Author's Note=
Okay, ANOTHER ONE? Yes.
This is a LXBB fic, I haven't done one yet, and I was possessed to do it. This one has a lot of warnings and such. And updates will be slow, but will pick up as school starts (because I sorta run a reverse schedule). And I haven't written anything L other than poems, so tell me if you think he's OOC or something of that, and my Beta for this will once again be Liarsenic. =)
Edited= 08/11/2010
Pairings= MAIN LXBB, but also AXBB and LXA, MXM and MattxNear later.
Warnings= Violence, Rape, Gore, Over-all Morbidity, Abuse, Character Death, Yaoi, Overall Depression and Insanity.
Author Note= Okay, so I have finished the plot writing! This will consist of 7 parts, containing all together around 45 chapters, give or take. This will follow canon. I have edited B's age for the purpose of improving the plot, instead of 6, he's now 8. A and L stay the same. Thanks ^.^
Disclaimer for the entire fic= I don't own the Death Note cast, or any songs mentioned. The title "Abandoned Driveways" belongs to Hawthorne Heights, (yes, I love them, and I'm proud to say I've infected Holli-chan too) if you want to get a feel of the fic, I suggest you check them out.
L's POV
I couldn't help but mutter to myself as I stared out at the Winchester landscape. I pulled my knees closer to myself, trying to keep my face blank.
It wasn't that I didn't like England; in fact I found it quite enjoyable. It was the reason I was returning. According to Watari, I was about to go through a phase where a lot of changes would begin to occur. I was thirteen, and I was well aware that puberty was coming. I understood, I had read all about it, so I was more than prepared.
Watari had just laughed at me when I had stated my beliefs to him.
I was indifferent to the fact that I would be returning to Whammy's for this transition, no, what bothered me was that I was no longer allowed to work on cases.
Chewing on my thumb, I wondered in a bored fashion what would occupy my time once we arrived. I concluded that I would be forced to baby sit, a thought I did not enjoy.
I said nothing to Watari as I exited the old fashioned car, displaying my unhappiness.
Walking down the halls of Whammy's was pure nostalgia; after all, I had grown up here. As I was walking I spotted two children staring at me.
The elder of the two boys had snow white hair and a soft face, his long, straight hair nearly covering his eyes, but they were still visible, revealing a shocking green. His frame was lean, but not lanky or too thin like the boy beside him.
The younger one had black shoulder length hair, and eyes that were so black they seemed red, or vice versa? Come to think of it, he bore an uncanny resemblance to my own person.
A and B; my heirs, as I knew them. They were eleven and eight. I knew their histories and temperaments, and how they would fall, because everyone falls.
A; he had been abandoned by his parents at age nine, right onto Whammy's door step. A had a too-laid-back demeanor, but I could see that it was a show. The boy wouldn't be able to take the pressure.
B; he had watched his parents be exorcised by a cult, reason unknown. Backup was quiet, but easily overtaken by his curiosity. He would commit a crime (murder most likely), to simply see if a certain even could occur.
It didn't really matter though, no one was perfect. I wasn't either, I'm sure my flaws will reveal themselves soon.
After all, the older the pottery, the more cracks it will obtain.