Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters. Everything belongs to Tsugumi Ohba & Takeshi Obata. I only own the OC.


1. BROKEN ONE

She gasped, fear engulfing her as she finally realized the consequences of the action she had made. Dropping the gun to the ground with trembling hands, she moved backwards as the blood of the man she once called her father approached her without hesitation; reminding her of her gruesome act.

She continued to slowly back away, dragging her wobbly legs away from the corpse until her back collided with the hard rusty wall. Gasping for air, she began to hyperventilate as she felt the cold fluid touch her toes; terror evident in her tearful eyes.

"What have I done?" She whispered between sobs as she clutched the sides of her head. Weeping, she slowly descended to the floor, not caring if her clothes were making contact with the red liquid beneath her.

The young girl continued to cry; her sobs blending with the sound of the heavy rain pouring outside until she heard something she was quite familiar with, something she heard quite often since she was born in this wretched world. She hurriedly got up and maneuvered her body through the messy room to the nearest window, totally not bothered by the blood she had stepped on. As she approached the window, her eyes widened to saucers as her sight met the yellow and blue striped police vehicles.

Shit! She mentally cursed as she gradually further herself away from the window, concealing herself from the police outside her house. In search for the gun she dropped, she rushed across the room, stumbling over some wooden chairs which made noises that caught the police's attention.

"Shit! Where is it?! Where's the gun?!" The little brunette shuffled across the room, completely forgetting about dumping the gun near the corpse of her parents. Blood splattered everywhere including her cheek.

Looking around the empty dark room, she once again caught sight of the bloodied bodies of the man and woman she once called her parents, unmoving on the ground and next to them lay the gun she was searching for. She rushed to it and picked it up, readying herself to pull the trigger and end her dear life.

With tearful eyes, she kneeled down next to her mom, caressing her cold cheek with her free hand. She really did loved her mom. She was the only one who treated her like she was worth something; like she was truly her child. She didn't deserve to die such a painful death.

Then her gaze landed at the man next to her mother. He, on the other hand, was a monster. He never cared about them; he never loved them. All he did was get drunk, do drugs and continuously hurt the two of them. He deserved to die!

And so does she because she was this bastard's child.

Slowly lifting the gun on her grasp, she pointed it at the side of her skull. "I'm sorry, mom." She whispered as tears continued to stream down her face. "I couldn't keep my promise… I couldn't give you a better life."

"You're wrong, my dear." Her mother said as she wiped the dirt off her child's face, eyes glowing with adoration. "I don't want you to give me a better life… I want you to live a wonderful life in the future."

"But how about you, mommy?"

Her mother smiled and lifted her up in the air. "Then, I'll come live with you in your wonderful life."

"Promise?"

She nodded and replied, "I promise."

"I was wrong." She mumbled as she limply dropped her hand with the gun to her side. "I was completely wrong."

For a couple of seconds, she didn't move from her position as she internalized her mother's words.

When everything finally sank in, she slowly lifted herself up and rushed to the nearest closet. I need to get out of here. She concluded as she opened the dusty old cabinet. Picking up the small dirty bag inside the cabinet, she immediately filled it with clothes and a blanket then she hurriedly picked up the gun she left.

"I'll live, mom." She whispered. "I'll live like you told me to."

The young brunette made a dash to the door as quietly as she could and down the stairs. Ignoring the front door, she flew to the rear-end of the house where a backdoor to the narrow alley was waiting. She knew if she pass through the main door, she would immediately be caught by the police and will be brought to an orphanage and will be forced there to wait until another couple would adopt her; and that could take a lifetime.

That's not what she wanted. That's not the life she wanted.

She wanted to be free… and free she will be.

As she unlocked the back door, she heard the main door burst open as the policemen rushed into the house. She twisted the knob and blasted out the crampy old house, leaving not only her dead parents but also the miserable life she once had.


With swollen eyes and aching feet, she continued to run further away from her house. She didn't know how long or how far she had been running but not once did she stop. She continued on even without a destination in mind because all she wanted was to get as far away as possible from all the chaos her young life had experience and start anew.

Puddles splashed as her feet met the ground, scattering droplets all over her already wet clothes. Since the moment she released the bullet from the gun until she had passed over twenty houses, the rain never stopped; like it was accompanying her in her grief and misery.

Just when she thought her day couldn't get any worse, a flash of lightning struck; scaring the daylights out of her. She shrieked, covering her ears and curling to a nearby column of a gate. Petrified to the ground, she ducked her head and prayed for the lightning to end. She never really liked the lightning since she was younger and definitely not now.

Back when she passed through the backdoor of their house, she never called it a home and she didn't intend to, she already thought about how hard it is for a ten year old girl to actually survive in the big and scary world, more so, live in it. Over an hour had just passed from her escape and here she was, crying alone and being defenseless from the predators this despicable world contained; totally not helping in calming her nerves.

Loosening her grip around her ears, she snuck a peek at the rumbling gray sky when suddenly another harsh lightning flashed from her sight. She whimpered and backed away to the column she was leaning on. Glancing up with panic clear in her eyes, she searched for a nearby abode to take shelter for the mean time. Unfortunately, there was only one house around the area and it was located beyond a huge metallic gate.

"The Wammy's House?" Her azure eyes met with the plate of the mansion posted at the column above her head and contemplated whether to enter the lot without permission or not. She really needed a shade over her head but the thought of breaking and entering an unknown house held her back. This is totally against the law and if I get caught by the owner, I'll be reported to the police. She considered, her mind mentally debating the pros and cons when unexpectedly, another lightning bolted out of the sky.

Ok! Breaking and entering it is then! She mentally shrieked while standing up with jelly legs and making her way to the locked of the gate. The storm continued to brew harder, bring heavier rain drops and fiercer lightning bolts. As she reached the front gate, she took out her bobby pin began picking the lock as stealthy as possible however, little did she know, she was already caught on camera. Once, she heard the clicking of the metal bolt, she slowly opened the gate and entered the land. After quietly closing the gate, she rushed up the stairs of the mansion and took cover under the wide head of the main door.

Huddling at the side of the door, she fished out the blank in her bag and covered herself with it while mumbling, "I'll just make a run for it after the storm subsided." She yawned as her lids gently closed, bringing her to dreamland and away from reality.

After minutes of non-stop rainfall, the front door of the Wammy's House calmly opened and a man with pure white hair took the sight of the sleeping girl. He took notice of how drenched and tired she looked and simply took pity of the young brunette. He slowly moved toward her and kneeled, encircling his arms around her petite body before lifting her up. She didn't even flinch from his grasped, telling him that she was most likely deep in her dreams.

"A young lady, like yourself, should not be sleeping in a place like this or you'll catch a cold." He whispered before entering the house along with the sleeping child in his arms.


Hearing the sizzling sound of burning wood, the sleeping brunette abruptly woke up from her deep slumber. Realizing that the place she was in was unfamiliar, she immediately bolted up in search for her old bag. With hasty movements, she found her backpack sitting neatly on a wooden table; grabbing it and checking its contents. Everything was inside but one.

The gun?! Where's the gun?! She shrieked mentally, still searching the inside of her messy bag. Oh forget it! She cursed as she slung her backpack on her shoulder, making her way to the nearest window. As she was about to open her escape route, the door of the room slowly unlocked, revealing an old man wearing a black tuxedo.

In panic, she hastily opened the window; luckily the room she was in was only located on the first floor of the house. Lifting her right feet off the ground and onto the window sill, she readied her body to jump out when suddenly she heard the unexpected.

"Before you go, why don't you first eat something?" She heard the white haired man called out.

Questioning what's on the mind of this man, she faced him with a frown. "Are you serious, old man?" She voiced out with so much distrust. "Who, in their right mind, would offer an unknown stray girl, like me, some food?"

Laughing haughtily, Quillish Wammy ignored the fact that the young girl made a snarky remark. Nodding with a smile, he replied, "You haven't eaten anything yet, right? I bet you must be hungry."

Snaring at the man, she placed her hands on her hips and rejected his offer. "Sorry, old man but I'm not hungry so if you'll excuse, I have somewhere else to be." Of course, that was a lie but what can a young girl do in an unfamiliar place with an unfamiliar man? Turning her back from the owner of the house, she readied herself to jump off the window but once again got interrupted when he heard him coughed, catching her attention.

"Young lady," He called out. "Would you like to use the front door rather than that window?"

Heat crawled up to her neck as she blushed, completely embarrassing herself. Coughing, she answered, "Preferably… yes."

"In that case, why don't you first eat as well? Then, you can go." He offered once more but this time, the young girl did not refused it because once she saw what he prepared for her, her stomach immediately made noises that betrayed her.

Cautiously making her way to the couch she had woken up to, she kept a wary gaze at the man who kept on preparing her food on the coffee table. She sat on the comfy couch and placed her backpack next to her. In front of her sat a mouth-watering strawberry shortcake and some Earl Grey tea.

Quillish Wammy sat at a nearby chair waiting patiently for the young girl. This didn't came unnoticed to the blue-eyed brunette. "So, old man or should I start calling you something different?" She questioned, earning herself a hearty laugh. "This," referring to the dessert on her fork near her drooling mouth. "isn't poisonous or drugged, right?"

"You can call me 'Watari' and no, that isn't drugged."

"Or poisonous?"

"Or poisonous." He confirmed, smiling genuinely at the young girl.

Looking doubtful, she cautiously placed the food inside her mouth however, once she tasted the delightful sweet, her soul immediately went to heaven. Eyes sparkling, she ginned ear-to-ear. "Wow." She whispered with glee. "This is amazing!" And again, she heard the hearty laugh of the white haired man.

Clearing her throat, her demeanor instantly changed to a serious one. "Mr. Watari, I really appreciate this lovely meal but I would like to have back something that you took away from me."

He nodded understanding her request, more like her demand. "I would give it back to you but can I ask you some questions?"

She contemplated with furrowed brows yet nodded. "Shoot."

"Why do you have a gun with you, little girl?"

Already expecting that question, she grinned. "It's none of your business, isn't it, old man?"

Sighing, Watari moved on to his next question as the brunette took another piece off the shortcake. "Where'd you come from?"

"That is also none of your business."

Feeling exhausted, he tried once more. "What's your name?"

"I'm done!" She proclaimed as she stood up from her seat. She faced Watari and grinned. "Thank you for the lovely dessert, Mr. Watari. I really appreciate it. I would love to stay and have a little chitchat with you but I have to be somewhere else. Also, if you don't really want to give me back my gun then, you can keep it."

She picked up her bag and made her way to the door. Twisting the knob and pushing the door open, she noticed a young raven haired boy hunching near the entrance. She inspected him; hair as black as the night sky just like his eyes, dark circles under his eyes and skin as pale as a ghost which was a huge contrast to his eyes and hair.

What a peculiar child. She thought.

Glaring at the young boy who suddenly placed his thumb between his lips, she turned her back on him and began to walk yet suddenly stopping a meter away. "Where's the front door?"

Smiling, Watari accompanied the young brunette to the entryway followed by the young peculiar boy. As she saw the front door, she dashed to it and twisted the knob. Watari continued to follow her and when they arrived in front of the door, she turned to face them. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Mr. Watari and I'm very sorry for my attitude a while back then."

"It's alright, child." He answered back, holding the door for the little girl. "It was also nice meeting you."

Passing through the front door and being engulfed with the bright ray of sunshine, she felt a new spark of energy surged inside of her.

"Mr. Watari," She whispered, loud enough for the man addressed to hear her. "I don't have a name…" She turned back and at that moment, Watari clearly saw the hurt, the fear and the loneliness in her eyes but amongst all of those negative emotions, there was still a small ray of hope hidden in her eyes.

Already this broken for such a young age. Watari thought, pitying the little girl in front of him.

"Good bye, Mr. Watari and thank you, once again." Then she left without even waiting for the old man's reply, dashing off to the street without a destination in mind.

After Watari closed and locked the door, he turned around; facing the raven haired boy. "So, what do you think, Master L?"


AN: Hey guyys! Jeuel here! So, I've been reading a ton of Death Note fanfictions and through my readings, I came up with my own story. It's really not that polished yet or detailed but with the help of my lovely friend, weirdismyname, we came up with somewhat a gist for the story. Also, I'm truly sorry for all the errors I've committed in this chapter; as you all know or may not know, English is not my first language. More so, tell me what you think about this chapter and all of your suggestions for the story plot is welcome with open arms.

I had a hard time writing this chapter, maybe the succeeding ones as well, because I haven't really introduced my OC, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, even though I thought this chapter was quite boring, I still hope you enjoyed it.

Jeuel out!