Chapter 1

WHAT?!

April 18, 2004; United States of America; Washington D.C.

KNOCK! KNOCK! "Miss Wells! Please get up! The president is waiting for you!" The woman in the bed on the other side of the door rolled over, falling off the bed. "Son of a bitch! It's five in the fucking morning!"

"I'm sorry Miss Wells, he sent me to get you for the leaders breakfast."

She shot up from the floor, moving her extremely long brown/black hair from her face. "Damn! Today's the breakfast?! I'll be there in a minute Ryan!" Ryan nodded, oblivious to the fact the he was talking to someone on the other side of a closed door, and walked away.

Meanwhile the woman was getting in the shower, she came out five minutes later and did her hair, combing her straight across bangs down in front of her face. They were a little long so you couldn't really see her light lavender eyes unless you really looked. Her hair was bone straight and shiny, hanging to her waist. She dressed in a tight fitting grey designer suit with a pencil skirt and a ruffled pink shirt underneath with pink pumps. She put on very little makeup on her flawless caramel skin. And grabbed her blue-tooth and pink blackberry pearl. She went to the door and opened it, realizing she forgot something. She went back in and grabbed the black Motorola Razor then ran out the door.

"RYAN!"

The young boy from earlier ran around the corner, "Miss Wells, I believe that the president moved you into the white house so you would be on time and handy."

"I know, I know. I've been dealing with issues in other countries. The World Police Pool keeps calling me."

Ryan rose a brow under his glasses, "Why?"

"It seems L chose his team." Ryan stopped walking and stared after the woman as she turned the corner. He shook his head and followed. "He did? Well, who did he choose?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Why not? You know him directly, personally!"

The woman laughed, "You make it sound like I've slept with him! And besides, I haven't seem him in almost ten years."

"But you talk to him." The woman playfully glared at the boy and kept walking. "Only in matters that concern this country." She sounded a little sad about it but it was undetected by the young intern talking to her.

"It does concern this country!" The woman smiled and walked into a room closing the door, leaving Ryan to huff and walk away.

"LLANA! YOUR LATE!"

"I'm so sorry Mr. President. I woke up late, and the-"

"Never mind it! Come in." The woman nodded and walked into the dining hall, taking her seat on the right hand of the President. He cleared his throat and stood, silencing the people in the many other seats around the long table.

"I would like to introduce Miss Llana Wells, she is my very trusted secretary and she has been keeping in close contact with the detective L, making sure the Kira threat does not reach The United States of America." There was very loud applause as Llana stood from her seat, "Thank you Mr. President. I've talked with L many times since the beginning of…"

The president stood and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong?"

"My phone is ringing."

"Leave it."

"Mr. President, it's that phone." She said looking at him knowingly.

"Oh! Well then, answer it." She nodded and went to a corner in the room, answering the phone as the President apologized to his guests.

"Hello?"

"Llana, it's L." Llana sighed lightly, the very familiar computerized voice sounding as calm as usual.

She sighed again, "I know, you're the only one who calls this phone. What's the matter?"

"The case is officially out of hand. I need you."

"Well you got me, I'm listening."

"No, I mean I NEED you. Here… in Japan." Llana dropped her phone. Taking about five seconds to comprehend what was just said to her. Everyone in the room looked at the young girl. The young brilliant woman who was chosen to be the President's right hand man…woman looked as if she was about to have a mental breakdown. And she did… "WHAT?!"

February 16, 1986; United Kingdom; London

Whammy House: Child Files

Name: Illiana Blackwell

Codename: Ideal; (1) a standard of perfection, beauty, or excellence.

Birthday: January 1, 1980

Blood type: O

Parents: Deceased; Raymond and Alexis Blackwell

Rank: 2 out of 5

Quillish set the girls newly created file on the desk and smiled. "She outranked B."

"Sir, Is it wise to replace him with her?"

"If she achieved his rank in her testing than yes. We are raising no mere children here Rodger." A younger Rodger scrunched up his nose and sat in front of the younger Quillish's desk. "I know sir, I know."

Illiana clutched her little Bear closer to her chest as she walked the long halls. She stood off to the side as a crowd of laughing kids ran down the hall, apparently playing tag. She watched after them, thinking, "Maybe I could learn to like it." She walked pass an open door but stopped and stepped back. She peeked in and stared blankly at the figure sitting on the bed, it was hunched over and had a head of unruly black hair. Illiana touched her own, noticing how short and perfect it was. She curiously stepped inside and noticed that the figure seemed to be staring intently at a piece of strawberry short cake. "H-hello." She said quietly. She jumped when two huge coal colored eyes looked over at her, and a thin mouth turned up into a small smile. She glanced down at her stuffed Bear, a panda, and noticed how much he looked like the small play thing. The boy blinked a few times and said, "What is your name?"

"U-uumm. Illiana." She said quietly again. The little boy's face scrunched up in confusion.

"I-Ill-Illi…" He stopped trying to say her name as laughter that sounded like bubbles filled the room.

He gave her a miffed look, "Why are you laughing at me! Your just like the rest!" He angrily turned his attention back to the cake.

The girl looked shocked then blinked cutely twice, "I'm sorry. It's because you can't say my name. You can call me what you like."

He looked back at her, his eyes dark eyes seemed to sparkle a little, "My name is L, and your name will be, ummm… Llana. And you will eat this cake with me." The newly named girl smiled and crawled onto the bed with little difficulty. Once she was settled she looked up at the young boy, "L?"

"Yes Llana?"

"I like that name."

April 19, 2004; Tokyo Japan, Konto Region

"Stupid long ass airplane ride." Llana gathered her computer case and waited on the runway. Secrete Servicemen were crawling all over the place. They were given strict orders to guard her until she was safely in the hands of the Watari. L's assistant. "Miss Wells, we have received word that your car is on it's way through the gate."

"Thank you." She fixed the skirt of her suit, this time a black one with a short skirt and a vest instead of a full jacket, that covered a blue short sleeve button up. A few cherry blossoms flew onto her face as the spring wind blew. She peered through her bangs at the clean, black, old-fashioned Bentley pulling around the bend of the airplane runway. She smiled knowingly.

The car pulled up and the trunk popped open. The Secret Servicemen started loading her bags in. An old man stepped from the driver's side. "Hello Llana." She threw her arms around the old man and held back tears, "Hey Watari."

"It's been a long time child."

"I know. I missed you. I accomplished great things because of you."

"I heard." He held the young 23 year old at arms length from him, "Looks like I gave you the perfect name. You truly are Ideal." She smiled and hugged him again, "C'mon. L needs me."

Woo! Did you like it?! This is like my third and final try at a death note story. I definitely like this one so far. Some of these dates are completely exact, I have the How To Read book so everything is pretty perfect time wise and age wise. Well, please Review! ^_^