"Thump, thump, thump," the small droplets of rain fell onto my thick coat as I padded towards the huge building with the sharp tipped fencing circling the building as if it were a snake protecting its eggs. I trotted up the steps and passed a sign that said, The Wammy's House. Slowly I pushed my snout through the front door and nudged it open, revealing a great hallway. After observing my surroundings, I walked through the door and closed it with great gentleness, by putting my paw in between the door and its frame and pushing the door with my front left paw until it touched my front right paw, after that I removed my right paw and the door closed with out a sound. I sighed, happy that my mission was going smoothly. Now all I had to do was find that stupid folder so I could finally hunt down L and observe him for The Master. I shuddered at the thought of The Master, and small droplets of rain flew from my fur and splattered onto the ground. I instantly froze, all negative thoughts racing through my mind as though it were a racing track and the first thought to get to the finish line won the race. After several long agonizingly painful minutes, I unfroze and countinued to the door at the end of the hall. For a few moments, I thought about L, and what would he do if he caught me. Would he punish me by sending me to a zoo or something worse? Would he kill me and send my body back to The Master? I shook my head free of these thoughts and instead tried to think of something better. Of Course, I couldn't because basically I've had a real crappy life, for a wolf. I was trained to dog fight, I lost a lot, I was thrown out of a moving car on a highway, and I was taken to become The Masters new play thing. Lucky Me, I thought sourly as I paused at the wooden door that would lead to L's death.
I slammed open the door, not caring whether I was caught or not, swearing The Master's name in my head. Go get me this or I kill you, he tells me, Go kill these people for me, he demands, Go get me L's folder and track him down and give me his true name or you die, he shouts. "Well," I paused, "Let's see how you like this," I whispered to myself as I placed my paws on a filing cabinet and tipped it over. The filing cabinet landed with a heavy crash and I kicked open one of the drawers. The drawer slid open and I ripped through the folders, getting closer and closer to the Ls. Finally I tore the folder labeled L Lawliet free from the drawer and raced to the door. I slammed into the door and it burst open, I galloped through the hall as quick as I could and leapt into the air as hundreds of children ran into the hall. It was as though I was jumping in slow motion, with all the children's eyes watching me, some filled with awe, others filled with joy, most filled with shock. I hit the door head on and it thudded open. As I raced away I could see a small white haired boy and I bigger orange haired boy trying to run after me as I cleared the gates and vanished into the raining night.
I awoke on a roughly made bed of moss and stood up. After stretching a bit, I shook the morning dew out of my now muddy grey coat. I trotted over to a small oak tree and pulled L's folder out of the hole in its trunk. Now, I thought, time to get to Japan. I galloped away along a simple dirt path and thought, where is the nearest ocean?
The waves crashed against the sides of the boat as I sat on a few sacks of grain. Do I hate boats and the ocean and traveling and trying to sleep when a boat is in the middle of a storm? Yes. I growled and that growl turned into a gurgle when the boat started to rock up and down and up and down and up. I buried my head beneath my paws and waited for this ride to come to a stop.
My paw stepped on the dry, beautiful ground for the first time in two weeks and I literally almost fell over. I hadn't had fresh kill for the past two weeks? Or was it one month? I was so messed up. I stumbled forward and placed the folder on the ground in front of me. This was all The Master's fault, that I was starving, that I was a messed up wolf that was half dead with my ribs showing. I sighed and picked up the so precious folder and continued on with my journey.
Wind buffeted my fur as I walked on the side of a dangerous highway, clutching the folder in my teeth. I had made it to Japan, even though I had not eaten anything but garbage for a month, I had made it, and I was not going to fail at all. "L, I barked, "You better watch out."