This story probably won't have anything to do with Kira and Light most likely won't be in it. Dakota and L are fourteen years old, L won't be in the next couple chapters. It's mostly about Dakota and what happened. This is a LxOC story. If Light is in it he will be seen as an enemy. I do not like Light.
L is Justice and Light is evil. If you don't like it don't read.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. I only own Dakota.
I have edited a few things to fit the story better. I didn't like the way it was going. My writing style changed slightly as well.
Search For The Sun
Chapter 1
Day 1
People stared at a petite blond girl as she walked down the crowded city street.
She was named Dakota after her great aunt, who her mother had adored.
The elder Dakota had died in a car crash which had killed both her and her husband.
The blond haired girl was dressed as though she was attending a funeral, clad completely in black.
She had on a pair of black skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt, accompanied by a pair of black and white converse.
Most people assumed she was Gothic, but the truth was she despised wearing any other color.
Her mother thought it was just a faze she was going through, when in truth she wasn't sure she would ever wear overly bright colors.
Her blond hair fell a little past her shoulder blades and had a natural wave to it.
Dakota continued down the street ignoring the curious glaces of everyone shopping at the nearby stores.
What they thought of her never really mattered to her.
She didn't have friends seeing as she was several years younger than everyone else in her class.
The small female was years ahead of her own age group in intelligence.
Most of the other kids in her class were 17 or 18, while she was 14.
Some of the older kids tried to make friends with her, but she was too, for lack of a better word, strange.
She had never really gotten along with others.
It wasn't that she was anti social, she just thought and acted different.
She was more focused one her school work than on dating and fashion.
"Mom, I'm home!" She announced, walking through the brightly colored front door of the small house she called her home.
Instead of her mother hugging her the second she took of her shoes, like usual, she was met by an strange silence.
"Mom?" She repeated, looking in the living room where everything appeared how it had when she left for school that morning.
Dakota was confused, her mother got off work an hour before she got home from school.
It wasn't like her to be late, in fact Dakota couldn't remember the last time her mother wasn't there waiting for her.
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed her mother's number.
After four rings she gave up sitting on the couch, becoming concerned for her Mother's safety.
She knew it was too soon to report her missing, and that she was overreacting, but her mother was the only person she had left.
Her deadbeat father had left her mother and her when she was six, and she was an only child.
Her grandparents on both sides had passed on, and she had no aunts or uncles that she knew of.
She turned on the television and flipped through channels until she found one of those news channel, where they were either playing bad news or something about celebrities.
Usually she wouldn't give it a single glance before changing the channel.
Today however it caught her interest.
It was a program about the world famous detective L.
She didn't know much about him, just that he had solved over three dozen, seemingly unsolvable, cases and had yet to reveal his face, or name, to the media.
Only one person, known as Watari to the public, had ever been able to contact L, in person or otherwise.
Other than that nothing was known about the famous detective, only that he was extremely intelligent.
The program did a good job of distracting her for a an hour or so, but she soon found herself worrying about her mother again.
Why isn't she home yet? Maybe she just got held up at work.
It was only an excuse though, she was never home late.
She was almost anal about being home on time.
Always worried about her young daughter.
A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts and she sighed in relief.
She stood her face becoming emotionless once more.
She opened the door expecting to see her mother, but standing there instead were two police men.
One was quite a bit older and his face was gentle, though he looked like he had been through quite a lot in his lifetime.
The other was probably in his early twenties and refused to meet her eyes, instead staring intently at his black work boots.
"Hello," She was trying her hardest to keep her voice from shaking, though failing slightly.
She hoped everything was okay, her mother couldn't just leave her.
Dakota wasn't ready to be on her own, not yet.
The blond haired girl took a deep breath to calm herself, though it was useless.
Her thoughts had always leaned toward the worst outcome, she hoped it was just her pessimistic attitude this time and everything was okay.
That her mom was just caught in traffic and would soon be coming home to make dinner for them both, just like every other night.
"I'm officer Wilson and this is my partner officer Drake," The older cop stated.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Her tone was polite, like always, as she gave them both a curt nod.
Her mother had taught her manners.
"Are you Dakota Hudson?" Officer Wilson asked.
His hair looked as though it was once midnight black, but now had gray mixed into it, giving a salt and pepper color.
She would have considered him good looking if he wasn't so much older than herself.
"Yes I am. May I ask why?" She sounded clear and confident, but inside she was shaking with fear.
Though she didn't know it, her bright jade eyes showed everything.
"Are you the daughter of Cassandra Hudson?" He asked softly, concern evident.
"Yes. Why has something happened?" Dakota questioned, her emotionless expression breaking.
Officer Drake looked up at her expression with brilliant blue eyes.
When he saw the panic in her eyes he looked back down at the ground solemnly.
"I regret to inform you that there has been an accident," Officer Wilson sadly told her, his steel colored eyes dropping to his shoes, "Your mother didn't make it."
Dakota stopped breathing, she completely froze.
Her eyes shined brightly with tears.
She had expected it but that didn't make it hurt any less.
Her knees buckled causing her to drop to the ground.
Tears silently fell from her eyes, coating her cheeks in the salty liquid, but she made no move to wipe them away.
This had been the first time she had cried in years.
"P-please tell me you're kidding," She choked out.
She reached out and gripped the leg of his black slacks.
It as though she was reduced to a five year old child again, needing comfort, reassurance, anything.
"Please." Her voice sounded thick from the sobs she was restraining.
She didn't want to show her pain to strangers, but at this point she had no other choice.
It was her mother, she had lost her mother.
It hurt too much to keep it bottled up.
"I'm sorry," Officer Drake whispered kneeling beside her.
He pulled a tissue from his pocket and shakily wiped away her tears.
He offered her a hand to help her stand.
She accepted it and allowed him to lift her from the ground.
She opened her mouth to say something, but a strangled sound came out instead.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, allowing her to cry on him.
He didn't see to care that she was staining his uniform with her tears.
She tried to stop the tears, but she found she couldn't.
She could barely breath, but her lungs were burning.
Her throat felt as though it had swollen shut.
"You have to breath," Officer Wilson smiled softly.
Dakota nodded and took in a deep breath.
"You should sit down," Officer Drake motioned to the inside of the house.
She gave a curt nod and walked inside, leaving the door open for them to follow her.
She sat down on the couch and wrapped her arms around a bright red throw pillow tightly, burying her face in the soft material.
She waited for them to join her, knowing she would have to talk about living arrangements.
She didn't want to move out quite yet.
Their small shared household was all she had left of her mother, but being a logical being she knew it would be impossible to stay.
Officer Wilson sat in the chair across for her while his younger partner sat beside Dakota on the couch.
"W-what's going to happen to me?" Dakota asked, pulling on a lock of her long hair.
She knew she definitely wasn't old enough to live alone, but she hoped she didn't have to enter the foster care system.
Her mother wouldn't have wanted that.
"Well, we can search for any relatives that live in the area," Officer Wilson consoled.
"I have no relatives and if I do they don't want me," She stated, leaving no room for argument.
"Well, we could always put you into an orphanage for a while and wait for someone to adopt you, or you could live with a foster parent for a while," He informed her, resting a calloused hand on her small shoulder.
"I'm not sure," She hid her pretty face in her hands.
She was on the verge of crying again, but was trying to calm herself.
Dakota never thought she would have to decide on something as big as this, at least not yet.
She was, to put it bluntly, terrified.
"You don't have to decide tonight, but we will have to know by tomorrow morning," He rubbed her back gently and soothingly.
She knew she had to decide, there was no one left to do it for her now.
Foster care was out of the question.
Kids usually came out pretty screwed up.
"No. I am on my own now. I must choose what is best for me," She commented shocking the officers. She cleared her throat and took a couple deep breaths. "I will stay at an orphanage until I am either adopted or I turn 18."
"Are you completely positive that's what you want?" Officer Drake asked.
Dakota nodded, a look of determination in her jade eyes.
"When will I leave?" She questioned running her hands over the small oak coffee table, as though she was trying to imprint the look and feel of it into her mind.
"We will have someone pick you up tomorrow," Officer Wilson said handing her a box of tissues from the end table beside the couch.
She took one and blew her nose unattractively, not that she cared.
"How much can I take?" Dakota asked near tears again.
"Only a suit case full," Officer Wilson had sympathy in his deep gray eyes.
"I understand," She stated, calmly and rationally, though inside she was anything but. "You can let yourselves out."
"I hope to see you again some day," Officer Drake said, smiling sadly at her.
"I hope so as well," She sniffed, wiping away the remainder of tears in her eyes.
She took a couple deep breaths, trying to put up her emotionless facade.
Dakota tried to give them a smile, but wasn't able to as she walked up her stairs to her room.
The officers left, returning to the police station to fill out her paperwork.
She would be staying in the closest of Wammy's Orphanages.
They were the nicest ones in the area, instead of sharing a room with seven or eight other girls she would have a single roommate.
Then after assessing her IQ and learning level, she would attend a nearby school learning within her range.
Dakota silently packed, not bothering to stop the tears as they dripped down her cheeks.
She packed only the bare essentials, such as a couple shirts and a few pairs of pants, all of which were black.
The intelligent girl carefully folded her favorite dress and set it in the small suitcase, she knew she would need for the funeral.
She dropped to her hands and knees, searching under her bed for her small lock box, which held all the money she had saved until then.
She carelessly threw the metal box into her bag, hiding the key in a side pocket.
She decided if she wished to buy something it would be nice to have money, and she had saved up quite a bit.
Probably over two thousand dollars, earned by babysitting, allowance, and from her job as a waitress at a local diner.
She walked down the now silent hall towards her mother's room.
Her mother never bought much for herself only what she really needed.
She spent most of her money on her only daughter, making sure she was as happy as possible.
Though a genuine smile was still rare from the girl, she loved her mother.
Dakota wordlessly rummaged through her mother's jewelry box for one thing in particular, a necklace.
It was a family heirloom, given to the women of the family once they turned 16.
She knew it was incredibly important to her mother, so once she found it she slipped it over her head.
It was a tear shaped ruby on a silver chain.
It was small, yet beautiful.
Her mother loved this necklace and had wore in her wedding picture, though most pictures of that occasion were throw out or hidden.
Dakota only hoped she could protect it and keep it from harm until she was able to give it to her own daughter.
She knew the chances of her falling in love were very low.
It's not that she wasn't pretty, she had inherited her looks from her mother, who was considered extremely beautiful.
Dakota was also very well developed for her age and very mature for a teen.
Dakota didn't believe in love. Her father had claimed to love her mother, and yet he had still left them.
Her mother had to work two jobs just to support them, and even when Dakota had offered her the money from her job she refused to except it, telling her that she earned it and to save it.
Dakota pulled one of her mother's silk night gowns from where it was hanging in her mother's closet.
She quickly changed from her school clothes to the silk night gown.
It hung off her small frame, a few sizes too big, but it still looked lovely on her.
It had been her mother's favorite.
Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
She wrapped her arms tightly around her torso, shaking slightly.
She crawled into her mother's large bed before falling unconscious for the first time in weeks.
Being an insomniac, sleep was hard to come by.
She was grateful to escape the world ever just for a bit.
Though her dreams were anything but pleasant.
I meant no offense towards Foster Children, this was just her opinion of Foster homes.