Homer: Um… Hey *nervous* I'm Homer, and this is my first ever fanfiction! I'm writing it with my friend, NecroHolic, so check her out! (yes, like that)

Holic: *evil smirk*

Homer: (she's a pedophile! XD) Yeah, and please please please review! It'll help me write faster; it took me two months to write this little booger due to my extreme case of laziness.

Holic: I hate her so much right now… but you won't have to worry about that for the next chapter because I'LL BE WRITING IT! XD

Homer: WHOO! BREAK FOR ME! XDD

DISCLAIMER: WE DON'T OWN THE AMAZING SHIT THAT IS DEATH NOTE! That belongs to Obata-chan and Ohba-sensei.
Yeah, I said "chan" Obata. u mad bro? come at me.

ENJOY~~~


Once upon a time, in the Kingdom Mortalitas…

"Lawliet, come here my son! I have a gift for you," The fair duchess called from her seat near the large stairway, her long obsidian hair falling gently on her shoulders. She wore an elegant gown that gripped her figure like a glove. She held a small, green velvet box in her lap, the lights from the ball room reflecting off of the fine fibers, tricking his eyes so that it looked golden.

Lawliet, excited about the unexpected gift, grinned at his mother and ran through the crowd of waltzing couples. Many of the guests were important political leaders and people of high birth and Lawliet knew they deserved respect, so he kindly apologized, "Pardon me " as he scurried by.

He ran up to his mother and took her hands in his. "Mother! The…presents aren't to be opened…until later," he said, still breathless from his run. A smile appeared on her pale lips.

"This is a very special gift, Lawliet," she told him tenderly whilst clasping a gold chain around his neck. Lawliet looked down at it, a navy octagon dangled at his chest. He noticed it was made of pure sapphire, flattened and smoothed. He turned it in his hands, admiring the deep color and texture, like he was holding the vast ocean in his hands. As he looked closer, he saw a letter imprinted into the stone.

"L," he looked up at his mother questioningly.

"Yes," she answered his unspoken question, "The family crest."

"But it's just a letter…" he searched for something else, something more prominently royal around the Gothic lettering.

"Yes, the Lawsford family has always gone by that crest," she pointed to the gleaming stone in his left hand, "This is the key," then she gently took Lawliet's free hand and placed the ornate box in his open palm, "And this is your heart." He looked back at her, confused.

"Never lose them, Lawliet, they are a part of you."

His mother then grabbed the stone hanging from Lawliet's neck and slipped it vertically into a thin slot at the side of the box, she turned it clockwise twice, the top of the box opened, the bottom of the lid was a glazed painting of a white wolf. Two faceless, porcelain figures dressed in royal clothing rose from the bottom and began to dance. As they danced, rich and beautiful music flowed from the box. His mother began to hum to the tune, her voice a bit deep and raspy from her earlier illness. Lawliet hummed with her, his voice higher.

"Remember yourself, once upon an October, Lawliet," she said when the music stopped. She kissed him on the forehead and watched as he ran back into the sea of dancers.

The attack began when the clock had struck twelve, as if on some deranged cue.

The majority of the guests had already left by then, only a select few remained. The Lawsford's were sitting at one of the tables lining the sides of the room and Lawliet was munching on a slice of cake, boredly listening to his parents talking to the most important guests, the Royal Family. The Royal Family and the Lawsfords were close due to the fact that Lawliet's own father held a seat on the Royal Court.

Lawliet, being unable to sleep most the time, was forced to listen to their "adult conversations" about economics and politics and other things that didn't spark his interest. Sometimes they mentioned cases that were going on and Lawliet would pop in and say something witty about it, and he would get the smiles and praises he loved so much. But at the moment, their conversation included nothing about detectives and mysteries.

He heard the musicians play tirelessly as love-struck couples danced, lost in their own worlds. Lawliet stopped listening to the adult's conversation on Yostuba's economic rise and the industrial revolution, and watched the happy people dancing together. He thought how more gracefully they danced than the ballerinas he saw with his parents last week. Is it because they're in love? he thought, subconsciously fiddling with the sapphire key around his neck. I wonder if I'll ever find love…-

A small noise and a movement next to him interrupted his thoughts. He looked over and saw the King and Queen's son sleeping in the chair beside him, who had passed out a while ago, exhausted from dancing with a woman too old for him. The boy prince was only a few years younger than Lawliet, but he had managed to steal all of his game; and it was his birthday! Being royalty must have the advantages, Lawliet thought bitterly and glared at the sleeping boy. He remembered the adults laughing and saying how good friends they would become, and the little prick's smirk at this.

If his parent's thought he could be friends with that thing, they were dead wrong!

Lawliet kicked the boy right in his angelic face, knowing the scolding he would get from his parents would be worth it.

"Lawliet!" he heard his father's angry voice. He was a bit disappointed to see that the boy wasn't reacting as Lawliet wanted him to. At first he was startled at the sudden kick, but then he sent Lawliet a death glare from his position on the floor. He rubbed his cheek as he slowly got back up, then suddenly he punched Lawliet right back.

"~~~~~!" Lawliet heard the King's voice, but didn't make out what he said.

The two boys fell on the floor, sending repetitive kicks and punches each others way. The other guests had stopped and looked over to see what was going on. After a few good blows, the adults were finally able to break up the fight, leaving Lawliet with a black eye and the prince with a broken nose, both panting heavily and glaring at each other.

A large gust of wind blew open the heavy wooden doors that entered into the ball room. A woman, dressed in an all black robe with the hood covering her face, rushed into the open room. Seeing this person struck fear into Lawliet and he wanted to run, but something stopped him.

"Where is the boy!" the mysterious woman boomed, looking straight ahead. He felt his father's strong arms squeeze his shoulders protectively.

"We had an agreement," the woman stated, "I heal your wife, I take your unborn child at the age of seven," she flipped her head around to the other side of where Lawliet was, "WHERE ARE YOU!"

The other guests began to run out the door. The woman turned to their side. Lawliet saw a smirk grow on her face.

"There you are," she chuckled. Lawliet's mother suddenly wrapped her arms around him, and his father stepped in front of them.

"What are you going to do mortal? How can you possibly stop a witch?" she laughed as she sauntered towards them. Lawliet saw his music box lying on the floor across from him, he must have dropped it when he was fighting.

Never lose them... his mother's words rang through his head. He clutched the sapphire around his neck and pushed himself from his mother's arms.

"No! LAWLIET!" his mother screamed as he dashed for the green box.

"Lawliet? What a suitable name," the woman cooed as she walked towards him.

He quickly grabbed the box before the witched reached him. He ran back to his parents, but then he felt a magical net suddenly surround him.

"NO!" he heard his mother wail.

"What have you done?" his father asked as he and the King tried in vain to undo the netting.

"That rope is made with powerful magic, neither of you can pull it off," the witch announced, her face twisted in a sinister smile.

"GUARDS!" the King called.

The room filled with the Royal Guard in their dark red uniforms; Yotsuba riffles at the ready, aiming at the witch. She was surrounded.

"You're done for, witch," the King spat venomously, as she simply laughed.

"How can you possibly stop a witch?" She snapped her fingers and monstrous creatures broke through the glass windows and began to attack the Guard. Lawliet couldn't see anything face down on the ground, he could only hear it. He struggled to free himself during all the commotion. He felt himself being lifted up. He saw his parents and the King and Queen cornered by a large griffin and a red devil with a spear, but the prince had disappeared.

"You're coming with me, my flower," the witch told him and began walking towards the door, Lawliet hung on her shoulder, ignoring the bloodshed around her.

A sudden fear and anger washed over him. Now he was determined to escape and save his parent's and the King and Queen. The sheer want he felt for his family and friends to live made him dizzy, though much more awake. His body became lighter, lighter, until he could not feel his body at all.

"Flower gleam and glow! Flower gleam and glow! Flower gleam and glow!" He repeated, feeling the magic words coarse through him as naturally as his blood.

"Huh-what? What are you doing?" The witch halted, shaking the net containing Lawliet violently.

"Flower gleam and glow! Flower gleam and glow! Flower gleam and glow!" He felt the rope loosen and disintegrate, and fell to the marble floor. He spun around and kicked the witch square in the jaw, in control of his body again. She yowled in pain and Lawliet began to run back to his parents, when he bumped into the boy prince.

"Lawliet!" the boy said, sounding relieved.

"~~~~~!" he replied, knowing he said the prince's name, but not hearing it.

"Follow me, I found a way out," he grabbed Lawliet's arm, pulling him the opposite direction of his parents.

"But, our parents…" Lawliet protested.

"Don't worry, my daddy's dealt with magic-users before, plus he's a great warrior, too! They'll be okay," he said rather proudly.

"THE BOY! LAWLIET!" he heard the witch's cry not too far behind him.

"Quickly!" The prince commanded. They ran off to the far wall near the stairs and the prince opened a hidden door in the wall. Lawliet could see the outside!

"You first," the boy nudged Lawliet towards the door. As he did, Lawliet's music box fell out of his pocket again and rolled onto the floor. He watched it roll to a fallen soldier a few feet away.

"My music box!" Lawliet reached for it, but was stopped by the prince.

"I'll get it to you, but you have to escape now," he pointed at the witch, lost in the crowd of battle looking for him. Lawliet looked back at the prince. The boy smiled and kissed his unbruised cheek. "I promise I'll give it back."

Lawliet touched where the boy's soft lips had been, he felt his face grow a bit warm. He can't be. We can't-I hate him, right? Ignoring his sudden feelings, he nodded and quickly left through the small door, looking back only once to see the boy rush to retrieve his little box.

Lawliet ran through the tall grass, uncertain of where he was headed.

He felt his throat go terribly dry as he breathed the harsh October air. His ears began to itch from brushing against the sappy grass. He tripped over a juniper tree's root and fell flat on his face. Memories of him and his mother sitting together in summer reading books and eating cakes bittersweetly seeped into his mind.

"Hello, Lawliet." He whirled his head around and saw the witch standing over him, hood still covering her head, a trickle of crimson blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. His eyes widened in fear and he quickly sat up and backed into the trunk of the tree.

"You're powers are useless! You don't even know how to use them! That back there was just beginner's luck! The flower was acting on it's own!"

Powers? What is she talking about? Sure she's a witch and can probably sense another magic user… maybe I do have magic? The rope around me did disappear- but what's this about a flower?

"You see, Lawliet, no one's here to save you now-it's just me and you," She smiled.

He backed into the tree until it hurt.

"Look," she pointed back at his castle. He gasped in horror as flames burst out of windows and smoke filled the night sky, creating a dark purple aurora.

"No…" he choked out. Hot tears ran down his face, burning his bruised skin. "NO!" he wailed and fell down on his side. He clawed at the earth beneath him. Memories of his parents flooded his mind. The King and Queen- who would rule Mortalitas now? The prince was probably burned alive, too.

"No, no, no…" he shook his head. His heart, the velvet box, was burned along with the prince. Only the key remained, but without his heart the key was useless.

"You're an orphan now, Lawliet," the witch crouched down beside him, "You'll belong to me," She brushed back his obsidian hair, which was as beautiful as his mother's.

"No," The thought of his beloved mother, now deceased, nearly made him vomit! He clenched his hands into fists, collecting soggy dirt as he did. The witch pressed her hand to his forehead. "Let's forget this ever happened, my flower."

Remember yourself, once upon an October, Lawliet.


Homer: u liek?

Holic: Bye Kiddies! *rapes prince*

Homer: That poor prince…

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