Hey all! This is my first ever fanfic, so please be nice about it! If you flame, I will point and laugh, then feed it to my iguana!
Anyways, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not flame me about Mary-Sues. I have a very distinct opinion on them, SEE MY PROFILE! If you have no life and therefore decide to flame, go waste your life on someone else's fanfic.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Death Note, or any of the characters involved in Death note. If I did, I wouldn't be wasting my time writing fanfics about it. I do own my OC Solitude, and any other random characters I made up to serve my purposes.
This chapter is dedicated to my BFFL Brittny, for sharing my love of fanfiction, Death Note, and writing, and for being there for me when I had no one to show my fanfic to.
SOLITUDE POV
I was sitting high up in the branches of a large oak tree. The light May breeze ruffled my long, jet-black hair as I stared at the blank canvas in my lap. I was trying to figure out what to draw. I figured that the sunset would make a beautiful picture, with various tints of pink, orange, violet and blood red. But I was unsure of how exactly to go about that. One of my closest friends, B, looked over my shoulder.
B, or his real name, Beyond Birthday, had spiky hair just as dark as mine. He usually wore jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, like today. His most curious feature, though, were his eyes. They were as red as blood, which he seemed to have a fixation with, and for some reason, he could see the names of people just by looking at them. I believe that they do something else as well, but he has never discussed it with me. "What are you gonna paint?" he asked me for the ten-billionth time. I shrugged and stared back down at the canvas. "L?" I called down to the base of the tree, "What do you think?"
L was one of my other two best friends. He looked almost identical to Beyond, except that his hair was a bit spikier, his eyes were dark grey with huge black pupils, and he had dark bags under his eyes due to his insomnia. He was far quieter than Beyond. His full name was L Lawliet, but I was one of the few people who knew that. He had some very strange mannerisms, like always sitting in a crouch or holding things with as little skin as possible. He also has an obsession with sweets, like my obsession with candy and B's obsession with jam. Or blood.
Sitting against the tree next to L was my other best friend, A. He had darkish blond hair that always fell into his eyes, which were electric blue. He was always easygoing and worked well with people, but he got stressed very easily. He was currently sitting next to L, reading.
L looked up at me and said, "I don't know, S. Draw what you feel like drawing." I blew a strand of hair out of my dark blue eyes. L was always frustrating like this. He was the oldest of our little group, 17 years old. The rest of us were 15. Truthfully, every kid at this orphanage, Wammy's House, was only here to compete. For what? To see who would succeed L as the world's greatest detective. We were only here to replace him when he died. But we always pushed that morbid thought to the back of our minds. Well, A, B and I did. The rest… well, let's just say the three of us weren't very popular here.
I put my hand on the tree branch and immediately snatched it away. I had cut my index finger on the branch, a small incision on my finger pad. Crimson tears welled up and dripped down my finger. However, I did not cry out or curse. Pain had never really bothered me all that much. Instead, I looked at the blood thoughtfully. Then I gently brushed the wound across my canvas. And again. I quickly dipped my brush into some paint, then began to create a sunset, using my blood as often as my paint. B looked over my shoulder as I drew my finger across the painting again. He breathed in sharply, then said, "It's beautiful…"
Beyond had always been fascinated by blood and pain. He frequently did… er… experiments to test his theories. As I finished my painting, I hopped down from the tree to show my work to L and A. l frowned slightly at the blood streaked across my sunset scene. "It does add depth to the painting, but is it necessary to maim yourself to produce such results?" I shrugged and said, "I cut myself by accident, and who wants to let the blood go to waste?" I heard B snort behind me and grinned to myself.
At that moment, Wammy himself walked over to us holding a camera. "Picture?" he asked, "I've decided to send pictures to the government to show that the funding they're giving us is quite worth the effort. And besides, we can hang all of our photos on a wall, to enhance community feelings!"
Behind me, B snorted again. I couldn't help but agree. We were complete outcasts here, and the other children made our lives all but miserable. Well, except for L. No one was quite brave enough to make fun of him, and he also defended us. But when he wasn't looking, it wasn't fun.
"Come on, guys!" I pleaded. "It'll be fun!" They rolled their eye and A said, "Seriously? Why would I want to be on a wall with them?" he jerked his thumb back towards the other kids playing on the lawn behind him. I sighed and dragged B over next to me, then pointed beside him, telling A to get his… ahem… arse over there for a picture. He walked over, grumbling. That left L. I grabbed his arm and yanked him over next to me. He looked surprised at the sudden contact, then just put his thumb to his lip and stood next to me. I put my arms around L and B, and A just kinda stood there next to B.
"SMILEEEEEE!" I shouted. The others couldn't help but laugh, and Wammy snapped a picture. As it came out, I grabbed it. It showed the four of us standing in front of a tree, grinning and laughing like a bunch of teenage idiots. Which we were.
I picked up my art supplies, dumped them into L's hands, then shouted, "Race you to the house, B!" he gave me his "You're on" grin, then we took off running. S I neared the house, something grabbed the back of my shirt. I sprawled on the ground, and flipped myself over to find B on top of me, propped up on his elbows and grinning evilly. I turned red and shouted, "What the hell? What did you do that for? I was winning!"
"Exactly," he said, smirking. I blew a strand of hair out of my face and said, in a sickly-sweet voice, "Beyond, do you think you could get off of me?" he smirked even wider and said, "What? Aren't you enjoying the view? I certainly am." If I was red before, it was NOTHING on how I was now. "You are such a PERVERT!" I exclaimed. And at that moment, A and L caught up. A bit back laughter, but L's ace darkened at the sight of b on top of me.
"Backup, get off her," he growled. Beyond winked at me and got off, finally. He threw a dirty look at L for using his much-hated nickname. L put out his hand to help me up, which I took. I flicked my dark hair out of my eyes, grabbed my art supplies from L, and marched up towards my room, muttering about hormonal teenage boys.