A/N: I am Jamie; you may remember me from such short stories as... well, none. You have no recollection of me since I've never posted a story on FanFiction before, which is pretty odd since I write 24/7.
Well, anyhow, this is my first ever FanFiction, based on Death Note by Tsugumi Ohba; and no I do not in fact own any of these characters...obviously. Though I wish I did, that would be pretty awesome.
So, enjoy! Oh, and constructive criticism is encouraged, as well as opinions or compliments. Those are always nice.
Chapter 1: Near
I set the last piece down in its place, completing the jigsaw.
A trifling joy crept over me from head to toes and then left as quickly as it had came. I flipped the puzzle over, not bothering to admire the blank canvas I had painted and let the pieces fall to the carpeted floor. My eyes once again began the process of scanning the small pieces and deciding where they would fit, I had finished this puzzle too many times before, and my mind had memorized it; every curve and contour had been burned into my mind and it only took me seconds to find the right hand corner.
I worked my way from there, scanning ever still. Everything had its proper place. I think that's what I liked about jigsaws; they were a lot like real life. Life's not just something that happens spontaneously, there's a whole order to things, and you can very easily determine the outcome of a situation by considering the options. Sometimes it's easy to decide which piece goes where, but other times it's a lot harder, like when the pieces are very similar in shape; but eventually, if you're good at it, you'll have figured everything out. Everything fits, that's my philosophy.
I quickly placed the final pieces in, and then came the small joy, the small sense of satisfaction; and then it was gone. I ran my hand over the lines that covered the white surface.
The bell signalling the end of break chimed. Once, twice, three times. The others were due to arrive any second. I turned my head towards the wood doors and warily awaited them.
Within seconds a barrage of children burst forth into Wammy's House, running by so quickly there was no use in trying to identify them. They were just masses. Most of them were not puzzle pieces but mere colors and patterns, just images, they have no depth, they have no place.
They blurred by, leaving for their rooms, none taking notice of me. I couldn't help but feel a little isolated, but this emotion was only numbing. The less attention they paid to me, the less I needed. I was in my own world, one separate from theirs. I'm not here to make friends, I constantly remind myself, I was brought here for other purposes, to succeed L, to win. I am the last piece, the most important, if anything were to happen to L, that's when I'd come into play, and end this.
Of course I wasn't the only piece that would fit into the gap L would be leaving; Wammy's House was moulding us all into pieces that could fit. But some fit much better than others, Mello for example. He was my competition.
This is where my philosophy strays from actuality, puzzle pieces never have to compete for who fits where, of course it is made sure that each piece is unique and had its individual place in the jigsaw. But say it wasn't that way, say that every time you found the piece that fit, you had about ten others of the same shape and fit to choose from. That was Wammy's House, a defective puzzle factory.
Mello wanted to be the best piece, but his method of becoming that was all wrong. He just constantly struggles to be better than I am, he's the most polished piece of the puzzle I'll give him that, but he never works on changing his fit.
I let out a sigh, twirling a stray strand of hair. It would be lunch time soon.