England, 10 years ago,
Watari stood in his old friend's office, holding the hand of a nervous, slightly confused, eight year old. Roger glared down at the small girl, making her cower into Watari even more.
"It says here you trained at a circus school for quite some time." Roger stated, looking at the girl's file on the computer.
"Y-yes sir, since I was three," the girl started back, looking up at Watari for reassurance, the elderly man smiled back at her encouragingly.
The girl watched as Roger typed something on the computer before turning to Watari, completely ignoring the girl's existence.
"Her parents died in a house fire?" he asked, the girl whimpered. Watari nodded, frowning slightly as he squeezed the girl's hand and ruffled her dark brown hair.
"Yes that is correct," the elder of the two men nodded.
L, who stood just outside the door, frowned at Roger's indelicacy. Even L new enough about social skills to not mention a person's parent's death in front of the person. Still, L stayed quiet, listening in.
"So, she passed the test?" Roger asked.
Watari nodded once again, "Yes, her results were some of the highest we've ever had."
"Good," Roger replied absentmindedly as he began to type again.
"Alright," Roger said, turning to the young, frightened girl. "From this moment on you will be known as Sparrow and there shall be no record you ever existed. Understood?"
"Y-yes sir," the girl, Sparrow, stuttered out.
L turned and walked away, 'time to go,' he thought as he turned the corner.
"Come on little one," Watari said gently, ushering the girl out of the office. "Let's go meet the other children shall we?"
Watari led Sparrow through an array of corridors and corners, down a flight of stairs and past the lobby into what looked like a play room. Sparrow looked around inquisitively. There couldn't have been more then fifteen children there.
"You go play while I set up your room," Watari said, smiling down at her, giving her hand one last squeeze before letting her go and turning around and walking back the way they came.
Sparrow looked around once more, feeling lost and vulnerable. Biting back her building fear, Sparrow walked further into the room studying a girl to her right, playing chess with a boy with bright red hair.
She wasn't looking where she was going, and she had picked up speed, heading to the far right corner of the room.
CRASH!
"Ah!" Sparrow cried, looking up at who she had run into. Standing there looking down at her was a boy about her age with messy brown hair and blue eyes.
"S-sorry," she whispered looking up at the boy again. The boy leaned down and helped her up.
"Don't worry about it," the boy replied. "I'm Damian by the way." He extended his hand as if to shake her hand.
"I'm Sparrow," she said, taking his outstretched hand. Damian raised her hand to his face and planted a large wet kiss on the back of her hand. Sparrow squeaked and quickly snatched her hand back blushing bright red. Damian also blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"S-sorry," he stuttered, "It's just, my parent's used to always tell me you had to kiss a Lady's hand when you meet her."
"O-oh," Sparrow said, looking at her feet.
L smiled slightly as he watched the two younger children interact. The tension in the air around them was almost funny. L studied the new edition to the orphanage intently before working over to them.
"Hello," he said, looking down at the girl. "I am L."
Sparrow looked up at him, slightly scared. "I'm Sparrow," she said, surprised at herself. She was sure she was going to stutter again. L brought his thumb up to his mouth gnawing on it slightly. She had a slight accent he couldn't quite place. L then turned his head sharply towards Damian. The younger boy flinched as L's penetrating gaze landed on him.
"Hello Damian," L said politely.
"H-hi L," Damian murmured back.
Japan the present,
L stared blankly at the computer screen in front of him. They had already established the fact that Kira was a student, and that was slightly bothersome. He had already talked with the president of the United States about sending reinforcements to investigate the Japanese police agents working on the Kira case, but what to do in the meantime?
He needed a small elite team, someone good at infiltration and someone realistic, making sure they don't get themselves killed.
"Watari," he said, summoning the elderly man.
"Yes Ryuuzaki?" Watari replied.
"It seems I was mistaken, I think they may be necessary after all," was all he said.
"Shall I call them in?"
"Please call Damien in as soon as possible, though I think I should wait till tomorrow to call in Sparrow," he said.
"As you wish," Watari replied, exiting the ill lighten room.
L remained staring blankly at the screen, his mind wandering to various memories of the to aforementioned people.
Realistic, clever Damien.
And beautiful, witty Sparrow.
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