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Sirius Lee Brilliant

A/N: Oh, Carlisle!! I typed over half the chapter, and then I was grounded! I feel so bad… I said I'd have up on Monday! I'm so, so, sorry! Tell me what you think…And I hope I got all the names right…

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Death Note was written by Tsugumi Ohba and the art was drawn by Taheshi Obata.

Chapter One

"Oi! Quill! You seen this?" I looked up when Roger dropped a newspaper on my desk. The article jumped out at me:

At around 4:30 AM yesterday, a young boy was found in critical condition.

The child, now residing in St. Charles Hospital Ward, refuses to speak with authorities,

and infirmary patrons will not subject any information to police until due time.

If any individuals have any information, please contact the hospital mentioned prior.

"Eh? Interesting, no?" Roger was looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Mmmm…" I stood and walked towards the door.

"Quill? Where you headin'?"

"Get you coat."

We looked up at the hospital through the rain

"The hospital? What are you up to, Quill?"

"I haven't a clue." I got out of the car and began towards St. Charles Hospital Ward, not checking to see if Roger was following. We reached the establishment, and I pulled open the door. Roger entered after giving me a look.

A nurse looked up as we approached the front desk. "How can I help you today, Sirs?" The woman said with a kind smile.

"Ma'am, I was wondering if, perhaps, we could visit the child reported in the paper. Please?" I added at her slightly stern look

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I don't think you should." She said in a firm tone. Then her voice softened. "The poor lads distraught! Won't let anyone near him. Doesn't eat, sleep or move. Nothing!"

"Eh? Well, Quill, I guess-"

"You see, I may know him…" I invented. "I'd have to see his face." I couldn't explain my desperation.

The patron looked at me skeptically.

"Sir, I really think you oughtn't, I jus-"

"Please." I let the emotion penetrate my voice.

The kind woman's face softened more.

"Well… I suppose so…" She pointed a finger at me suddenly. "You wheedler, you!"

I gave her my most charming smile and that wonderful woman sighed and came from behind the desk.

"Follow me," She said over her shoulder, already walking swiftly down the hall.

Roger was whispering in my ear, trying to keep up with our brisk pace. "Oi, Quill! Why you so interested in this kid? I mean, I know it's sad, 'n all, but really,-"

"Shh. Quiet, Roger." Roger made a face and fell behind.

"Ah. Here we are." The woman said, stopping in front of room 137. "Now, be careful. Like I said, he's a bit off." She added in a worried tone.

I nodded impatiently.

She eyed me, and then started back.

I reached out and push open the door to look inside.

I could feel my heart split in two.

A/N: Well there it is! I think I made roger say 'Eh' to much. He sounds Canadian…. Review!