1989
Location : Somewhere in Wammy's House
It was raining that day and I was crying in a room somewhere in the orphanage. It's nothing new and has been happening since I was brought to this place. The reason of my crying? Usually the children that was brought to the orphanage are genius well me? I'm not a genius which will make you wonder what was I doing here. I myself would like to know but since I am not like the other kid I was look on differently by the rest to which brought to me being pick on. That leads to where we started…
The sound of the door opening and closing was what brought me out from my thought and depression and I saw a boy with disheveled and languid appearance with no shoes on at the door staring at me. Quickly as to cover the tear I duck my head and let my long hair cover my face but I know it was too late, he already saw it. He would probably make fun of me to.
Quietly the boy walk up to a stick and pick it up while his eyes move around the room as in searching for something which he soon found. Silently, through tear filled eyes I watch his action and watch his every move from the way his body is position in a lazy slouch to his black bored eyes that is framed with the result of continuous sleepless night. Every aspect to which was thought to me by Watari to search for when trying to personalize a person and by the appearance of the boy and the constant flow of gossip and rumor going around the orphanage it is plain to see that the boy was the future 'L'.
I don't know much about him, only bits of pieces that were somehow stored into my memory. With every motion he takes I was in trance by the flicker of intelligence I could catch in his eyes. Picking up a long stray ribbon he continue to tie one end of the ribbon to the tip of the stick and proceed to walk to the window which overlook the forest behind the orphanage and opened it letting spray of rain water into the room because of the wind. He then carry on to sit in a peculiar manner or better say he was perching instead of sitting on the now open window.
He position himself and the stick with the long ribbon blowing in the wind from the rain as if he were fishing and maintain on ignoring me.
I found his presence intimidating. But that didn't stop me to cure my curiosity.
Being curious as I am I ask, 'what are you doing'
To which he simply reply with a mumbling voice, 'fishing, what else?'
Now I was intrigued and confused by this boy. Wiping the tear from my eyes I stare at him in wonder, 'but there's no fish to catch…is there?'
'No, of course not. Don't be foolish' came his harsh reply.
Tear return to my eyes hearing his tone of voice and with a quivering voice I ask, 'then what are you catching?'
I can see him looking me at the corner of his eyes though he was facing the rain. After a long pause with no reply my small feet start for the door, I was already out of the door when suddenly his whisper was all I hear against the rain. Closing the door I couldn't help the smile from forming on my tear stained face.
'I'm catching your tears.'
- OWARI -