, i have a tail too. You won't believe how many times people tried to make fun of me. Especially Mello.

Almost every day he tries (and fails) to cut down my self esteem. He would throw the meanest comments, hardest punches, you name it. The thing he doesn't seem to get, though, was that I had a tendency to throw back harder.

"Hey, Yugi!" Speak of the devil and he shall appear, and in my case he appeared in my bedroom doorway while I was re-reading one of my Yugioh Mangas. Almost finished vol.8 and Mr. Tall and Grumpy had to rain on my parade. I did my best to keep my cool.

"Oh, hello Mello," I said calmly. "I was just thinking about you." I then looked at him with a small smirk. "Looking for something?"

"What did you do with my chocolate?!" Mello demanded, ignoring my comment. I groaned from all the shouting. It's a wonder I haven't gone deaf yet.

"Oh, Mello, why must you always assume I took your precious candy?" I asked, leaning back on my bed.

"Because you do!"

I chuckled. "You got me." I then pulled one of Mello's chocolate bars from my short's pocket. "Come and get it ya Buzz-kill."

Mello stomped over to me and snatched the candy from my hand before walking away.

"You're lucky I'm allergic to that shit!" I yelled to him as he slammed my bedroom door behind him. Probably to go complain to Matt again. I waited for his footsteps to become inaudible before going back to my manga. Oh Marik, why do you have to be so sexy?

Oh, by the way...the name is Yugi. Yeah, just like the main protagonist in the Yugioh series. Ironic, right? I spent about four years of my life on the streets of America before I stowed away on a plane comming to England. I don't have any parents or siblings that I know of. Sometimes I wonder if I should even exist.

I glance at my alarm clock on top of my dresser. Almost time for lunch. I close my book, marking the page, before standing up and stretching, the tip of my tail brushing the small of my back and wagging a bit. I then make my way out of my room and down the hall, passing the countless doors leading to the rooms of other orphans that share this home with me.

I snorted as I heard Mello complaining to Matt about my actions. I was the only one who even had the nerve to fight back. It's what he got for bullying Near, who was the closest thing to a brother I had.

Of course he wasn't really my brother, but I treat him as such. He didn't mind. In fact, he went as far as helping me with my academics. I did so well in the last test that I took Mello's second place spot...much to his displeasure. Now he has even more competition than before and he's made even more of an effort to make my life hell.

I didn't notice someone in my way until I ran into him. Looking up, I saw the orphanage's headmaster, Roger.

"Sorry sir," I muttered.

"Don't worry about it, Miss Yugi," Roger dismissed. "I was actually looking for you, Mello and Near."

I got slightly nervous. "Why?" I asked, pulling my Yugioh cards out of my pocket and shuffling them in my hands, a sign of anxiety.

"You have a visitor," Roger simply stated. "He is waiting for you in my office as we speak." He then gestured for me to go. I did so and soon saw the wooden door that led into the office. Who is it that wanted to visit us? I wondered.

Before I could knock on the door, I heard the faint sound of a conversation. It was hard to make out what one person said, due most likely to the fact he was farther away from the door. I only managed to hear the elderly voice say that what they were talking about was dangerous or something like that.

The second voice, which was closer to the door was easier to hear and I managed to catch the last bit of his sentence; "...I am going to need their help if I am going to catch Kira." That voice...it's so blunt...could it be L?

"What the hell is going on?" Mello asked, startling me.

"Mother of Wolves, Mello, You frigging startled me," I gasped.

"You would know all about wolves, wouldn't you, Cabbage-Head?" Mello sneered.

Cabbage-Head was, oddly enough, Mello's favorite insult thrown at me. Does it bother me? I'll let you know when it does.

"For your information, my hair is closer to blue," I shot back. "And at least people can tell what gender I am."

Mello narrowed his eyes. "Where are you going with that statement?"

"Well," I drawled, "your hair is longer than mine, and with a feminine hair cut, no less; you eat more chocolate than a girl going through a breakup, during her period, and your look couldn't be complete without your sparkling blue eyes."

"Who has sparkling blue eyes?" I looked behind Mello to see Near seemingly appearing from the shadows.

"Oh, hello there, Near," I waved toward him. "Mello and I were just discussing who has the prettiest eyes." I winked at the angsty blonde with my own golden orbs, causing him to growl lowly in response.

Mello didn't know it, and call me crazy for admitting it...but he sure looked cute when he looked ready to bite my head off. And I enjoyed teasing him about it.

"Oh, you looke so adorable when you're mad," I gushed as Mello growled even more, his anger close to a boiling point.

Before he could retaliate, however, the door to Roger's office opened showing two men, one much older than the other, in the doorway.

My eyes widened as the younger of the two stared at us. His large eyes calculating everything, a finger at his lips in thought. Is this...

"L?" Mello asked, his eyes also wide in amazement.

The man simply nodded before moving aside, allowing us to enter into the office.

Near instantly sat on the floor with one of his many blank puzzles and began assembling it. I sat next to him with my legs underneath me and started laying out my cards next to the puzzle while getting a better look at L, who was now sitting in one of the chairs with his knees close to his chest. He was currently placing a crapload of sugar cubes into his coffee.

He had dark shaggy hair that stuck up all over the place; his eyes had bags, referencing to how much sleep he gets each night; he wore a white shirt with a stretched out collar and baggy jeans; and he wore neither socks nor shoes. What's even more odd was that he held everything like it would give him ebola or something.

After many moments of silence, Mello, although hesitantly, shattered it. "You wanted to speak with us, L?"

Said man, who had been observing us took a sip of his sugary coffee and answered with a "Yes..." My ears perked up as he spoke.

L noticed my heightened attention and continued. "I'm sure you've all heard of the rising serial killer known as Kira, am I correct?"

I nodded as Mello said, "Yeah." I glanced at Near and saw him begin to curl a piece of hair in his fingers...he was thinking.

"I believe this will be the toughest case I'll be working on," L explained, "so I'll be needing your help to solve it."

Near, Mello and I stopped our little fidgets as we let this information sink in. "You...need our help?" I asked slowly.

"I believe I said that, yes." L then began to explain the future meeting with the ICPO that would be occouring in two weeks to discuss Kira and how they plan to stop him.

"I will be sending you information throughout the entirety of the investigation and in return you will send me your research."

"We can't come?" I asked, my ears lowering slightly.

"It's better not to risk more lives than neccesary."

"Oh," I then understood. For all we know, Kira might kill those who get in his way as well as criminals. I had to explain this to Mello when he protested.

"Is that all you wished to discuss with us?" Near asked. Typical Near, I thought as I carefully picked up my cards.

L thought for a second and nodded. Near and I stood up and followed Mello out the door. "Also," we stopped to look back at L, "for the time being I ask that you call me Ryuzaki. " We nodded and continued on our way.

"Do you think it's true?" Mello asked. "That he really is L?"

I scoffed. "Of course he is. Who else, besides Near, talks that bluntly?"

"But if he is L, then why does he need our help?"

Near curled his fingers into his hair again. "It is quite possible that Kira is at the same mentality level, if not close to it, as him, therefore making the case difficult."

I suddenly felt a vibration in my gut. "I don't know, guys," I said, "but I need some food before I can think on this any longer." I then started running toward the dining hall in persuit of something to fill my empty void of a stomach.

((Author's Note)) There you have it...I hope you enjoyed it.

Until next time...

Garden