NOTE: I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE OR ITS CHARACTERS IN ANY WAY!I only own the people not known in Death Note! -aka: 88 Iracagi-
Enjoy -I hope-
That One Wammy
Chapter 1-Run
Run...
Run away...
Get out of here...
Run...
Don't stop...
Don't look back...
Don't remember...
The truth will hurt...
So run away...
"Why am I running? Why do I feel so afraid? Why... Why am I crying?" The small child thought as it continued to scurry about the town of Winchester, England. Lost and confused, the kid kept on running away for no reason because it can not remember why. The sky seemed to take pity over the weakling as it continued to wander endlessly in search for a place to hide as the sky pelted the child with rain. After what seemed to be ages, the kid stumbled upon a large house that appeared to be an orphanage. Desperate, the child climbed over the towering fence and knocked on the door franticly. Slowly... Very slowly... The tall door began to open. Saved from fear, the pitiful child fell to the ground and passed out.
-What Is It?-
"What happened?"
"Who is that child?"
"Poor thing... It's hurt..."
Immediately waking up, the child is covered in soft white sheets on a warm comfy bed. Sitting up, the kid looked around only to see an old, skinny-faced man and a young, beautiful nurse.
"I see that you have woken up," The man said. "Are you oka-" Before he could finish his sentence, the child leaped out of the cozy bed and dashed towards the door on all fours. 'Where am I?' The child thought.
Stopping for a brief second, the scared child darted it's head around to see where it was. In a hallway. Looking back, it could see the old man running towards the kid. Or shall I say it in the kid's eyes, charging up towards it in order to capture and make a kill. With cheetah like speed, the child ran until it accidentaly bumped into a tall, dark figure. Glancing up at the mysterious figure, he was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with baggy blue jeans. He had messy raven hair and really pale skin. His eyes had deep dark bags under them, as if he hadn't slept in years. Gulping in fear, the child didn't dare move as the man looked down at the child with onyx orbs.
"Hello there," The scary looking man said, "Who are you?" Shivering, the child paused to think but realized, it didn't know who or what he or she was. Wonderful. Slowly, the skinny-faced man from before caught up to the child, panting as if he just ran the mile. "Master L, I apologize for this girl's inappropriate intrusion." The man said in between pants.
"It is okay, Roger. My only question is, who is this child before me? I have never seen her face before. If I did, I surely would have remembered her unusual deformity."
'Deformality? What the hell is this guy talking about?' Thought the child. At her right, the small girl saw a mirror and was intrigued by herappearance. She was wearing a black cloak with a hood and had very messy hair similar to the dark man in front of her but much longer. Not only that, she had the same BAGS under her eyes! What was more interesting was that she had slender, black fox-like ears protruding out of the side of her head facing downwards; large black dragon like wings with black nails coming out of the 'fingers' and ten scaly, smooth, and slender tails coming from her backside. Leaning closer to the mirror, she examined her face. Dark brown eyes stared in wonder. Sickly pail skin convered her face that made her look pitiful. Kinda like the man that was known as 'L'. Though, overall, her appearance looked very depressing. Especially when her long bangs that were parted towards the right covered her eyes. The child looks like a small version of the Grim Reaper.
A hand fell to her shoulder. She immediately stiffened at the touch. Shyly peering behind her, the man known as 'L' looked deep into her eyes and asked her a question he once said a while ago. "Who are you?"
'Who am I?' She thought. Not knowing how to answer, a distorted voice said, "You're name is 88 Iracagi," Jumping up a bit, she peered over the mirror and saw a horrifying white figure. He looked like an older version of herself but with dark, black eyes with golden disk in-cased within.
"Did 'cha hear me? You're name is 88 Iracagi," Still very scared, the so called child named '88' squeaked and hid behind the man named L.
"Is there something the matter?" The man asked in a dull, monotoned voice. Shaking her head no, L asked once again who she was. In a very quite and timid voice, the small, strange child said, "I am... 88 Iracagi"