Author:-pushed onto stage- But why HIM for the disclaimer?! There are so many other people BESIDES hi--
Producer: Just go with it!!!
Author:-groan- -fake smile- Hi everyone! Welcome to the first chapter of Memoirs of a Lost Soul! We have a lot of drama, suspense, romance, and humor lined up for you! But before we start, for legal reasons, we have to create a disclaimer. So here is.... Mr. Light Imagay here to help!
Light:-pushes the poor author- HELLO my dear SUBJECTS! Death Note does NOT belong to the author, psychojellybean3999 (Angie). She thanks Ohba and Obata senseis....blah blah blah. She does, though, own the Memoirs of a Lost Soul idea and her OC, Autumn. But who cares about that?! I'M HERE!!! LOVE ME!!!
Author:-pushes Light into Orchestra Pit- Enjoy!!
Prologue
Tears and the Sunrise
She couldn't move. She was forced to watch a boy, unrecognizable seeing as he was facing away into the gray rain. He looked about her age, five or six. The rain trickled down her forehead and around her tiny nose as her sapphire eyes watched the boy walk toward the dark shadow of a limousine. His wrist was encased in the wrinkled palm of an older man, seeming to be in his mid-fifties. An overwhelming sadness washed over her and tears were soon mixing with the raindrops running down her pale cheek. How could he forget to say good-bye to her?
"Ryuzaki!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Her eyes were closed tightly in rage and regret. The boy whipped around and his black hair ricocheted raindrops. His bangs almost covered his young, deep black eyes. The dark circles scrunched under his eyes as he tried to make out the figure calling so desperately.
"...Autumn...." he whispered at an inaudible level. He wriggled his tiny hand out of the man's grasp. Running towards her, she felt a little ray of hope, like warm sunshine, grasp her heart. He stopped a bit away from her so she could see him clearly in the rain. His poor posture added to the depression of the moment as he searched through his blue jeans pocket. he pulled out a little clip that had a black, gothic shaped "L" on it.
"You have to promise never to forget me. You have to." he told her as he put the clip in her hair. His big eyes began to tear as he hugged her tightly. "Then... Then you have to remember me!" she said. She couldn't find any other words to say. He grabbed her shoulders and extended his arms as if making a picture in his mind of her because he would have no room on his desktop, where he would be for the rest of his life. "Never forget. I promise." he dropped his hands into his jean pockets and turned into the rain. More tears poured as another man came out of the castle-like building behind her.
"Let's go.... Autumn...." the man said as Ryuzaki and the older man disappeared into the shadow. He put his hand on her shoulder and led her out of the rain, into the place that had kept her from the street and rain all her life. Wammy House.
"GWAGH!!!" a scream broke the dream's illusion as well as Autumn's sleeping trance. She looked around to find the source of the scream in a panic, whipping her auburn hair around while her neck worked tirelessly. Her sapphire eyes searched to realize it came from the hall outside her room. She got up in a flash, barefooted, and raced for the doorway as if her life depended on it.
She whipped the door open to find a blonde-haired boy lying on the floor grasping his skull. He was squirming in odd pain and moaning. His black pajamas were wrinkling over the hard wood. There was no blood, well, coming from him anyway. There were two other boys beside the little thirteen year-old. One had red hair that was covered in mechanic goggles. He was buried in his game, only looking up to glance at Autumn. He quickly immersed himself in imaginary guns and gore once done assessing the situation. A white haired boy, the obvious youngest, was in a funny sitting position next to the cringing blonde boy. "You shouldn't have picked a fight. Especially not with HIM." he said in a monotone voice.
"Mello! What're you doing on the floor?!" Autumn said in a groggy voice. "It's not my fault! B did it!" He was still cradling his head as if it were made of glass. "Mello's lying. He ran into B at full speed after he took my PSP." Matt said, not looking up from his blinking device. I glanced down to the opposite end of the hallway to look at the last boy. He had messy black hair and seemingly black eyes. He was also cackling manically, "Oh what fun!" he said, standing. He was roughly five foot ten and walked over to Autumn. Blood spilled out of his forehead. He pointed at his wound, gesturing toward a health office behind Autumn. He was still grinning creepily.
"Hunh? Oh. Uh.... Yeah. Go in there." Autumn said still very tired. B stepped inside, glancing once more at Mello before disappearing. She bent down to Mello to check for any gashes. If he had made B bleed, who knows what might have happened to him? "He's fine. I've already checked for lacerations and/ or a concussion." the white haired boy said, helping Mello to his feet. Autumn smiled at him, "Thank you, Near." of course she trusted the number one at Wammy's house.
Mello got up hastily and snatched Matt's game. "Nyahaha!" he cackled then ran for the window. He jumped out in a flash of yellow and black and was across the lawn in under a minute. Matt followed in an amazing game of "cat and mouse", his eyes burning with fury. Near simply walked for the stairs, twirling a lock of hair. She heard the door close quietly and reverently after Near.
Autumn stepped into the infirmary she called her office. Being the best in her field, it was only fit she became the head of medics for Wammy House. She found it as a perfect opportunity to pay Wammy for all he's done for her. Still in her pajamas, she reached for gauze and medical tape, having already assessed B's medical needs in a matter of seconds. She looked up at the seventeen year-old, who had already propped himself on her medical table. He wasn't smiling anymore, actually, he looked almost concerned. "You had THAT dream again, hm?" he asked nicely. Autumn unraveled the gauze while swiping B's long bangs to the side to get a clear view of the wound. "Yeah..." she responded, while swiping her own bangs out of her eyes. He began to smile again, but refused to look her in the eyes. Autumn and Roger were the only two besides L and Watari to know about B's Shinigami eyes. But Autumn was the only one able to see the crimson tinge it gave. "How long has it been since L left? Twenty years?" he asked. Well when he put it that way, it seemed really long ago. "Yeah. He and I were six at the time. So that should be about right." she responded as she wrapped the gash with gauze and tape.
He fixed his bangs so it covered the gauze. He thought it looked awesome and Rambo-ish. He chuckled at the thought of Rambo blowing a-million Vietnamese soldiers to infinity and beyond. Or were they Thai? He didn't care. He just liked the thought of flaming body parts raining terror on Wammy House. "Okay. You can go if you want." Autumn said, snapping B back to earth.
He looked around the room. It looked like the doctor's office, only syringes were left out in plain sight. He thought of the many funny things he could do with that. Autumn turned, "I'm going to change now. If you're staying, don't touch anything." and left the room.
B really liked Autumn. She was always nice to him and didn't SHOW she thought he was a psycho. She was smart and composed. He secretly thought she was really pretty, even if she had a visible scar which trailed down the side of her neck. It came from when she was still with her parents. They performed horrible experiments on her. It ended in their assassinations and her place in Wammy's. He wondered why she kept a little vial around her neck in their memory.
She reminded him of A, his roommate, who, a couple of months ago, committed suicide after she cracked under the pressure of being L's successor. He hated being able to see the countdown clock to her death, winding down. He's sure it's what drove him over the edge, being able to know when his roommate was going to die and not being able to alter a thing. He was a wreck and Autumn took him in with compassion to deal with his insensitivity. He owed everything to her. B trusted Autumn with his life.
Autumn walked back into the infirmary. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and clipped in the back with a gothic L. She kept it close to her everywhere she went. She didn't have any pictures of L as a precaution, only memories and this one little token of friendship. She was in a white tank top and orange sweater which was rolled to her elbows. Black jeans hung loose at her knees and covered black Converse shoes. She sighed as she placed her black rimmed glasses atop her nose. "Good Mor-" she began before B interrupted. "You miss L a lot. Everyone can see it. The last time he visited was five years ago. I know it hurts." he smiled. But not in a comforting way, it was menacing. "L's an asshole. You shouldn't need to worry about a freak like him." he said, letting her hear all the hate he had for L, the person who, he believed, killed his best friend. She looked at him in the 'look who's talking' way. He chuckled and got off the cold, metal medical table.
The intercom in her room clicked and flashed bright red as Roger asked for she, Mello, Matt, Near, and B to come to his office. She looked at B, assuming it was probably about the little predicament they had delt with a few minutes ago. "Let's go then." she told B, exhausted.
They walked down the cold hallway and through thousands of doors together until they reached Roger's office. It was open, surprisingly. Roger liked working undisturbed and out of the children's sight. He'd gotten his nickname, Warden, that way. Roger's pale face was rosy. It was crumpled in pain and sorrow.
Autumn was worried. She soon figured this had nothing to do with this morning's mishaps. She glanced at B who was four inches taller than she. He seemed to have caught the same clue. Near and Matt were both engrossed in their game and puzzle. Mello was impatiently tapping his foot. His cheek was swollen and turning blue, probably what came after giving Matt his game.
Roger looked up from his fists which were curled around themselves. He had stacks of paper towering over him, which added to his menacing look.
In tears, he looked up. His face was mangled in sadness. "L is dead"
