AN: I try to write my best but if you think anything is off then please review so I can do better in other stories or even the next chapters if you guys really like the whole story line. I'll let you read now XD
Ok before I let you read I have to say I do not own any of these characters except for the one that pops up… if you know the death note series then you can figure out who doesn't belong, I'm just not saying her name because I don't want to give anything away.
I hopped in the limo and barely got in when the driver sped off. The next corner we turned I nearly fell out of my seat. He seems like a reckless driver. I was heading to the new hotel that the task force and I would be working in until the building was complete. It would only be a couple of weeks.
I was thinking about the percent of Light Yagami being Kira when I suddenly heard a loud thud from the front of the limo and we came to a screeching halt. Watari imedietly got out to check what happened. I didn't bother getting out because I thought Watari could handle it.
"Ryuzaki we hit someone," he said it in a calm manner, but I could tell he was in quite a panic on the inside. I got out of the limo and saw a frazzled driver on his cell phone "-yes she is unconscious-"he was on the phone with 911. I got closer to the front and saw a child on the ground in front of the car. She had to be around 15. She had dark brown hair, but I couldn't see her eyes because they were closed. I could see blood slowly making its way across the concrete. His dark blue jacket and jeans were getting wet. I glanced at the windshield and saw a very large crack that went almost completely across it along with some blood splatters.
My first instinct was to see if she was still alive so I bent down in front of her and placed my hand on her throat. Her pulse was very strong so she was definitely alive. I looked up to find Watari guiding cars around us so that we wouldn't hold up traffic for the most part. The driver had gotten off the phone and was talking to Watari. He looked very frightened and on the brink of a panic attack. Fortunately it seems like Watari is calming him down.
I look around to try and find a purse. I even try her pockets, but the only thing I find is a pocket knife, $10, and some jolly ranchers. There is no form of identification anywhere. I sigh and look at her again. She looked like she is just sleeping if it weren't for the big gash on her head. I look to inspect the injury and find that it is small, but deep. I see some torn tissue and lots of blood. 'How do I stop it from bleeding so much?' I question myself. Then I take of my shirt and place it lightly on her head. The baggy white shirt is emedeitly stained with blood, but I see no reason to care because after a huge patch of blood disperses on the shirt the blood flow seems to decrease.
I glance at my wrist and notice that her skin is as white as mine. I place my head next to her mouth and find that her breathing is coming in short gasps. I look down at her and notice all of her features. The way her eyes are closed makes her look like some beautiful unknown creature of the night with her navy blue eyes shadow. Her nose is broken, but I wouldn't expect any less from just getting hit by a car. Her shoulder is bruised and the side of her cheek has a small cut.
I just stare and try to think about what she would have been doing to get hit by a car. Of course it could have been out reckless driver, but I would think some people would be smart enough not to get in front of a maniac driver.
The paramedics arrive soon and take her away. They ask if I want my shirt back and I tell them they can keep it. Watari tells me to go with the girl to the hospital while he talks to the cops about the legal matters that involve the driver and have our limo towed.
They let me ride in the back so I can stay with the young girl. They dress all of her wounds on the ride there and put some medicine on her head to stop the bleeding. When we arrive at the hospital she is transported to a room where they give her stitches. All of the nurses and doctors reassure me that she will be fine, but I already know that she will fully recover.
After about half an hour or so they were finished with her stitches and said that I could come in to watch her if I wanted. I sat in the chair by the wall for an hour or so when she started to move. I looked up from my crouched position and saw her staring at me with a confused look on her face.
"Hello," I tried to make conversation.
"Hi," her voice was rusty and she coughed a little. I handed her a glass of water and she gulped it down.
"What happened?" she asked while staring at the ceiling.
"My driver hit you, I apologize," I said in my usual monotone voice.
"Really?"
"Yes, really… what is your name?" I tried to get her identification.
"It's- um, well I'm… - I don't know," she began to stare at the ceiling like it had an answer on it that she couldn't make out.
"Do you know where you live?"
"I- um- no. uh" she sighed and looked at her hands. "I don't remember anything," she said disappointedly.
"My name is Ryuzaki," try to sound nice even in my monotone voice.
"Hello Ryuzaki. So where am i?" she is looking around the room and trying to figure out her location.
"You are in a hospital. You had a severe injury on your head when you were hit by the car," I try to explain.
"Oh, so who are you?" she looks at me again.
"I already told you my name is Ryuzaki" I'm starting to get annoyed, but I can tell that her amnesia must have been severe.
"Oh yeah I remember now, I'm sorry. So where were you going when your driver hit me?" I'm mentally screaming at her. 'How could she remember what hit her, and not remember the name i just told her. Is the cause of her accident the only thing she picked up from this conversation?'
"I was going to work," I decided to be honest because I saw no point in lying to her.
"Oh, I'm sorry if I caused you any problems," she ignored eye contact sheepishly.
"It did not cause any problems for me although the driver that hit you has some legal matters to deal with,"
"What gonna happen to him?"
"He is probably going to have to pay for your hospital fees and go to court. Maybe do some community service or something, but nothing as bad as going to prison," I'm really curious now as to how she remembers so much about society. Maybe she only remembers parts of her life. "So do you remember anything at all about your life?"
"Yes, I remember my mom," she said with a sigh.
"What is her name?"
"I don't know. I know that I didn't even know it before I got hit. She was taken away from me when I was only 7. My dad left before I was born and I was taken away from my home and placed with other kids who were like me-"
"A foster home?"
"Yes that's it. All I remember is that I was never adopted and I ran away from the foster home to live on the streets because the other kids there kept beating me up. I kept dreaming about it when I was unconscious. I'm sorry, but that's all I know," she kept her gaze on hands.
"I was also raised in an orphanage. I know how hard it can be when others don't look at you the same way you want them to and all because they know your different they try to beat you up," it was true. I grew up in many different foster homes where many children picked on me and beat me up all because I was different from them.
"Thank you," she took a deep sigh, "so what kind of job do you have?" she perked her head up at getting off the topic.
"I am a detective," I saw no harm in telling her my proficiency. It's not like she could figure out I am L. Even if she had the IQ to figure it out she would most likely forget by the next day.
"Oh that's cool. Do you use a gun? Do you have to shoot anybody? Or are you one of those people who work behind the desk?"
"That last one. I may go out sometimes, but it is rare,"
"When do you think I will be able to leave here?" she seemed to ask honestly.
"I am not sure. It seems like you have amnesia so I am not exactly positive what the doctors might treat you with. Usually amnesia heals on its own,"
"Well that's good news. I really wouldn't want to be stuck without my real name for the rest of my life," she laughed playfully. It is one of those cute girly laughs that you can't help but smile at.
One cue the doctor walks in. "hello there. Are you feeling any better?"
"Much thank you,"
"Good. We took some blood samples and we couldn't match you with anyone in our computers. So what is your name?"
"Well i-"
"She says that she doesn't remember her name. It seems like she has amnesia," I speak for her.
"Oh. Well someone should see you're missing and come pick you up from the hospital and if not then we will have to make other arrangements. For now we will keep you in here until your head injury heals enough for you to do daily activities. Um Ryuzaki, there is someone here to get you and he that he knows you. He is tall, old, do know him?"
"Yes I do," I get up from my seat, "it was nice speaking with you," I directed at the girl. "If you could please keep me updated with her state of health then I would be grateful," I turned and left to meet Watari downstairs.
"So how did it go?" Watari questions as we are walking to the car.
"She may have amnesia, but other than that she seems to have only her head injury and some minor bruising,"
"Well it's good that her physical injuries are low," he opens the car door for me and I hop in.
The whole way back to the hotel thoughts were racing through my mind. 'What if her amnesia doesn't wear off?' 'if she doesn't even remember her own name then we can't find out who her family is' 'if we can't find her family then we can't find her home' then I calculated the percent of her having a family and the percent of her family looking for her and found that there is an 82.7% chance that she does have a family that will find her.
'My calculations are never incorrect'
AN: so how did you like it? Do you want me to continue? I probably will anyways because I feel like it and I'm really bored right so I will go ahead and make another chapter XD and I really feel like I could go somewhere with the story… maybe