Sorry it took me so long to post this. But I had a hard time connecting two pieces together! I finally got it though! So be sure to let me know what you think of it! I can't wait for this intro part to be over! It just not exciting enough.

L LORELEI

Escaped

As each day passed, as expected, the child's intelligence grew at an almost alarming rate. A calculating, questioning look appeared on her face as early as three months. And she studied all. Every motion, every facial feature, every word spoken aloud. And she imitated them perfectly. When her second birthday had came, she was able to talk in complete sentences.

Naturally, the family and their small circle of trusted friends were proud of the young genius. Laurel, as they had taken to calling her, was a precious jewel. She was sweet, calm, decisive, and constantly thirsting for more knowledge. She took in all she could from the world around her. Even the small quirks that her father and his students had been known for hadn't escaped her.

An almost nervous twitch, it seemed, when she would randomly bring a hand up to her long black hair and wrap one small finger in the folds and twirl it aimlessly. Clearly a habit brought on by over exposure to a certain white-haired genius. Near had only smiled at the sight and gently patted her on the head, feeling more pride than he ever let on.

Thankfully, at least in Light's opinion, she never picked up most of the unusual habits her father would perform. Although, whenever her papa's back had turned, the young girl would smile softly to herself before slipping her pretty white shoes off and quickly and gracefully bring her knees up to her chest. She did love the way her father always sat.

Despite how alike her and her father seemed, the girl had such a graceful beauty in her every movement so second nature to her that it could only be attributed to her papa's genetics. Light and L were always so proud of their beautiful daughter.

And Lorelei was always so proud to call herself their daughter.

…..

Mello and Matt had fallen in love with the little girl and were always visiting, even when told not to. Though Light had never truly managed to make peace with Mello, the young man he never truly forgiven him for his past as Kira, Light was thankful that the young man cared so much for his daughter.

Mello adored the little girl. And he always seemed to bring out her playful side. Light quickly became accustomed to the shattering sounds of their playtime, though that didn't stop his right eye from twitching every time the sound occurred. Matt and L were always smart enough to avoid Light during these moments.

Matt enjoyed the visits as well. Though he and Laurel didn't get along as well as she and Mello did, they did easily bond over their love of electronics and technology. Laurel had been fascinated the first time Matt had shown her the inside of a computer.

More often than not, Mello and Matt would randomly show up on the couple's doorstep, more than happy to whisk Laurel away to their home so her daddies could have some 'quality time alone' as Matt had so graciously worded it.

"More like fuck each other's brains out." Mello would butt into the conversation, unfortunately prompting a,

"What does 'fuck' mean Uncle Mello?"

Neither man had the guts to face up to Light about that one for a while.

…..

Light had never been happier with the way his life was turning out. He had a gorgeous husband who cherished and loved him enough to let him get away with mass murder, and a beautiful daughter who was constantly surrounded by people who loved her. Soft footsteps sounded as said daughter was padding her way through the hallway and into the living room where he resided at the moment. He looked over at the tiny child with her coal black eyes and jet-black hair she had clearly inherited from her Father rather than him. He was always so grateful that she had gotten his style of hair, if not the color. Besides, the black suited her.

"What is it Laurel?" He asked, indicating that he knew she was there. And that by default, she was not in bed where she should have been at this time of the night. Well morning he supposed. It was nearly 5:00 Am. But she still should have been in bed asleep.

As she glanced up at her Papa she stated in a clear voice that showed off her intelligence far exceeding that of a normal six year old.

"I woke up from a rather frightening nightmare and couldn't fall back asleep."

Light frowned at his daughter. A lie. Obviously. She knew that nightmares weren't real and they had never bothered her before. It was something else. He turned towards her with a look that clearly said, 'I'm not buying it." Laurel sighed and looked down. She knew it wasn't going to work. She blamed it on her lack of sleep.

"Fine. Sorry papa. Ryuk's in my room and he won't stop bothering me about an apple."

Ah, so that was the problem. Four years ago they had all decided that Laurel needed to be introduced to Ryuk. Mello, Matt, Near, and Watari had already met the shinigami a few weeks after Light and L's marriage thanks to L's insistence. L didn't want to make the mistake of speaking to the shinigami around his successors and have them, in turn, make the mistake of thinking he was insane.

Light had made the same points when they had discussed letting Laurel see Ryuk. It wouldn't have been fair to let everyone else be able to communicate with Ryuk except Laurel. They had argued about it for a long two years after she had been born. L, not wanting his daughter exposed to such a creature. L was surprisingly over protective of the girl. Much like a doting mother hen. Though Light would never admit this to his husband of course.

Finally, the matter had been settled when their darling two year old daughter had demanded to know who her parents and her uncles and grandfather kept talking to when they thought she didn't hear. Even L consented then. Laurel was simply too intelligent to not be shown Ryuk.

Ryuk had, surprisingly, adored the child. Laurel was always very clinical when dealing with the shinigami. She only spoke to it when necessary and treated it as though it would simply fade away if she stopped paying it attention.

Light had actually laughed at his daughter when her tactic had failed her. Ryuk rarely left the poor girl alone. Honestly, Light was rather flattered that Ryuk had taken such a liking to his daughter. Even if he was a God of Death.

Now, however, he had to deal with the unfortunate side effects of having a shinigami obsessed with his daughter. A stalker-ish creepy, constant smile watching you try to sleep was not a comforting thing. Light was, unfortunately, very familiar with such a thing and as such had tried to keep Ryuk occupied when his daughter would try and nap during the day.

…

Light took a step towards the room when the phone rang. Unexpected. It was only 5:00 Am after all. Who would be calling so early? Ah, why did he ever ask anymore? It had to be one of the boys or Watari. Although, he supposed, it probably wasn't fair to refer to them as boys anymore. They were all fully grown men now. But it was still hard to actually remember that when around them. They acted so immaturely! Well, Mello and Matt did. Near…well Near just creeped Light out most of the time. He was like a miniature, albino L! Only…creepier.

Light held a hand up to his daughter to signal to be silent while he was on the phone. Just in case. After all, legally, she didn't exist.

"Hello?"

…

Laurel wasn't much interested in her papa's conversation. She just wanted Ryuk to go away and let her sleep. Even if she was still irritated about the necessity of sleep, it was, as stated, necessary. She hadn't yet managed to avoid sleeping for days at a time like her father, but fully intended to when she got a little older. Until then, however, she found that she needed to sleep at night, if only to keep her papa happy.

And that was even more of a necessity than sleep was.

But having a great, blue/black, sharp-toothed God of DEATH staring at you just did not help in making you feel at ease enough to fall asleep. No matter how well they got along. And they did.

As much as Laurel tried to deny it, she did have a certain fondness towards the Shinigami. He was just another member of her family to her. He'd been there since she could really remember. Even before she had seen him, she knew he was there.

There was just no other explanation for the random apples disappearing into thin air.

Normally, they got along really well. Bedtime just wasn't one of those times.

She turned her attention back to her papa as he hung up the phone, only to reach for it again and dial in another number.

….

"Hey, Mello? …Yeah you think you can come over? …Huh? Yeah I know what time it is. I know how to read a clock. …Because you jackass, it's important. Now get your ass over here now! And make sure Matt's with you!"

Huh? Mello and Matt were coming? Laurel smiled in excitement. She loved her Uncles Mello and Matt. They were so much fun! Then, realization struck.

Why was her papa calling them over at 5 in the morning? Something bad was happening.

"Papa? What's wrong?" Light turned to his daughter slowly, with a warm smile on his face.

"Don't worry, Laurel. Something's just come up on an investigation and your father and I have to go check it out. Mello and Matt are going to stay here and watch you while were gone." With that said Light turned away from his daughter and rushed off to find his husband. This was information that L needed to hear,

Misa Amane had escaped from prison.