I sat at my desk, flashes, memories invading my mind in short white bursts of blinding pain. My heart pounding rapidly in my chest as I stared at the white ceiling of the room I had been placed in. A cool breeze from the air conditioning unit blew gently into my face.
Where was the man I saw in my head?
Where was L?
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Quickly, faster, I padded through the halls of the orphanage. Red hair flying around my pale face in a frenzy as I raced to see what had happened. My mind racing faster than ever before, planning one hundred different scenarios all at once; all of which did not end well for me or the boy I was entrusted to protect.
I could feel my breathe escaping my lips in painful gasps, quick and labored. I knew in that moment that I was not meant to do any kind of physical labor, but my pondering was put on hold when I saw three teenagers that were part of the upper class surrounding my young charge.
"Look at what we have here boys." The tall brunette said as he circled the young boy as if he were prey.
"Yeah, Mr. Thinks he's better than us, eh Dark?"
"Yeah, I do think so, what about you Jay?" The brunette asked the quiet raven haired teen, his eyes were closed as if pondering something.
I took this time to interrupt them, "Hey, why don't you three Neanderthals go bully someone else?" My arms crossed in front of my chest as I stared at all of them, my crystal blue eyes never wavering.
They all turned, except the raven, to see who it was speaking to them in such a condescending tone.
"And I thought better of you all." I said as I stalked forward, bending down to the crouching figure that was shaking in the center of the group.
"Sparrow." Jay said, finally opening his eyes. Black, just like the hair that rested in a ponytail at the base of his head.
"Jay, what the hell is this about?" I asked as the boy pushed away from me, falling onto his butt as he did so. Trying to scoot far away from my touch.
"Hey, I won't hurt you. Just let my see if they hurt you at all." I spoke gently, knowing that the messy haired boy was still experiencing the fresh pain of losing his family. I understood that, more so than I would like to admit.
"Don't touch me." He said quietly. I smiled slightly and nodded, knowing that his large grey eyes where staring straight at me.
"Jay, explain yourself. Now."
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My head pounded as I turned my eyes up to the small window that was on the thick white door in my room. The same dark figure stood there at the same time as every other day. My eyes only stayed open for a moment before they fluttered closed.
I had just got done moving from on asylum to the next. I was always moving. Why was I always moving?
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This is, in fact, my first deathnote attempt. So try to bare with me. I will take any suggestions you have about how to make L's character more spot on. And not to worry, this was just an intro, all the other chapters will be longer than this. And if I may, please review. It doesn't take more than a second, and it is the only way I shall improve.