Alright this story is a bit different from what you normally see posted on fan fiction. Mostly, this story is about the descendants of Light and Mello, but any character that was of importance (and not dead) will have a part. This is (hopefully) going to be a LONG story, with a developing plot and no real fast 'skips' in the timeline (other than in the beginning). So take it and read it as you might a book, chapter by chapter. The OC is named Halo, and anyone who can guess who her parents are before they are fully revealed, will get a cyber cookie (no real points for guessing her father though, it's kinda obvious.) Please, while you read and if you review, be aware that this is different then what you might normally see, so don't flame it just because it's a little out of the norm and following past the original Death Note plot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Never have, never will (If I did, Light would have been ended by episode 2 xD) Not much for a storyline there...
Enough said, on with the story! Oh - and reviews are amazing!!!
Prologue
The timing was right, just barely.
Thank god it hadn't been sooner. Only thing worse she could think of, was indeed, if she'd shown signs earlier.
Because if she had… What would have happened? She didn't like to think about it.
Hands shook as she dialed one of the few numbers she never was prepared to call. It took courage, more so then ever before.
Seconds, turned to hours. She was waiting, half with a will to hang up, the other eager for an answer. The slight and familiar ring to the phone somehow turned deafening.
She could still hang up. She still had time…
"Hello?"
Too late; there was no turning around now. Slowly, her lips parted, allowing the passage of words to form. Nothing came out, and she wanted to run, to fling the phone across the room and end the call. She wasn't supposed to call this number. No one was. But this was an emergency, and her best, no, her only option.
"Roger?" somehow she spoke, but she heard to words through a ghost.
"Who is this? How'd you get this number?"
Tension, she felt, flowing across both of them.
"Through Near," She lied. In truth, she might have stolen it.
"Who is this?"
"I'd rather not say."
Silence, though perhaps through an evaluation, he was debating whether to continue the phone call, or to promptly hang up. But like all humans, he had to be curious, right?
"What do you want?"
This was it.
"I have something that might be of interest to you."
"Like what?"
"A child"
"Why would I want a child?
Doubt again, something she fought hard to control. She had dialed the number correctly, at least she though she did. Her eyes rechecked the crinkled paper, going over again her slender handwritten numbers and the name of the Whammy House manager, Roger. Yes, everything should be right.
"Because this child…" she trailed.
Irritation evident, "Is what?"
She had to just say it.
"Is related to Mihael Kheel"
Silence again, but this time through a thread off all consuming electricity. Just by saying the name, the cards had turned. Now, she was no longer an annoying anonymous caller, but someone of a disturbing amount of interest.
His voice was now breathless. "Are you certain?"
Hell, of course she did. How could she not?
"Yes, I'm positive."
"Then we now have something to talk about…"
Okay-dokie, the short Prologue is up. I might toy with another short chapter before the time skip, we'll see.