[Thief takes Time]
Edit (1): I have added the first part and changed a little bit of the story to make it seem less repetitive, I'm sorry to those that have to reread this to get the new stuff but if you just started reading this congrats! You won't get confused by my always changing mind! XDDD So enough talking, here's the story... that I've edited... :P
Edit (2): I've added the last part to Memory25's wishes and changed a few words as well to make things more clear. I'm really glad that you are out there to help me out with all of my mistakes! Thanks a lot! XD
Chapter One: Introduction
Tick…
"It happened so long ago. The accident that brought to life so many things yet killed just the same. How the roof seemed to give way above me as I ran. There was really nowhere to run, I knew that. Everything my life had built upon had shattered to pieces just like that, right in front of my eyes."
…Tock…
"I was given a second chance… to rebuild the happiness that I've once lost in the rubble. My home, my family, everything I knew was crushed to pieces at that very moment. You have that moment where you knew you were safe, in the arms of the people you love, and the love that they give you back. Like a perfectly painted picture or a photo taken and framed just beside your bed, so every night you can look at it and think that you are safe"
...Tick…
"Then your hopes shatter, your nightmares stretches out in all these directions. Everything around you seem to mirror your emotions, crumbling above you, threatening to keep you in. There is really nothing you can do to stop it but run. Let it wash the realization over you, give it your fear and horror as you struggle to find an exit…"
…Tock…
"…I didn't blame my father for being so careless; I didn't blame my mother for not reaching me in time… time. That life giving thing that can swerve and change in so many directions. Time. It is the source to your learning, your reason to race, and hopes to live on. It can never break, it can never stop once. But it did… for me."
…Tick-
"I never acknowledged time as a life giving foundation. There was either too much or too less. Sometimes you want it to end faster but sometimes you wish that there is more. It changes your thoughts, the more it moves forward the harsher it will torture you, it threatens you in every corner yet you can't wish for it to stop. I wondered what it was like if time stopped before… and I was given the chance to see"
…
"I'm sorry, I have to go, time is running out"
[o]o[o]o[o]o[o]
Laughing?
Standing in front of the huge gates, the little boy gazed down the dark road behind the entrance and found the building that loomed within the midst of the dark. He didn't know many things but he knew that there wasn't supposed to be a big blank in his mind.
The sound seemed so mesmerizing it drew the boy closer towards the gates. He stopped just arms length from the metal bars and tried to get a better look inside. Through the dark he saw that the lights of the building was on, shining its way through the darkness and seemed to be reaching out for him. It's welcoming lights offered safety… but for some reason that was what he feared the most.
The late afternoon sky was covered with black haze, sharp wind howled through the empty roads. The breeze blew bitterly against his skin as he held out his hand to touch the door. The moment his fingers brushed the bars of the door he withdrew it quickly. It's cold… is what came into his mind. The gate was surprisingly cold, the wind was cold… he was cold.
He looked around helplessly; the clouds plastered the sky so that no light could've peeked through. It gave the streets a sinister feeling to it, spreading out millions of miles with thousands of destinations. It felt as if which ever path he took, he was walking further and further away from home. What day is it? T-There has to be something-
November 16, 2001
The date hit his head easily as if he'd known all along. That would mean that he's six now. No… still five. His birthday is yet to come, but he didn't expect anything different about it. Every birthday he can remember was just the same, saying 'Happy Birthday' and that was it. There was no real celebration; they didn't have enough money for the unnecessary things in life, and a cake is a rare luxury for one. It never crossed his mind to have a real celebration, something else than words. I guess I just bare with it, nothing is going to change anyways; it's just something extra…
Something extra…
The boy wrapped his arms around himself in a weak attempt to warm himself up as another breeze swirled through the air. The wind was picking up and the dark wasn't helping much.
Too lost in thought to notice it, a light bit of snow started drifting down on the street. The white flakes floated down in front of the boy, just enough to catch his attention. He looked up and caught sight of someone beside him, not inside the gates. It was a shock to him, how long as the stranger been standing there? How did he get here? And who…
Just like last time, with the addition of snow and the cloak the person wore, the dark shadowed the person's face but left a clear image of the person's smile. He turned to the younger boy, he didn't say anything though, just nodded towards the building inside the gates then lent out a hand to him. The boy didn't know what to do, but a small feeling inside him told him that he can trust this stranger, there was no one else around anyways. So with that in mind, he took the hand that was held out and watched as the teenager, perhaps, push open the cold gate and lead him in.
His hand in warm… in weather like this? The boy observed his strange companion, trying to figure out who he is. He knew that it wasn't going to work without a face, and trying to focus in the dark was giving him a headache.
The walk was slow, and the boy was glad he didn't have to run, the cold had sapped out all the energy he had in his legs to even walk so much. But curiosity took over as the building came into view; the huge building looked almost like a church at first sight, about two floors? He couldn't tell. Looking at the lights from inside the building, he figured that that was where the laughing came from. Including some shadows… of people? More like kids…
"Um… excuse me?" The little boy finally decided to speak up. The wind had died down for this round so his voice seems to echo throughout the neighborhood, even if it just was a whisper. It scared him, how just something so quiet can disturb his surroundings like this, it seemed so unnaturally loud somehow, but he wasn't going to drop it there, "but why have you brought me here?"
He expected an answer, an explanation on who the stranger is and why here. There was none, instead the person just let go of the younger boy's hand and walked towards the door of the building alone. There was no other option but follow, the warmth that once wrapped around the little boy's hand drained quickly in the cold weather.
They stopped at the front entrance, and the boy was still confused, what are we doing? What am I doing? Trusting a stranger like this? He looked up at the hooded person again, narrowing his eyes at his face, why is it so god damn dark?! I just want to see…
"Hello?" a voice cut his thoughts short, making him turn to the other person at the door that was now open. An old man, about 50 years of age the boy guessed.
The old man looked down at him, noticing him for the first time, "oh hello there, young one, are you lost?" it was a ridiculous question but his voice seemed kind, gentle and welcoming almost, but the boy didn't know him, therefore, not trusting him.
Instead of answering, the boy darted his head around to look for the stranger, maybe he can explain, right? But he wasn't here! He just left him with another stranger, how lucky. But the question still stirred in his mind, why did that person bring him here then all of the sudden leave without a single word?
Then it hit him, he didn't even get his name! Surely the stranger would have a name right? How could he recognize him or call him the next time he shows up? He should've asked that first!
"Why don't you come in?" the old man interrupted his thoughts again, stepping aside to let the boy in. The light of the building poured out into the dark night; bringing brightness to the snow for once.
The boy only faintly nodded, then stepped in. He instantly felt a coat wrap around him and he darted his eyes up to see who it was. In that mere moment he hoped it was the stranger again, coming to say sorry for leaving him for that brief second. It wasn't him, just the same old man, "it's okay, you're safe now"
Safe? The word repeated itself in his head. He didn't at all think that this place was safe, even the bright lights and cheerful colors of the walls seemed threatening in their own way. He wanted to go home, to go to somewhere familiar… but it was too late for that now.
It was only a few seconds before he heard footsteps rushing down to see him, many footsteps. A crowd materialized in front of him, leaning in to get a good look of the new resident, the new stranger, the new orphan.
"Who is he?" One asked her friend.
"I don't know! He looks so small!" the other replied back.
"Is he okay?" another jumped in.
The crowd was getting larger by the second and the boy didn't like being in the center of attention, it made him uncomfortable. He didn't like crowds, they always made him feel unsafe; completely the opposite of what the old man told him. The man seemed to be aware of that, for that he lead him off away from the crowd and into his office. Well, the boy guessed it was an office. Losing their little bit of entertainment, the kids broke off into their small groups, talking about the newcomer.
After the man closed the door, he got down to eye level with the boy, smiling kindly, "I'm sorry about that, we usually don't get so many visitors"
Heh, figured that out in the crowd already, I thought, watching the old man as he watched me, okay, now that I'm here will you let me go?
Of course, the boy had figured out already that he had nowhere else to go. His home destroyed, and the streets didn't seem too friendly. Since he was welcomed here so nicely, well sorta, he might as well make himself as comfortable as possible. Not like that was going to happen any time soon.
"Are you okay?" the aged man was asking, looking worried about how quiet the boy was being. It was unnecessary of course, he was perfectly fine.
"Yeah" the boy replied flatly, his eyes still observing the old man in front of him.
That seemed to relax him a little; letting out a small sigh he asked a new question, "can you tell me your name?"
My name, huh? That question led him back to the stranger, how he missed probably the only opportunity to ask for his name. He hated how he had that empty piece of information left blank in his head, but he supposed giving his own name wouldn't kill anyone. He took a deep breath; his crystal blue eyes seem to dance mischievously into the other, "real name or alias?"
This was obviously not what the old man was expecting; the question seemed so strange coming out of a young boy like this one. It reminded him so much of another boy, another orphan in this building, "which ever is suitable for you" he decided to answer.
The world seemed to tip sideways, giving an uneven edge to the building surrounding them. I want my alias to be something that represents my whole life, the boy thought to himself, I want it to stand out of the others yet blend in. I want to take back what once was mine yet leave it as it is, all in this one name. It has to be perfect…
"Time. My name is Time"
[o]o[o]o[o]o[o]
"This place was rather advanced looking. I don't mean in technology but in knowledge. The kids here that I met when I first arrived seemed so much smarter than me, I wonder if I could even compare with them. The old man mentioned something about this being a gifted orphanage, some place for many kids much smarter than others. He seemed nice at the start, to welcome me in like that but once I was well enough to talk he seemed a lot more strict.
He said that I had to run some sort of test in order for me to stay here, an IQ test I presumed. I had to say I didn't expect that but something came up on the computer and I was ushered outside immediately. There were only a few minutes that passed by until the old man came back out again with a sudden change of mood. Right there he said that I could stay that confused me. What was it that changed his mind? Something on the computer?
It was hard to imagine the possibilities but obviously he thought I was gifted somehow… but he didn't mention in what."
Author Note: So this is the start of my OC character, Time! This story is based on the doubles I use for role-play, the characters you see here that you think are your beloved Near, Mello and Matt are actually copies of the originals from the main Death Note story. They are picked out of a long list of people that died under the Death Note or with the knowledge of them, to make things more interesting, by the Shinigami King. They are entertainment for the king himself, because the shinigami realm is oh so boring. The Shinigami King must've forgotten about them after a long while, since he forgot to get rid of them after the entertainment was over, giving a chance for them to live life to the max.
I decided to create there copies because I didn't want to write a character that may be involved with the Kira case some time in the future. If I use the originals… well we all trail off sometimes right? Anyways, this way it'll be so much more interesting XDDD Oh god, I sound like the Shinigami King himself…
In other words, I get to add my touch to the story without worrying about that as much! :D
Disclaimer: Yes, this is still a disclaimer. I do not own these 'doubles' fully, they are not exactly mine so I still have to credit the real owners. As much as I want to own them fully, I can't. I only fully own my OC, Time.
