Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, just the o.c.'s. If I did, Matt, Mello and L would still be alive.

Note: I used the idea of having chapters in different points of view from Add, Subtract, Unite and Conquer. I highly request it for any and all readers. Lines represent the changes in characters views.

Chapter 1: Wild and Free

"Daddy, look. I don't want to be here. Why did we have to move all the way from Mum's house in Japan to Winchester England?" I asked as we pulled up in my father's car to the new house. I was tall, roughly 5'6", long black hair, grey eyes, and wearing a black tank-top underneath a cream coloured coat and a black skirt. I was even wearing high heeled boots. My father, Kaoru Hayashi, shook his head and sighed as he got out of the car.
"Jessica, sweetheart, you're a teenager. I understand you had friends in Japan. A lot in fact. But since your mother died, I thought it was best that we moved back to my homeland. It surely feels good being home." He replied closing the door of the old Chevrolet. I stayed put inside.

"I want to go home." I replied, sulking as I stayed put. We had moved from my homeland in the Kansai region of Japan. I hated this move. Mother was intent on staying in Japan, thus why I was born and raised there, that is, until her untimely death a few weeks ago. She died of a stroke.

I walked down the street, looking for the same landmarks I had passed earlier when the sun was up. Jeez, everything looked so similar. I couldn't tell what was what. Nor could I tell where I was heading. I just hoped I was getting close to my new home here in Winchester England. My English was pretty good, I could speak fluent enough in it. After walking several blocks, I gave up and went into a corner shoppe hoping I could ask the clerk for directions back to 647 Drake Lane. When I did, the shoppe clerk gave me a bizarre look, saying he had never heard of it. Apparently, I had managed to walk into the town next to where I was destined to spend two years with my father. As I left and rounded the corner, I heard a group of men, probably drunk, cat-calling me. I ignored them and turned the corner. They followed me. Getting home would have to wait. First I wanted to get myself rid of the negative attention I was attracting. As I rounded the corner, I saw three more men, waiting for me. I stopped.

As I got out of the car and started to pack stuff away, my father asked me to help him. I did, but not after arguing more over the move. I had called him a horrid father who didn't care about my opinion. He just told me to go to my new room. I didn't. I stormed out the door and quickly down the block, not caring where I was going as long as I was as far away from my father as I could get on foot.

"Where ya going, pretty? Wouldn't ya like to get a pint?" One of the men behind me shouted. I turned only to count how many there were. Six, I couldn't handle six. Three, yes. Any more and I was out of luck. I couldn't run, my boots made sure of that and I couldn't even call for help. The street was deserted and my cell phone was with my father. How I regretted running off in a place I don't even know. I raised my fists, getting ready to lose this fight.

I was coming around the block on my new Yamaha motorcycle. It felt good to be free and away from the curious eyes of Near and Roger. Matt was right behind me in his 1967 Chevrolet Chevelle SS 396. He was more focused on the road than his surroundings. I caught sight immediately of a teenage girl around our age trying to fight off a group of guys I knew to be drunk. There was six of them and only one of her. But she had managed to use a can of mace on two of them and simultaneously fight the other four. She was losing and by the looks of this, she wouldn't be able to fight much longer. I couldn't help but swerve, Matt following behind me. He got out of his car right as I was walking up to the scene.

"What's going on here?" I asked, even though I already knew the situation. The men who were fighting turned my way, distracted. They had her by the arms now. She bit one and kicked the other where the sun doesn't shine. He fell over in pain. Matt took on the one she had bit. I grabbed the other who was backing up.

"Don't worry, Princess. We got your back." Matt said after making his opponent collapse. He smirked at her stunned face before watching the punks take off running down the block. I smirked too.

"So, what's a pretty thing like you wandering around Hampshire at a time like this? Isn't Daddy going to get worried?" I asked, taunting her.

"Who cares what that traitor of a father feels? As for what I'm doing here, well, that's none of your business, now is it?" Her voice was high and soprano. Her face returned my smirk, which had fallen after Matt had made a remark that made me want to thrash him.

"Wow, Mels. You gonna take that from Princess over there?" He taunted, taking out his Nintendo DSi and turning it on. I knew what he was doing already. He was taking a pic of Princess and matching her face to a world renowned search of missing peoples. He shook his head at me.

"So, why are you in Hampshire anyway, Princess? Didn't mummy ever tell you not to come through these parts at this hour?" I asked, being at bit nicer about it.

"Mummy was the reason one didn't hang around here this late." She said smirking, her eyes giving me a crafty look. This obviously wasn't her first time dealing with this kind of thing. "As for why I'm here, my old man and I had an argument. I walked out and got lost." That's when I noticed her Asian accent. She was either Chinese or Japanese. Maybe Korean.

"Maybe we can give you a lift home, Jessica." Matt said, glancing my way. It was his way of saying he got a match on her face structure.

"How did you-" She started, her gray eyes getting wide.

"Matt's a hacker, you see. He hacked in to a world renowned program cops use when they take school photos. He used his DSi to snap a pic and matched it." I explained.

"Couldn't have put it better myself, Mello." He said to me before addressing the girl. "So about that ride..."

"I think I'll pass. My heart just wouldn't be in it, you know?" Her eyes looked at me with a sad look in them. "Haven't got one."
"Not since your mother's death, have you?" Matt inquired, looking at her with understanding. "I'm sorry for your loss. It says in your file you were with her the second she passed over."

"That's right. Mother's last wish was one I dare not forget. I'd rather not say. It was very...morbid." Jessica replied glancing at me.

I smirked back at her. "Well, are we just going to stand here talking, or get you home?" I went and got back on my motorcycle. "Get on."

I frowned at the blond teen wearing leather clothing, Mello as his friend Matt had called him. A motorcycle? No way I was ever getting on that. I could feel the promise ring my mother gave to me after I promised her I would never drive a motorcycle, as well as my purity ring my father made me wear.

"I don't think I should accept-" I was cut off by the redheaded goggled teen grabbing my arm and force me over to the motorcycle. I hadn't noticed it before, but the boy smelled like my grandfather's pipe.
"Get on." Matt said, his voice harsher than that of Mello's. I cringed slightly, nervous he'd hit me. I hated getting hit. It took me only a millisecond to get on. Only thing was, there was no seat belt.

"Um, where's the seat belt?" I asked. Both boys looked at me and laughed like there was some kind of untold joke.
"I'm your seat belt, Princess. Now, just hold on tight and we'll be at..." Mello paused, glancing at me. I gave him a bizarre look until I realized he wanted my address.

"Oh! 647 Drake Lane." I replied, flushing a light shade of red. Both boys looked at each other again, this time with surprise. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, It's just that-" Matt started before looking to Mello.

"We live in the orphanage right down the block from you." He finished. His voice sounded amused. I didn't like the sound of it. I'd have to stay out of sight around the house.

"Oh. I see." Was all I had to say about that. My arms automatically fastened themselves to Mello's chest, petrified of letting go and falling off even though we hadn't even taken off yet. I heard Matt walk back towards the red car parked a few yards away from us. The door opened and shut and the engine came to life, roaring loudly. I jumped when the motorcycle's engine started too. I heard Mello snicker at the sound.

"Hold on tight and get your feet on the bars. You'll feel much more comfortable that way." I listened to the blonde's instructions. My grip tightened and I could feel how his chest felt through the leather. He was muscular and thin. "Good. Now, keep that grip and you'll be just fine." I clung to him the whole ride home. I did not like it, even in the slightest bit.