Disclaimer: Me own no Death note! But if me did, L would be off to merry land with candies and cakes.
L: YAY!
Me: I said "if" L. IF
L: Awww…
Good old England. The land covered in fog. The Great Britain. Kingdom of Queen Elizabeth.
Yes, there are many ways to address a country: the country's name, the ruler name, the main feature.
Any of those above would suffice.
Oh my, how tactless of me to hold a conversation without letting myself be known first.
Good day, dear readers. Pleasure to make you acquaintance. My name is Lamé, and no, it is not "Lame" as in a disability or an adjective refers to people who play games all day yet still stay 3rd in Wammy's rank. Please do not take offense dear Matt, I mean no insult.
Alas! My deepest apology! We are not here to listen to my rambling. Yes, dearest readers, now that I have introduced myself, I shall explain my presence here today. I am simply a story teller. I am neither the protagonist nor involved in this tale. My sole duty is to tell the story that I was lucky to hear from L himself on one of his "talk" with us kids at the orphanage.
Very well now, please situate yourselves my readers and without further ado, let the story begins….
It has been a long time since L the world's greatest detective return to Winchester. What is so special about the place, you ask? Well readers, this is classified information but for the purpose of this story, I suppose providing you with the basic knowledge before we go any further is a necessity. The Wammy's House, founded after World War II, is one of the several orphanages established by Qillsh Wammy where gifted children will stay and train for one goal and one goal only: to succeed the title of L. Now L has three potential successors: Near, or Nate Rivers; Matt, or Mail Jeevas; and old grumpy cranky Mello, a.k.a Mihael Keehl and aside from Matt, the other two of these successors battle to be the next to sit on the throne of the greatest mind: L. Lawlite himself. Though the fights are all way one-sided, it does not make struggle any less interesting. It was the clash of wits, of black and white, of words and actions, of emotion and ….not so emotional. All and all, it was my all-time entertainment in those boring days at Wammy. However intense those encounters are, the stopped on one day. That special day. The day L comes "home".
L didn't come back to Wammy simply to take a nap after one of his many cases that is if he does sleep at all. No, L is a man of work. Relaxing, in his dictionary, would probably mean cutting down on one third of the cases he was receiving. And this time, it was no exception. See, to understand this better, we must travel back to the time of two weeks before.
March 31st, cloudy with a hint of sunlight. Near was sitting inside his room, making what was supposed to be the most marvelous domino structure of the century. Yes readers, when I say "was", I mean "was". The domino pieces that resemble a house-size Eifel tower were knocked down mercilessly into the ground by none other than the notorious Mello. Though his duty was to inform Near of Roger's request, he would never let a chance to mess with his albino rival slip away. Never.
As Near remained in his awkward sitting position, his hand hovered in the space where said tower should have located motionlessly either because of the shock or the anger. Take your guess my friends; you can never know which emotion it is when it comes to this white-loving boy.
Come on, dimwit! Roger calls! – Mello snarled
Mello…- Near said, standing up from the floor – please refrain from insulting yourself as you, by far, has been placed after the "dimwit".
Alas! This is it! The legendary fights that I talked about. The script was clear. Mello insulted Near, Near talked back and bloody hell it's World War III.
You little piece of shit!-
Now, now Mels. There is no need for violence – Matt chimed in, easily defused the walking bomb named Mihael. Matt is a master of easing Mello. I always wonder if he knows that. The boy was definitely anti-social and game obsessing but when it comes to Mello, he certainly knows his strategy. Which is why Roger – the caretaker – roomed him with the almighty Keehl himself – Let's go Near! Wouldn't wanna make the old man wait now would we?
-Yes, that is true. We had better go now.
And with that the boys headed for Roger.
Roger Ruvie is a bald old man. Whether he is older than Wammy or not, is still a mystery to us all. He was the main means of communicating with L, and also the bringer of less interesting cases that L declined.
Three months before, he gave Near a case. As the top successors of L, it was only reasonable that Near got a chance to practice his deducting skill, so the boy take on cases after cases to perfect himself, to L-ized himself. Oh please rest assure, Mello and Matt got the same amount of cases as well, or in Mello situation, more as he was so determined to improve and beat Near at his own game, which is to me, by the way, sounds ridiculous. No one can beat Near in a game. He owned the game. Yes yes I know it just an expression, but expression-makers clearly have not thought of the existence of a Nate Rivers.
Now the case the Near had was a "find the missing people". Should be easy enough for a person who spent the majority of his spare time solving puzzles and playing "find the differences". However, L seems to disagree.
Upon seeing the boys, Roger told them about L's arrival. This caused chaos in house as waves of attention and affection, two things that L'd rather not experience, crashed into the poor detective without warning. The biggest wave of all? Mello. Did I forget to mention that Mello is a HUGE fan of L? Well, you know now readers. Mello is one step away from building an altar of the man. Pray to God that he would never do such things.
When the commotion died down, L requested a conversation with his successors.
Hello boys – He said
Hello L – Near answered
Hey man! – Matt greeted – Ouch! What chu do that for, Mello?!
Show some respect, Matt! – The blonde shout out, eyes glaring at the frowning gamer who was now rubbing his sore arm.
That is quite alright – L continued – I have gathered you here today to tell you that I would be taking on Near's case.
And at that, as if on cue, the three boys chorused a loud "What". Yes, even Near. Offended? Surprised? Happy? Like I said, it's impossible to tell with Near.
There has been a report this morning that the first missing person in the case was found dead in the wood – L elaborated, chewing on his thumb as usual. He moved himself onto the armchair and proceed to settle himself comfortably in his weird sitting posture.
Dead you say? – the white hair boys muttered still playing with his chess piece – How?
As I suspected everyone, Mello took advantage of Near's words. He is observant, I'll give him that. With Near, who always say the perfect thing, Mello's gotta be very observant to cut in like this. Very observant indeed.
What do you mean how?! "Dead"! As in not breathing, body cold and going to be six feet under.
I am aware of that, Mello. What I am asking is the cause of her death – Near sighed.
Mary Martel. Female. Age 20. First victim of the missing case. Disappear on December 13th 2001. Dead.
She was beheaded – answered L.
As in chopped? – Matt thought aloud
Yes, Matt. As in "chopped". Though I have to say that is not all there is to the case. I would take on this case but I want you boys to assist me. You, Mello and Near will work together to help me with this case.
Allow me to tell you one thing readers. The only time when "Near and Mello" and "work together" stand in the same line is when there is a "never" located between them. By no means will leathery blondie cooperate with the sheep of Wammy. Mark my words, readers, no way!
Alright – Mello grunted.
What the…? Did you just hear that, readers? Mello agreed to work with Near. There has to be a conspiracy in here people. There has to be!
Then again…there is L and his great power of persuasion meaning "if you guys don't work together, you gonna get hell after this".
Very well – L stood up – We'll start after dinner.
Translation: You're wise to follow my order. Tonight we won't sleep! Case is on the way!
Days passed and more deaths came. Needless to say the Mello was pissed off. The amount of chocolate he took daily has just increased abnormally. There was a lead though. A lead that led the team stumped. At each crime scene there was a card, and by connecting the card, Near has figured out that the number on the card represented a single letter on the alphabet. And with that, they got a word.
Alice.
At this point Matt was pissed off. There are approximately thousands of Alices on this planet thus finding this "Alice" is finding a needle in a hay stack. Hell, it's even harder. He tried to narrow it down but the efforts were to no avail. The fact that L deduced that the name might be the next victim didn't help much.
And there it was. They are officially stumped. No clue. Nil. Nada.
L. There is a package here for you – Roger said entering the room where the detective currently reside. It was not a big room. It was not a room at all. There is only a chair, a table in a closed space. Purely for business intention.
Yes, thank you Roger.
L mumbled as he scurried his way towards the old man, hands glued in his baggy jeans pocket, eyes unmoving from the small, brown rectangular box.
Who is it from? – Near asked twirling a lock of silver white hair.
It's anonymous – L said flatly
Awwww we got a shy one in our hands
Drop it, you idiot! – Mello growled, throwing a pillow at his long time chumps so the guy would shut his cooing.
The two held their breath as L open the wrap gingerly with his thumb and index fingers.
A USB? – Near perked up from his toy tower
Yes my friends. A USB. Who would bloody send a USB wrapped inside a huge box? That is too wasteful. Never do that dear readers. Think about the receiver first. Would you like to take a box of gift so big just to realize that the inside of it is nothing but an advanced chip? Not in a million years.
My, my, it seems I have forgotten the Wammy detectives have I? My apology
Let's see what's inside then – Matt singsong, plugging the "chip" into his lap – Well, there's only one video.
Play it! – ordered Mello.
And with that, the Media Classic icon popped up showing a red heart on a pitch black background.
"Hello Hater, White and Cheshire. Pleasure to meet you. I am the Queen. Needless to say that you must have broken through my works and found the first clue. Good job, I'd say. Very good job"
Who are the people this dude is talking about? – the little gamer wondered
They are all character from Lewis's "Alice in Wonderland" – L said playing with his lower lip – however the video was clearly sent to us as the sender knows our aliases. Hm….
"As a reward, I welcome you to my Eden – the world of Alice in WoNderLand. As of now, Alice is missing and I am most concerned. Let's hold a contest then shall we? Let see who find the Alice first, Hater…or should I say L the great?"
Oh so L is the Hater – Matt nodded to himself as the last second of the video come to an end – Then who is White and Cheshire?
The white rabbit – Near whispered setting down the last piece of domino – that would be me. And Cheshire the Cat… that might be you, Matt.
So we're in a kid's story now? That explains the corpses. Off with their head eh? The Queen of Heart. That is one sick dude, man – the red hair gamer laughed nervously.
Whatever the circumstances, we have a lead now. This "Alice" – L crouched forward his three successors – we must find her…
Or him – said flatly the albino prodigy.
That's it people, R and R please!