Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. :)

A/N: Ok guys here it is! This is my prologue to my fanfiction about L's past! :D I'll be updating in the next week hopefully. I love writing about L as a child.


If you stared too hard at the walls of L's bedroom, you would be lost forever in a galaxy of different colours and soaked in words. White walls stretched towards the ceiling and were firmly planted in the midnight blue carpet. However, the walls were far from bare. Stars were drawn shakily all over the room in many different shades of many different colours. Some were drawn in felt tip, pencil crayon and even wax crayon. It was as if somebody had scattered the universe across his room.

Each and every star was different and special to L. Some where the size of his tiny three year old palm, some the size of his thumbnail and some the size of his mother's hand. There were only about four hundred stars in total.

The story of his stars was told to him by his mother when he was old enough to understand what was said and could string sentences together. The day he asked why.

"Mummy, why do you draw a star on my walls every day?" The small toddler who was stood unsteadily on inexperienced legs looked up at her through his obsidian eyes and lively hair. His mother stared down at him warmly, the wax crayon held between her fingers as she reached up to draw that day's star. She knelt down to his height, her pale brown hair brushing against her shoulders and her green eyes glittering like the algae in the pond they had in their back garden.

"Your father died before you were born. While I was still pregnant with you, a car hit him in the road and he was rushed to hospital. The doctor's did everything they could but they were too late. He held my hand and looked up at me with a brave smile. He whispered 'L...' and then before he ever got to finish his sentence, he passed away." She said gently, tears visible in her eyes. L was intelligent and even at his young age, he understood it all.

"I named you L because it was his dying word. For every star in this room, there is a word and all of them begin with the letter 'L'. I can remember them all. Perhaps among this special galaxy, is the word that he was trying to say."

L looked at her curiously, she picked him up and placed him on her shoulders with a smile and began walking around the room, pointing out every star and naming the word to go with it. They went over it again and again, learning each star and every word.

It was several hours before she gently put the exhausted L down and they stopped the tour. L was now familiar with every single star. L clung to her skirt and smiled as he buried his face in the folds in the fabric.
"There is a star for every day of your life. When I got home from the hospital I began drawing them." She pointed to a shakily drawn star in deep purple in the middle of the wall.
"This was the first one I drew. Love." L looked at her with great understanding. "I think that was what he was trying to say."

"No," L said with a sad smile. He took the blue wax crayon she had discarded earlier on in the day and stumbled towards the wall; with trembling hands he drew a star.
"Live."


A/N: Reviews are very useful to me. (: I hope you all enjoyed it.