Roger was on vacation. Well, at least kind of. That's what he told himself. The truth, however, was different. He was in charge of the Wammy's house and people realised he was getting old. Roger started forgetting things. For example, organising lunch for the children.. Even splendid minds didn't work without nutrition. The staff felt "concerned" about Roger's health and offered him to take some days off, but Roger wouldn't listen. When he began to sleep on his desk during work, they forced him into going on holiday.

Roger had to admit that it could be very nice without these annoying children around. They kept causing trouble. Genius or not, children liked to attract "attention". They tried to get it in any way possible. Sometimes it meant disturbing Roger's sleep or breaking something, like his favorite pen, for example. But he also loved his work. He felt lonely and he missed his paperwork. He didn't want to stay at this beach in Malibu, although it was lovely. Roger felt a little concerned because he didn't know where all the money for his holiday was coming from. Maybe donations? The old man didn't want to know. He knew, it couldn't have been paid with his salary. Some things better stayed a secret, he thought.

He decided to return home. He couldn't stand the cocktails anymore. They made him sick and he missed gaming sessions with the kids. Although they always beat him. They outsmarted him, whenever they could. Arrogant and smug little brats, but Roger had grown fond of them.

So he packed his stuff and called a cab.

The cabdriver was genuinely confused. What was this old man doing here? He looked like an english professor, who had hopelessly gotten lost in America. He wore a thick coat and a scarf around his neck, although it was summer. His first impression was that he was a confused and tired englishman who had somehow lost his tourist group. He decided to offer help.

" Ahm, sir, can I somehow help you?" He took off his cap to appear more friendly.

" Yes, of course. Could you please drive me to the airport?" Roger wouldn't have thought that the cabdriver would be so friendly. He had expected him to be rather rude. Maybe a bored " Where?" as a question. Finally, someone was taking him serious!

The cabdriver felt satisfied. This man appeared to be senile, but had actually a plan. Probably just a weird tourist, he decided. He felt a little concerned, but he would fly home now, to England or wherever he came from. The cabdriver just hoped, that this old man was in good hands. Sometimes, he felt responsible for troubled people. He often heard sad stories. It was a part of his job, that people, who entered his car started talking to him about their problems. He listened and just answered with either "Yes" or "No". This way he could concentrate on the streets and get a nice tip, without crashing into a tree. As a result, his customers were often slightly annoyed and tried to let him know by lowering the tip or just leaving it away. If they were dumb ( or too busy crying), they thanked him for his sympathy and rewarded him with extra money, which he gladly accepted. He just believed in his own notion of "help" and was satisfied with it.

" Do all people in England wear coats during summertime?"

" Excuse me, but how do you know I live in England? I never said anything about that."

" It's not difficult to tell. Nevermind." He mentally added a few things, but thought it better not to piss off his first customer on this day.

Roger didn't respond

He left the cab with a bad feeling bothering him. The cabdriver had smiled such a knowing smile at him. Watari had once told him that he leaked secret information even when he didn't speak and just innocently walked. Maybe Roger had just witnessed the phenomen described by the famous inventor. He made a mental note to remember that geniuses often were quirky and said weird things, but were also often right.

Roger savely arrived at the airport in London. He felt like staying a little bit in London. For a day or a couple of days. From time to time, he tended to be spontaneous. Perhaps he needed to prove to himself that he wasn't as old as people wanted him to believe. He could take a nice walk, drink something or visit old girlfriends, the ones, who hadn't yet passed away.

He descended from his plane and tried to get past the masses of people gathering there. The old man walked a little bit. It was a sunny day, and he thought it would do him good to walk to the closest hotel. It was a nice five star hotel, one which L himself had sometimes used, before the Kira case. Roger was sad that L was dead. Now another poor child had to replace him and catch criminals. And nobody was supposed to know about that. "L" would always be in terrible danger. He was worried about Near. Mello and Matt were already dead The prime subject had also suffered a terrible death, it had really been the original "Kira". It was so sad. And he…the old man, was still alive….. He knew many people thought that was sad, too. The children who didn't get their lunch, for instance.

But then something interrupted his thoughts. Roger saw a small child, next to his mother, quietly walking past him. That alone wouldn't have caught his attention…But it had black, dishevelled hair that stuck out in all directions. It was a splitting image of L, when he had been in kindergarten. It even had small bangs under his eyes. He couldn't believe his eyes. This couldn't be a coincidence. And Roger was curious.

He followed them, in a way, which he hoped wouldn't attract attention. At least, he thought because it took the L twin only two minutes to realise he was chasing them and another two minutes to report it to his mother.

" Momma, I think this weird man with the unusual clothes has been following us for about 4 minutes and 23 seconds." He threw a disgusted look at Roger, who looked extremely like someone caught in the act.

" Boy, how many times must I tell you not to speak like this? Behave your age and stop imagining things. He's probably just confused." The woman grabbed the little child's hand and turned into an entirely different direction.

Ahah, Roger thought. She seemed to listen to him, but didn' like to admit it in front of the boy. She also seemed unaware of the fact, that he could very well hear them. He felt slightly insulted.

He continued to follow them. Fine, if they called him a fool, he would act like one. L twin watched him with suspicious eyes and raised brows. Roger realised, the kiddo had eyebrows. L hadn't had eyebrows…He wouldn't be surprised, if the child lost them somehow. The old housekeeper started getting really curious. If this child was, by chance, anyhow related to L, he had to make sure, it was well educated. The behaviour would definitely match. The looks, too. There was only one person in the world, who would look this way.

Still, some doubts stole their way inside of his head. Maybe, he was more insane, than he could process. He was follwing little children around. Like a sick pervert. Just because they ressembled someone he knew.

They stopped at a kindergarten. The mother kissed the boy goodbye, and went her way, not without glancing in Roger's direction. But he had, wisely, hidden behind a bush. Clever old man, he thought. He liked to give credit to himself.

He stopped at the gate and watched the children play. If only he could look more like Watari. Professionel, less suspicious. A man, who knew, what he was talking about. Unfortunenately, Watari was dead and said things were not the fact, a lot of people were dead, lately.

After observing a bit and acting like a nice old grandpa, as the women, who took care of the children, approached him, which only raised their suspicion, he returned to the Wammy's house. Finally some paperwork. If this child was as gifted, as Roger suspected him to be, it would get very interesting and he could be educated at Wammy's. There was only one problem. He had forgotten to get to know the name of the child.

So Roger went back to the place and met with the mother of the child. At first, she was not too pleased to see the old man again, whom she suspected to be a weird kind of stalker. Or even a pervert. But Roger finally managed to appear like a serious person and explained everything to her. He'd like to test the child.

As the woman wanted to know, why he had chosen her child just by looking at him, he was out of answers. So he truthfully answered that the child held an astonishing resemblance to someone he greatly respected. He finally convinced her by offering a large sum of money. Donations, once again.

He was invited into their house and discussed the boy's future in the living room. He explained, what Wammy's house could offer to gifted children and how his living conditions would be. The mother soon sensed her chance of earning a big fortune and considered giving it a try. Not without conditions, of course. If her young child went to this house for a time, she wanted to be able to call him and know what exactly he was doing. Various contracts had to be signed.

"Rin is in his room,upstairs. If he refuses, I won't force him into doing anything he doesn't truly want.", she said.

" So Rin it is. An interesting name." He nodded. If this child was like L, he would join them, no matter how old he was.

The strange man he had seen days before now entered the room. The boy was not afraid of him, he somehow sensed this man hadn't come to cause him harm. He knew, that the people, who looked most dangerous were usually harmless. Just like dogs. They barked, but didn't bite. He wondered if this man would bark at him.

"Rin", he said, " I believe you are a very intelligent boy. I'd like you to live in our premises for some weeks. You will surely like it, we have a huge library and you can obtain a lot of knowledge there. If you like, I will escort you there." He shrugged and looked at the boy in anticipation.. He really hoped, he could convince him.

Rin dropped his head and put his thumb to his lips. He wanted to learn, desperately. He was striving to be better, to become someone someday. Although he was only five years old, he could read and he behaved, as if he was very mature for his age. That even frightened his mother sometimes. Besides, he would get to know others. People just like him.

" Are there others like me? I won't be alone?" He asked, staring up at the old grandpa.

" Of course." Roger smiled. He had won a new student for the Wammy's house.

Rin was a little anxious. He would leave his mother for the first time in his entire life. It was not far away and he could write letters. But still, his mother was his only family left to him. Rin loved her very much. He felt a little like he was abandoning her. Who would make her dinner now that he would go? Who would tell her not to sign the papers which suspiciously looking people offered her from time to time?

When Rin left for Winchester, where The Wammy's house was located, neither of them cried.

" Goodbye, Rin", she said. " I always knew something like this would happen. You are a very special child. I will visit you, soon. When there is a problem, you call me, immediately. Understood?"

" Yes, Mommy. I will miss you…." Rin looked at her with big puppy eyes.

His mother smiled and waved as they drove away. In her mind she was counting the money that she would soon receive.

Still, she would be missing him. Terribly.

Rin was looking forward to seeing the Wammy's House. Something special was bound to happen. He just had a gut feeling about that.

A/N:

My second fanfic and my first try at being funny. Did I succeed? Please tell me whether this is a good start or not. Light will soon appear, don't worry!

By the way, all the famous Death Note characters we grew attached to will be revived in this fic. I hated it that they all had to die :(

I heard that "Rin" is japanese and means rebirth, so that's why I chose this name in particular, though I'm not sure about it.