Fall for you: Death Note Fanfic

Beauty. Although L understood the meaning of the word like every other word in the English dictionary, he never quite understood how the concept could apply to a baby. He had spent his whole five years of life at the Wammy House, when the baby had arrived at the orphanage's doorsteps. The caretakers of the Wammy House and it's founder, Quillish Wammy, commented on how beautiful the child was.

"It's a shame that the parent's didn't want her." Quillish commented. "What do we do with her? The Whammy house is only for gifted orphans." one of the caretakers asked. Quillish held the child in his arm and she giggled and swiped at his nose. "This maybe a rare opportunity for us to learn if IQ is based on genetics or experience. We can try to mold her to be like the others, like Lawliet." Quillish gently placed the baby back into the basket she had arrived in.

L, who had been watching this exchange from a different corner of the room, walked towards Quillish to examine the baby. Even at the young age of 5, Lawliet L possessed the IQ of a person 5 times his age, he had already entirely learned the English language with the help of Quillish, but he never did learn about proper social etiquette.

He peered his head over Quillish's shoulder and asked, "Who is this new visitor, Watari?" Quillish, who L refers to as Watari, was used to L sneaking up on him so he wasn't surprised by his voice. The same couldn't be said about the other caretakers.

"Lawliet, it is very improper to sneak up on us like that." Quillish scolded. Quillish stared at the young boy, slouching and had very dark bags under his eyes, and tsk'ed. It wasn't until many years later that Quillish gave up on trying to improve L's posture and sleeping habits.

"Furthermore, it is very late and it is very important that a young boy like you gets a good night's sleep." Quillish said. L rolled his eyes and lied, " I was about to go to bed but I heard this commotion so I decided to come by and see if I can be of any assistance." Quillish ruffled L's hair and said, "That's very thoughtful of you. We were just discussing what to do with this child that was left in front of our orphanage."

Quillish lead L over to the child. The little girl smiled at the sight of L's face and reached her arms forward. "She's going to turn into quite a beautiful young lady someday." Quillish commented.

L tilted in his head, puzzled. "I fail to see how you can make that assumption at this time." L said. "You'll soon come to understand why." Quillish said, knowingly. "Now then, what is this child's name? Was there a note left with her?" Quillish asked the caretakers.

"We'll check." they replied. The caretakers carefully lifted the baby out of her basket and looked inside. Sure enough, at the bottom of the basket, a small envelope was hidden under the blankets. It was addressed to Watari. Quillish stared at the envelope in question with confusion.

He pulled out a envelope opener from his dress pant's pocket and opened the envelope. After reading the letter inside, Quillish sat at the nearest chair and placed his face in his hands. "It seems that my dear friend, Thomas Amane, has passed away." he announced quietly. Quillish looked up towards L, his eyes dull and lifeless.

"Lawliet. Please return to your bedroom." he ordered. Now most kids would've argued for a bit before sulking back to their room but L saw how distressed Quillish looked and decided that it was in his best interests to comply with Quillish's order. "Understood, Watari. May I come to see the child tomorrow morning?" he asked. "Sure." Quillish replied.


The morning came very slowly for L than for others. But then again, others usually slept during the night. After he was sent to his room by Quillish, L spent the rest of the night on the computer, reading criminal cases. He was studying criminal patterns and mistakes so that when he became a detective, he would be able to notice those patterns without having to inquire about it.

Although he wasn't allowed to drink it, L would take an occasional sip of coffee to keep himself awake. He had been drinking coffee since last year and haven't slept a wink since. Although the caretakers would confiscate the coffee whenever they found him with it, L always managed to sneak into the kitchen pantry and take the instant coffee bag. They always scolded him saying that drinking too much coffee would stunt his growth but no scientific evidence has ever proven that coffee has that kind of a effect on the human body. Thus, L continued to drink it anytime he managed to get his hands on it.

Though lately, the caffeine in the coffee wasn't enough to keep him awake. To correct this, L would take several tablespoons of sugar in his coffee. He didn't mind the taste, after all he had always loved overly sweet foods and drinks.

By the time morning had arrived at the Wammy house, L had already memorized 40 different criminal cases and found out 1000 common mistakes criminals always made. L stifled a big yawn and stretched out his limbs. He remembered the mysterious baby from yesterday and about Thomas Amane, Quillish's departed friend. He had no doubt that the baby's father was Thomas, so L used his laptop to hack into several hospital databases in London. He went into the files of the births from the now and the previous year and found only one baby that had the last name Amane.

"Hmm. Misa Amane. Born December 25, 2004. Father: Thomas Amane. Mother:..." L read. The mother portion of the birth certificate was left blank, indicating to L that either the mother had left Thomas a long time ago or she did not wish to be on Misa's birth certificate.

L thought the latter was more likely, after all what mother wouldn't want to be on their kid's birth certificate. L shut downed his laptop and fell onto his bed.

Knock knock knock.

L jumped at the sound of someone knocking at his door. Immediately, he rushed to hide his coffee mug and the bag of sugar. Once they were well-hidden, L opened the door and pretended to yawn. "Who's there?" he asked, sleepily. "It's me, Watari." Quillish replied.

Quillish stared down at the young boy. "How can I be of assistance to you?" L asked, still pretending to be sleepy. "You can knock of the act, Lawliet. I know you're wide awake. I can smell the coffee on your breath." Quillish said.

L groaned, feeling disappointed at himself for not noticing the coffee smell on his breath. "I'll have you hand over the coffee bag and mug later, for now I have something to discuss with you regarding the baby." Quillish said. "Why do you have to discuss the matter of Misa with me?" L asked.

Quillish raised an eyebrow. "Lawliet... Did you hack into private files again?" he asked, cautiously. "No." L lied. "Then how did you know that the baby's name is Misa?" he asked. L cursed under his breath. The caffeine must have been wearing because L normally didn't make this kind of mistake while he was focused.

"Ok... I mght have hacked into several private databases." L admitted. Quillish massaged his temples, obviously irritated by L's actions. "How many times have I told you. Hacking is illegal. We only hack when we need to gather information for a criminal case but otherwise than that hacking is off-limits." Quillish scolded. "Before we discuss this matter, what are we discussing about Misa?" L said, tactfully changing the topic.

"Ah yes. Misa is very young right now and I would appreciate it if you can try to be her friend and mentor." Quillish said. "Mentor? Why?" L asked. "Unfortunately, at this moment, you and Misa are the only young children in the orphanage. I would like for Misa to grow up to be as intelligent as the other gifted children in this institute." Quillish replied.

L stood quiet for a few moments, thinking about Quillish's response. "Fine. I shall try but I do not think I will be able to succeed in this endeavor." L said. "That is fine. I am only asking you to try." Quillish responded, "Now let's get you downstairs for breakfast." Quillish walked out of L's room and L followed suit.