A/N: I'm actually enjoying writing this one. Thank you those who reviews the "prologue". Here's the next chapter, enjoy~

I allowed my breathing to become normal, though my heart was still pounding in my chest. I could even hear it in my ears as I watched the man move even closer to me. I knew I should've kept an alias… I knew I should have never left… Why me, why me, why me? Thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to remain calm.

"You okay, Sarah?" Envy asked. Even though her voice was a little blank, I could detect some traces of concern. It was comforting to know someone was on my side, even if it's a rotting pile of bones.

Answering, however, would most likely get my sent to an mental asylum, as it would appear I'm talking to myself, so I didn't answer.

"Oh, right, you can't answer or else you'll look like you're talking to yourself." Envy went on when I didn't acknowledge her. "Don't worry, this human doesn't look too bad."

Too bad? I gulped as the man extended a hand towards me, which I refused to acknowledge. "Miss?" an old voice spoke, concern backing it. Even Kira could be an old man and considering the amount of people dying lately, I wasn't going to risk anything. So, I kept my mouth shut and pretended I was deaf as well as blind.

"…Are you okay? You're out in the rain; you could catch a cold." the voice continued, the concern growing. His hand was still held out in welcome in front of me, but I still refused. I noticed in the glowing color of the man's soul that he had frowned and withdrew his hand. "Can you hear me? I'm only trying to help you. It's late and children shouldn't be sitting out in the street."

"It is a bit abnormal…" Envy said thoughtfully, even though she was well aware I couldn't reply.

I sighed before bring my pale blue eyes up to the man. "My parents told me not to talk to strangers," I replied with a small smile, feigning ignorance.

"Where are your parents?" the man immediately asked. "You should be at home in bed."

"Good question. Heaven? Hell?" I murmured, looking up in faux concentration and tapping my chin thoughtfully "Perhaps the coroner's office at this point…"

"What are you rambling on about?" the annoying shinigami behind me questioned. Still, I couldn't answer, and she knew it.

"Oh, dear me. Are you implying that they have passed?" the man asked in a shocked tone.

I shrugged. "Dunno. I think Kira got 'em. I heard them fall, but I'm unaware of their health."

The man squinted down at me, searching my sightless eyes. I can pretend to make eye contact, but it would never work. My pupils are obviously blue instead of the normal black: a sure sign of blindness. "Are you blind?" He was being sincere, not a mocking question. Which is good, because I'm tired of having to go through awkward conversations when that question is used in a sarcastic way.

"Gee, isn't that the popular topic of the evening," I said sarcastically, rolling my soul-seeing eyes. "Yes, I am blind."

"You poor child," the man pitied as he observed me. "Why don't you come with me? I'm Roger, and I run an orphanage near here. We can give you food, shelter, warm clothes-"

"No thanks," I interrupted flatly, hugging my knees as I looked up at him. My hair was plastered against my face and my clothes were uncomfortably soaked, but there's no way I'm going to an orphanage.

"Miss, if you don't I'll have to call social services. They won't be as kind as I am," Roger told me in a persuading tone.

"I'm fine on my own," I said defiantly, jutting out my chin in arrogance.

"You have no money, no house, no parents- no sight for that matter. Yet you want to say you're fine on your own?"

Now's not the time Envy… I growled in my head, giving the purple figure behind me a sharp glance.

"Most teenagers have the tendency to think they're bulletproof until they're faced with the real world," Roger pointed out gently. "It's tough, don't give up your childhood yet."

"I don't care," I replied blankly. "I'll do just fine. I don't need to go to an orphanage."

Roger looked down at me thoughtfully. He seemed thoroughly frustrated, but wasn't set on debating with me. Which is good, because I wasn't planning on arguing all night. "Well… I suppose there isn't anything I can do to change your mind. But will you at least allow me to give you a spare change of clothes? Yours are soaked; it can't be comfortable."

It's true. My drenched jeans were rubbing against my skin and causing irritation, which would probably lead to a rash. The soaked clothes are also causing me to shiver involuntarily at the cold, my teeth chattering as I opened my mouth to speak. "I supp-pose there isn't anything wrong with t-that."

Roger smiled warmly. "See? Now, let's get you in some warm clothes before you catch a cold. Then we can send you on your way, hm?"

"S-sure…" I stuttered again, rising from my huddle position at the ground. My arms instantly grasped onto each other in an attempt to conserve my body heat.

"Shinigami don't feel things like hot and cold," Envy said out of no where as she observed me. "The temperature is always neutral no matter where I go."

Envy, you sure are a chatterbox, aren't you? I thought irritably as I began to take lazy, dragged steps after Roger. I could feel her following behind me as Roger led me to a old-fashioned black car. She's going to follow me around? Doesn't she have anything better to do? Having a shinigami following me twenty four-seven doesn't sound like fun. I gave the skeletal figure of the shinigami a quick glare before turning back to Roger. He opened the door to the back seat, revealing beige, leather seats. Not that I could see them, of course. Cars don't have souls.

Roger gently grasped my arm and guided me into the back seat. I felt embarrassed at needing the assistance, but allowed it anyway. I'm taking handouts from an orphanage, how much worse could it get? Envy walked through the car to take a seat beside me in the back. She had the death note I was holding earlier in her grasp. Seeing it reminded me of something I was thinking of earlier. Death note… What had she meant by that? A notebook of death?

Envy must have caught me staring because she spoke again, "You chose your special vision. You can't have the death note."

Why would I want to own something called a death note? I argued in my mind as Roger climbed into the driver's seat. He started the car and fixed the rearview mirror, making eye contact with me. Sort of. "The orphanage is down the street. Why don't you just spend tonight with us? You can leave soon after, but you're welcome as long as you like."

"Yeah, sure, whatever…" I muttered, my soaked raven locks clinging the side of my face. I peeled them off before wringing them in my hands, squeezing out a few drops of water which fell onto what I assumed the seat.

"You're going to have a cold in the morning," Roger mumbled as I continued to shiver under my seatbelt. "We'll get you a warm bowl of soup when we get there as well as some cold medicine."

Ironically, right after he finished speaking I let out a small sneeze. "Ugh…" I muttered, sniffing loudly.

"Right on cue," Envy chuckled. "Need a tissue?"

God this shinigami is irritating… I thought and sniffed again, giving her another sharp glance.

I heard shuffling and saw Roger messing around with something in the front. I can't see exactly what he was reaching for since everything besides him and Envy was black, but I was grateful when he handed a piece of soft, tissue paper to me. "Here's a tissue, like I said before we'll get you some cold medicine when we arrive."

I sniffed again and nodded weakly as I accepted the soft tissue. I brought it up to my nose and blew loudly, dislodging some of the mucus that was running in my nose.

"I'm glad shinigami can't get sick. That looks disgusting," Envy commented as she observed my tissue in my grasp.

"Shut up Envy," I hissed quietly under my breath, my patience long gone.

"We're talking now? Be careful, you'll look like you're taking to yourself. Hehn hehn hehn…" her rough voice teased me and seemed even more eager to talk than before. My own mistake.

"Envy? What was that?" Roger questioned from the front.

He heard? Again, my own mistake. "Ah… It's nothing. I just said I was envious that you have such a nice car. Or, at least it feels nice. I mean…"

"Thank you," Roger interrupted, laughing lightheartedly. "Do you mind if I ask you for your name?"

Name? Nope, not a chance. I don't like dying. I thought immediately.

After a period of silence, Roger spoke again, "Scared of Kira? Smart move, not giving your name out freely. That's fine, an alias will work. I'd just like to know a title I can address you with."

"Call me Sight," I muttered almost inaudibly. I heard Envy cackling softly, which I ignored. "After something I don't have."

"Interesting…" Roger said thoughtfully. "Sight it is then. Many children at the orphanage we're going to go by aliases, so you aren't alone."

Really now? I felt the car moving forward down the streets of Winchester, bumping slightly as we ran over the occasional pebble or stick. Roger tried to make some small talk, but I started coughing so we decided it wasn't the time for socializing. Envy didn't though, as if thinking when I told her to shut up earlier was an invitation to voice her thoughts whenever.

"Wow, we're driving out of the city, Sarah. I see a huge building down the street, is that where we're going?"

Out of the city, huh? I thought this Roger guy said we're just going down the street? I narrowed my eyes. "Are we almost there?"

I felt the car take a sharp left turn and stopping immediately. "Actually, we're here. Wait one moment while I get an umbrella out of the trunk."

I waited until I heard the door slam before turning to Envy. "Can you learn to keep your mouth shut? It's annoying having some talking to you when you can't answer them," I hissed loudly, but not loud enough for Roger outside to hear.

"Shinigami get bored too. If I'm forced to follow you around until you die, I might as well make the best of it," Envy replied with a shrug. "I'm sure you appreciate my comments more than you're showing."

"Nope, I don't. Keep them to yourself," I muttered. "Also, where are we? How far away?"

"Pretty far out. Must be a mile until you reach the city you were at again. Guess he wasn't planning on letting you leave, huh?"

"I'm still leaving," I said flatly and wiped off the cold water that had dripped onto my arm. "An orphanage doesn't sound like my kind of place."

"And the streets do?"

Before I could reply to the shinigami, my door opened, letting in a chilling breeze. It was November, and the air outside was started to feel like winter with each passing day. This didn't help the fact that my clothes are soaked and I'm already freezing in the first place. So, when I stepped out of the car, an immediate shiver ran down my spine and I clutched my arms again.

Roger took my hand gently. "It's all right, we'll get you inside and into some warm clothes. It's a bit late so not all of the children will be up, but you might get to see… erm, meet a few."

"Why get to know children I'll never talk to again?" I asked absentmindedly as I was led down what I assumed a stone pathway. It felt hard under my shoes unlike soil and they made a soft thud sound with every step.

"Friends are always nice to have. Who knows, maybe you will meet again."

"Unlikely…" I murmured quietly and shivered as another cold wind rushed into me.

"Way to be optimistic, Sarah," Envy said dryly. "Or should I call you "Sight" now? Hehn hehn hehn…"

Damn that shinigami. I almost thought she had taken my advice and shut up. If she didn't look so disgusting, I would punch straight into her rotting stomach. Not that my all-mighty strength could even bruise a shinigami anyway.

"Think positively!" Roger chimed in a grandfather-like tone that he seemed to talk in. "We have some kind children here, who knows how many friends you could make in your short stay here?"

Zero. I decided not to voice my thoughts this time. Who would want to be friends with "that blind girl"? No one at my school did, so a few parentless kids shouldn't be any different. Not having parents probably scarred them mentally in some way, so they would probably more recluse than outgoing. And recluse mixed with recluse means more recluse, not friends.

Roger stopped guiding me and let go off my hand. I watched him reach into his pocket and pulled out a key. I felt in front of me experimentally to see if there was a door, and after gliding my hand over what felt like wood, I concluded that my deduction was correct and that we were at the front entrance. I heard some clicking and twisting before Roger actually opened the door, grabbing my hand gently and guiding me inside.

I was immediately greeted with a welcoming warmth, which made my clothes feel even colder against my body. After hearing soft cackling and smelling the homely smell of a fire, I decided that there must me a fireplace near, which was creating the warmth. The sounds of socializing that was apparent before I entered immediately vanished when I entered all the way, creating an eerie and unwelcoming silence.

"What kind children," I muttered under my breath. "As I said before, unlikely."

"Just let them warm up to you," Roger assured, and I could almost picture the warm smile on his wrinkled face.

I raked my eyes over the collection of blue souls gathered in an area to the left of me. One boy sat huddled in a corner, stacking something I couldn't see. Three girls sat on what I assumed must have been a couch and were eyeing me warily. A boy with shoulder-length hair was leaning again the wall with a chocolate bar in his hand. He gave me only a small, unimpressed glance before turning to another boy beside him to whisper something in his ear.

"Near, Mello," Roger called.

The boy who was stacking things looked over his shoulder blankly, and the boy with shoulder length gave him an annoyed glance before saying, "What is it, Roger?"

"Why don't you make small talk with this poor girl here?" He gestured to me with his hands which, at the moment, seemed tempting to smack with all my might. Hadn't I not made it clear that I didn't want friends? And poor girl? How typical. Just because I'm blind and soaked doesn't make me a 'poor girl'. Despite this, I decided to keep my mouth shut.

"Poor girl," Envy cackled behind me. I had almost forgotten she was there. What a blissful silence it had been.

"Her name is Sight," Roger went on. "She'll be staying with us for the evening."

"She is soaked," the boy huddled in the corner mumbled almost inaudibly. "Why was she out in the rain?"

"Let's not ask personal questions, Near," Roger told the boy sternly. "I'll be right back, I'm going to get her a change of clothes. Make her feel welcome."

I heard him walk off, his steps echoing as his feet hit the hardwood floor. There was a small period of silence, before the other boy spoke. I assumed this was 'Mello', since the other was addressed as Near. " So where'd you get your alias from?"

"Who said I had to get it from somewhere?" I argued, not wanting to expose my weakness just yet.

"You don't pull a name like Sight out of nowhere," Mello replied. "My name is based on my personality." The boy next to him mumbled something under his breath, causing Mello to scowl. "Shut the hell up, Matt!"

"Mello's name is opposite of his personality," Near said tonelessly. "My name is Near because I am next in line to succeed L."

"To succeed L?" I said in a shocked tone, raising an eyebrow. The hell is he talking about?

"No need to rub it in, Near!" Mello snapped. My question was ignored as he brought his attention back to me. "So your name?"

"None of your business, blondie," I said, twirling a damp lock of hair in my fingers. "You are blonde, right? Sorry, I'm just taking a shot in the dark." I had to struggle to hide a smirk at the irony.

"Yes, I am blonde. Don't call me blondie if you value your life," Mello growled. "Why did you have to ask if I was blonde? I obviously am, are you blind?"

"Yes I am blind, thanks for asking," I muttered. "There's the origin of my alias you were oh-so-desperate to uncover."

Mello looked furious for a second before his face changed to a surprised expression. "Oh… you're serious."

"Way to go, blondie," the boy Mello had addressed as Matt earlier said as his fingers danced over a gaming console. At least that's what it seems like; I've never seen one before.

Mello jabbed him hard in the side with his elbow. "You know I'll kill you, Matt. Don't push me."

"So… what's this about succeeding L?" I asked before Matt could say something else.

Mello raised an eyebrow. "Eh? Succeeding L?"

"Near said something about it," I explained. I pointed to the blue soul huddled in the corner. "That is Near, right?"

"Yeah, that's Near…" Mello said slowly. "I thought you were blind?"

"Nice screw up." Envy cackled again in the rough voice she had. It almost sounded masculine if you didn't notice the high-pitched feminine sound that backed it as well.

"Uh… Acute hearing?" I tried, smiling nervously. The stare from Mello told me that he didn't buy it. "Okay, okay. So I'm not completely blind."

"Not completely? The hell is that supposed to mean?" Mello said irritably. "You can't be partially blind. Unless you're blind in one eye?"

I was relieved when I heard Roger approach me from behind. "Mello, don't ask questions about her blindness. It's rude."

"Sorry, Roger…" Mello growled, crossing his arms.

"It's Sight you should be apologizing to," Roger pointed out.

Mello rolled his eyes. "Sorry, Sight…" I noticed the sarcastic emphasis on my alias. Ah, if only he knew.

"Here, Sight," Roger's tone lighten a bit as he handed me a change of dry clothes. "I'll show you to an empty room where you can stay tonight."

"That sounds wonderful," I replied with a smile. "Smell ya later, Mello, Near."

"God, she's lucky she's a girl," I heard Mello mutter as I was led up a flight of wooden stairs.

"Did you make friends with them?" Roger asked as we reached the top. "They're an interesting pair. Would you believe me if I said they're succeeding L some day?"

This piped up my interest, which at the time was focused on my own thoughts. "About that… What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I just told you. Mello and Near are in line to succeed the legendary detective L." He paused for a moment before continuing in a slightly amused tone, "They don't seem it, do they?"

I shook my head. "Not at all."

"They have ways to go, but they're brilliant," Roger sighed. He sounded almost like he was trying to convince himself. "They always bicker like children even though one day they'll have the weight of L on their shoulders. They won't even agree to work together."

"They seem like polar opposites," I mused half to myself.

"They are," Roger let go of my hand to unlock another door. After more clicking and twisting, he led me into what must be my room for tonight. He hand me the bundle of clothing. "Here's your clothes; your bed is directly to your right. If you need anything, there is a bell under your bunk. Normally we have them there for sickly children who can't leave the bed, but your case is understandable too."

"Thank you…" I mumbled in embarrassment. I hate taking handouts like this, especially from an orphanage. At least I can leave in the morning.

Roger patted my head lightly. "In that case, I suppose I'll see you in the morning, hm?"

"Mhm," I hummed as I made my way to my bed.

Roger said goodnight and left me alone. I nearly tripped as I walked into my bed. I stumbled into the soft mattress, catching myself from falling completely. "Umph!"

"Nice one, clumsy," Envy said as she sat down at the foot of my bed. Oh yeah. I have to share my room with the rotting piece of shinigami. I keep forgetting that great piece of information.

"Shut up, Envy. We talked about this earlier," I muttered, rolling over.

"But I didn't agree to anything," she said smugly.

I rolled my eyes, peeling off my black T-shirt. It clung to my pale frame and it felt great to finally get it off. I reached for my shirt before catching a green outline out of the corner of my eye. I let out a stifled gasp and jumped back against the wall, clutching the bedspread first before covering my chest. "T-The hell-"

I remembered what Envy said green outlines were and promptly shut up. I'm talking to a ghost… This one seemed slightly... different, however, when I looked at him. He had black, spiky hair that looked like it was rarely brushed. His skin was as pale as mine and glowed brightly in the green tinge. He was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans which were also glowing green. His eyes were the mysterious part, which were wide and bored into me with red irises. These glowed a light purple and contrasted with the rest of his body. I know him… Where do I know him from.. Suddenly recognition washed over me as I took in the disheveled figure. "B-Beyond?"

This caused the pale face of the entity to stretch into an amused smirk. "My my, sister… It's been quite a while, hasn't it?"

A/N: No, this isn't going to be a Whammy House story. God, those are so overdone it's annoying. She'll only be there a bit longer. Just pointing this out if there are any readers who don't like Whammy House fics. Anyway, if you like it so far, don't be shy. Let me know in a review, I love seeing you guys enjoying what I'm writing. It gives me motivation.