Okay, this is a story about a group of childern growing up. Yes there's an OC and yes a few details will be changed from the oringal plotline but major plot points will remain the same. Thank you, and please enjoy :D
"Holding on too tight.
Breathe the breath of life,
So I can leave this world behind.
It only hurts just once.
They're only broken bones.
Hide the hate inside."
-Breaking Benjamin, Unknown Soldier
The limo was driving through the urban streets as the night sky grew darker. An old man was sitting in driver's seat, hands gripping the steering wheel and his shinny shoes pressed lightly on the gas. A black hat covered his gray hair and matched with his dress coat, shirt and pants. He turned a corner in silence as he looked in the mirror above him at the young man in the back.
His hair was black and rather messy, his eyes just as dark as the bags under his eyes. He didn't seem to sit, he more of crouched instead, his white shirt sagging to his form. He wore simple jeans, and no shoes, or socks for that matter, one bare foot rubbed the other. He had a bag of jellybeans in one hand, the other popping each one he grabbed into his mouth.
He didn't question where his driver was taking him, he was well aware of what needed to be done. He was, in fact, the greatest detective in the world. He was aware of the incident that took place.
A young woman killed her husband than took her own life, leaving their only child alone.
"Watari," The detective spoke. "Where is the exact location of this pick up?" He popped a purple jellybean into his mouth.
The driver, Watari, answered without taking his eyes off the road. "At the young lady's foster family's home. They don't want to keep her, and she's rather intelligent, already making assumptions about her mother's alleged suicide."
The detective nodded and put another jellybean in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "The foster parents, they're aware of these… assumptions," He said with his mouth full, it wasn't a question.
Watari nodded.
"And this fact frightens them, that a six-year-old infant could hypothesize this," Also not a question.
"Yes, that's right."
As the stars grew brighter, Watari pulled into the driveway of a rather normal looking house. The shutters were white, the door was red and the gutters needed to be cleaned. A few bushes and flowers were growing in the front yard, along with some yellow flowers that parents said were weeds. Two big windows stared out into the street, light pouring out of one. Watari opened his door and looked back at the detective.
"I take it you want to stay in the car, Ryuuzaki?" He said politely.
"Yes," the detective responded, examining a white jelly bean with his long fingers, holding it up to his right eye suspiciously.
Watari nodded and got out of the car then he gently closed the door, the car was left running; a sign they wouldn't be here for long. Watari made his way up the porch steps to the white door. Ryuuzaki watched as the man knocked on the door and it was pulled open instantly by a light-haired woman who tried to look taller by wearing thick shoes. Waiting for us to take the girl away. Watari gave a slight bow and followed the woman into the house. Ryuuzaki finally put the white jellybean into his mouth and chewed it cautiously. Hm… coconut…
The curtains from one of the windows were pulled back a bit, and a small face peeked out at the car. Ryuuzaki assumed this was her, due to the fact light hair seemed to run in this family, and the girl's was as black as his. She couldn't see him because of the tinted windows but her eyebrows gave a delicate raise at the sight of the car that would be taking her away from this place. Her eyes were rather big even without the shock of having a limousine come to pick her up and whisk her away to Winchester.
She leapt down from her perch in the window as her name was presumably called by one of her foster parents, Ryuuzaki could tell by the glee in the woman's eyes when Watari appeared at the door, that they were more than eager to let this child go. Ryuuzaki dug around in the bag for a moment, trying to mix up the results of the flavors.
The case of the young girl's parent's death was very interesting to him; perhaps it was due to the fact that that man that called himself her father wasn't related to the child in any way. Ryuuzaki put his thumb against his lips, thinking. Could it be possible that the child's real father murdered her step-father and then killed her mother? Or was it something else entirely? He didn't know exactly what human emotions of fatherly love would do in this situation. He wasn't sure if the child's biological father would've killed the child too just to finish the job. But this case was not one he could take on; this one would be the job of the local police, not the three greatest detectives in the world.
After a few more moments the front door opened again and Watari was walking out with the girl from the window. She looked a lot smaller and afraid now, and Ryuuzaki couldn't blame her. Her parents have been killed, her foster family was more than ready to ship her away, and now she was going to an orphanage with a man she had only met once. Watari had visited the girl a few weeks ago to give her a test that would determine if she was indeed a gifted child.
The door slammed close a bit too quickly and Watari put his hand on the little girl's shoulder as tears began to well up in the corner of her eyes. In her small pale hands she clutched a small orange dog or a bear (It was hard to tell which) with multi-colored limbs and ears. It appeared to be all she had.
Watari opened the door to the back of the limo and it open while the black-haired child climbed up onto the seat a bit nervously. She looked up at Ryuuzaki with her big eyes but she didn't speak until Watari had shut the door and climbed back into the driver's seat.
"H-hello," She stuttered in a very small voice.
"Hello," Ryuuzaki answered in his monotone voice. "What might your name be?" He asked politely.
"Jaclyn…" She muttered quietly. "Who are you?"
"It seems only fair since you revealed your identity to me, that I should reveal mine to you," He explained why he was going to reveal the information he had spent years trying to keep away from the ears of everyone except a select few. "I am L," He said simply.
Her big icy blue eyes widened a bit more; she had probably heard about him somewhere. "You catch the bad guys right?" Her voice was less shaky.
"Yes I do," L replied in his monotone voice. "Perhaps one day you'll be as great as me. You may be the one to take my place when my time comes." She seemed to understand what he was saying.
"I'll get to take over your job when you die?" She asked a little hesitantly.
"Only if you prove to be the smartest," L replied, hints of a smile appeared on his face.
"Where exactly are you and Mr. Wammy taking me?" She asked, her voice started to grow weak again.
"There's an orphanage in Winchester where we'll be taking you. You see this certain place is for smart, gifted children with potential. But everyone there has a special name, and everyone will call you be your special name and you'll call everyone by theirs. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes… but why do we need these names?"
"Since no one besides me, Wammy and Roger will know your real name, you'll be safe from harm," he explained. "My special name is Ryuuzaki, which I would expect you to call me. Mr. Wammy's is Watari, and so forth."
"What's my name gonna be?" She asked a bit eager. Ryuuzaki put his thumb back to his mouth after she asked. He looked down at the colored bag of jellybeans as he thought some more.
"From now on your name is going to be Butterfly," He said at last. How suiting… He congratulated himself mentally. Butterfly ran that name through her head a few times, biting her pointer finger softly with her teeth.
"I like it…" She admitted a bit sheepishly. "Thank you, Ryuuzaki." He smiled a bit unlike Watari who was full out beaming, but they couldn't see him from the backseats.
Butterfly's gaze trailed down to the colorful bag of jellybeans still in Ryuuzaki's hand. He caught the location of her interest and held out the bag to her. She reached in and pulled out a bright red one and put it into her mouth and chewed slowly. Her blue eyes immediately lit up and she reached back into the bag, still being held by Ryuuzaki, and ate a purple one. She gagged but unwillingly swallowed rather painfully. She immediately peered into the bag and pin-pointed the location of another shinny red one. Her fingers plucked it out of the colorful bag and it quickly ended up in her mouth, being crushed by her teeth. Ryuuzaki hid his amusement at the sight as she rummaged through the bag trying to only grab red jellybeans.
A few hours have passed and Butterfly was asleep, curled up next to Ryuuzaki. They would be in Winchester very shortly.
"Watari," Ryuuzaki said breaking the silence that had slowly set in after the young girl fell asleep, her orange bear/dog cuddled against her chest.
"Yes, what is it?" Watari asked.
"I want her as Near's roommate," He answered.
Watari seemed a little taken aback from that request. "Why is that, L?" He asked.
"The boy seems lonely, and she might prove to be competition for him. She's smart enough," Ryuuzaki explained rather seriously. "He'll show her the way things are done at Wammy's. And if you're worried about the fact that he's male, I would understand, but I assure you, things will be fine."
Watari nodded at this request. "Very well, Ryuuzaki. I'll mention this to Roger."
It was late, Near didn't know exactly how late until he looked up at the digital clock on his dresser. He paused for a moment, his hand still holding the block he was about to add to his city he created in just a few hours. He had a police station, a church, a few stores and houses, and what he labeled "Wammy's House." He unwilling set the last block to "Wammy's House", viewed his work and began to climb into bed, he already had his white pajamas on. He knew the city would still be there when he woke up. He dozed into a light sleep.
His eyes flashed open when his door was opened. The five-year-old looked over irritated only to see Roger standing in the doorway, holding a few blankets and pillows. Careful not to knock over any of Near's city, Roger made his way over to the other bed in the room and hastily laid out all the blankets under the child's observant gaze. After no more than five minutes, Roger walked out and quietly shut the door.
Near closed his eyes and went back to sleep but a new fact dwelled in his mind. He was going to get a roommate, and judging by the purple blankets, his new roommate was going to be female.
A/N: Thank you :D This is just the begining. 3
