QUILLSH Summary: Six teens, scattered around the globe, are all searching for something, a name or a face trapped in the back of their minds. Some lead back to others, intertwined like a magnificent story rug. Others just run in place, unable to move forward. All of them have one thing in common. Quillsh. Reincarnation AU. Told in drabble format.

GA: I don't own Death Note, simply the concept of QUILLSH.

This is going to take a long time to write! Sorry to say that each chapter is going to be very short, probably only four drabbles each, and each drabble will have maybe one hundred or so words at the most. Maybe I'll lengthen them later on, but for now it's going to stay nice and drabble-y. Hopefully, though, you'll like it anyways.

For right now, there are no pairings, but I'm going to wait to see where this fic leads me, and see if you, my readers, want to see anything in particular.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

They're inseparable, which scares more people than is strictly healthy for a pair of teenagers living in the Bible Belt. A and B, Another and Beyond, whose names aren't their own but theirs from another time. That's what their foster father tells them, at least, but Roger was never one to tell the truth, anyways.

Or so they think.

Nobody calls her Linda. Her name is Ellen Calder, after all. But the name sounds wrong, dirty rolling off of her tongue, so she asks them to call her Linda. Nobody does, but it is worth a shot.

Maybe she'll find somebody to call her that someday. Until then, though, she paints, vibrant letters against dark background. An N here, an M there, the occasional L floating in the midst of red Ks. Once in a while, names appear out of the random splatters and letters.

She's never known anybody named Nate River.

Russia is a heartless place, Mihael decides, and he wonders why he didn't realize it before. Freezing cold in the dead of winter, and no living soul willing to keep an orphan company. The only thing close to hope he has is the bitter resentment towards life, that thing that screwed him over since the very beginning.

With a sigh, he huddles against a gate that protects him from the cold, or at least a small portion of it, and tries to trick sleep into visiting him. Still his attempts are in vain; in a dark, cloud-covered urban wasteland, a single ray of insensitive light shines on Mihael's weary figure. There would be no sleep that night.

Mail can't sleep, or if he can, does not succumb to the dark dreams. They're too vivid, the nightmares that plague every sleeping moment. He dreams of car chases and bullets and Kira and Mello, God he has to save Mello, or else he'd-

He forgets them the moment he wakes up, but the fear that clenches his heart is the same. The familiar scene of the large room, cots lining the walls, returns to him, and he is glad that all the other orphans are still asleep. All, save for one, and it is Nate's grey eyes that pierce the darkness and Mail's chest and makes him remember for a single moment that he was scared of something that had already passed.

Then, seconds later, all is once again forgotten.

"I was once a caretaker for a very gifted group for children, but...it is suffice to say that they are no longer under my care."

"What happened, Mr. Wammy? What happened to these kids of yours?"

"They simply grew up too fast."

That's it for chapter 1, I hope it makes you excited for more, but I can't blame you if it doesn't. Either way, the chapters are short, so it shouldn't take me long for the next one, even though I'm also working on Chapter 5 of To Be Close to the Sky. If you like KHR! OC fics, then you might want to check it out. Other than that, there's not much to say, other than-

'Til then!

~G. Annihilator