Strange.

How odd it is that I can remember any minute detail of any given day, at any given time. Hmm...let's test it shall we? How about, the twenty-third day of April of the year 2001. What type of tea did I drink that day?

Silver Tips Tea!

Nope, buu-buu, Silver Tips Tea wasn't founded until 2003.

It was Dragon Pearls Green Tea, actually. It was the only time I had ever tried that particular kind before. The name sounded so intriguing, that I just couldn't help myself!

To be honest, it was quite repulsive, but Wammy has told me that I have a cat's tongue. I'm still unsure of what he means, but I assume-through context-that he is saying I do not have a refined taste for things. Wammy, being perfectly inhuman, is wholly refined in the art of tasting. In fact, the man can smell a dish and label all of the ingredients used without having to look at it.

Pehaps I do have a cat's tongue, since he had enjoyed the cup of tea and flavorless scones much more than I had...

Curse you Wammy, sidetracking my inner monologue as you frequently do.

Ultimately, my point is that I am unable to recall more than jumbled, hazy, tid-bits of my childhood before I was taken into Wammy's Orphanage for Superhuman Youngsters. The mere thought of provoking the memories will send a shiver down my spine, and start a nuclear fallout in my stomach.

Oh how I love to underexaggerate.

Light is forty percent Kira, twenty percent gorgeous, and forty percent of a prissy, smart aleck bastard for example. Those all add to one-hundred percent, but I low-balled all of them.

Another example is that Wammy is only seventy-five-point-four-sixths percent evil.

You see that? Wammy has derailed my point yet again.

As I said before, I can remember things such as lying in a basement-slash-attic-slash-dank-room in an unforsakenly cold house. I also recall the fire that happened in that house, and how, for a few blissful minutes, it was actually warm in there. After that event, I'm vaguely sure that I delt with some firemen, police, and social workers of some kind, but only vaguely. My memories start to clear up when Wammy took me from some horrible child prison, probably a normal orphanage, and brought me with him. For the first year or so, it was just us. We would read together some days ( until Wammy found out that I could read just fine on my own) and even solve a detective case or two while I was at it. That was when the other letters began to surface-trying, and succeeding, in taking my haven from me.

Watari gave them letters, like I had mine, (making my cool self-given name completely unoriginal) and I gave the letters meaning: Alternate, Backup (Backstage secretly), Cover, etcetera. I'm pretty sure D was either 'Decoy' or 'Dumb.'

Can't recall.

I never associated myself with those replacements. I hated them, and to this day feel a little more than slight disdain towards them. For a short time, I felt completely wanted. Special, all on my own, and Wammy had to ruin it with his insane plan to breed socially retarded children.

Guh, there you are again, Wammy, ruining that perfectly good train of thought I had.


AN: In my opinion, L may have held slight resentment towards his successors. Wammy, in a sense, is his father. It may have been like siblings taking his attention away.