Hi, shadowaero here! Yay my first Fanfic! Um, sorry this chapters so short, but I Kinda want to use short chapters for this story. So yeah, umm this story doesn't go along with Death Note (which by the way, I don't own) It is all a LIE! Well, umm, most of it *nods head*. I have only started to watch Death Note so please be patient with me!!! So umm I'll get working on the next chappy today, = )
Plz tell me what u think!
It's Hard to be a Fallen Angel
Chapter 1: That DAMN File
-I held it my hands, such a long time ago-
-Now I want it, but I cannot find it-
-It has been 13 yrs since he was taken –
L had been sorting through the towering stacks of un-finished cases for several weeks now, and frankly, he hated every minute of it. He was only doing this because recently he had remembered a case involving a strange 4 year old orphan that had gone missing about 13 years ago.
His memory of this strange case had come to him after he had solved his most recent one, which somehow, had involved the kidnapping of a child at the age of 10. The child's name was Shadow, and he had managed to escape his captors after only a few weeks. This boy was, in some ways, like L himself.
L had found that he had a strange ability of reading, and talking to people in their minds. He had been avoiding using this ability for a long while now and every day the weight that was on his mind had gotten heavier. It had started out as a soft buzzing, caused by not using this new ability of his; than because of his recent loss of sleep because of work, it had become a throbbing sensation, somewhat like the after effect of being hit by a club in the back of the head.
Now, on top of all of this, he had had to remember something, something he had known would take a long time to find, read, hypothesize, and finally figure out and solve.
L scowled at the large amount of files in front of him, messaging his temples. He'd thought at first that he had known where the fucking file was, and now he was here, sitting in front of this pile of…of… garbage! He was about ready to seriously kill something.
He sighed and dropped the file he had just picked up and walked down the hall to his desk. He sat down and brought his knees up to his chest, unconsciously chewing on his thumb.
The boy named Shadow, had the ability of dissolving into the shadows, and was able to control and shape them in any way. But what really bugged L was how long it had taken him to escape. He would have asked the dark child himself but the boy was still in the freaking hospital. L's frown deepened. L raised his eyes to look at the top of his desk.
"Where is that damn file?!" L growled between his clenched jaws. Sitting up in his chair he proceeded to rip out the contents of all his desks drawers. When he had emptied every one of the 10 drawers, he sat back, suddenly exhausted from everything that day.
Then, something caught his attention; L stood and looked around the empty room. And soon, he found himself walking toward a file sitting under a small neat stack of papers. He unpiled the stack and took the file into his hands, his eyes suddenly wide. He flipped open the cover of the file, and smiled.
Me: He found it he found it!!!
Light: Umm okay…? Who r u?
Me: I'm the evil fox writing this story, muhahahaha!
Light & L: Evil fox? Story? What the Hell?!
L: And what's with that ridiculous laugh of yours?
Me: Ridiculous? But… but… I thought it was kinda cute *sniffs*
L: *shakes head in despair*
Light:*starts to bang head against wall*