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"Hi, I'm Light Yagami. Up until this day, I never had a friend—or a last name. I spent the majority of my life learning different methods of killing people in painful and non-painful ways. I am now undercover on a secret mission with my not-real-sister who also happens to be my ward. I also have ricin. Let's be friends." I said to myself in the mirror.

Yeah, that introduction was obviously going to make me tons of friends. Or get me locked up in a mental asylum.

I sighed in defeat and moved away from the mirror; forget fitting in, I could worry about that later. After a long night constructing the hiding spot for the black case Wedy had given me the other day, I wanted nothing more than to sleep in. But today I was getting the full tour and I needed to be as alert as possible. The better I knew this building, the easier everything would be.

Right on cue, I heard a knock at my door. After glancing around to ensure there was nothing incriminating lying around, I opened the door. Standing in my doorway, staring at an electronic device, was a boy about my age, with burgundy hair and a striped shirt.

"Hey," he said, lifting his googles from his eyes and extended his other hand. "I'm Matt,"

Maybe now would be the perfect time to test out the lovely introduction I had made. "Light," I answered, shaking his hand.

"Well Light, Wammy assigned me with the task of being your honorary tour guide. He also said you knew English, but I can speak in Japanese if it's easier for you."

I fought the urge to laugh. If only he knew how many languages I actually knew. "No, it's fine. I'm fluent in English."

Matt looked relieved. "Thank God, I never really paid attention in my Japanese classes. So are you ready to go?"

I shot a quick glance at my room to make sure one last time there was nothing suspicious before nodding, "Yes,"

I followed Matt out into the elevator as he spoke and played on his electronic device that seemed to be some kind of game. "So how old are you?"

"Seventeen,"

He glanced up at me and smiled, "Cool, me too. Anyways, I was looking at your schedule and saw that we have Computer Science, Forensics, and Foreign Relations together. So I guess we'll start our tour with those. Oh, almost forgot, you might need this."

Matt handed me a sheet of blue paper that had my name, room information, and schedule on it. According to my schedule, my classes alternated by day. One day, I would have all academic classes, while the other, I would have all elective classes.

My Academic Day classes were Calculus V, American Literature, Environmental Science, and World Religions. My Elective Day classes were Computer Science, Forensics, and Foreign Relations, and according to the schedule, all three of the classes were located in the same room.

"You wouldn't happen to know my sister's schedule, would you?" I asked tentatively. It was normal for a brother to be curious about his sister's classes, correct? I didn't want him to start getting suspicious about me on my first day.

But Matt didn't seem to notice anything. "I'm afraid not, but you'll probably see her in the dining hall for breakfast."

The elevator door opened to the first floor and I was surprised to see children. For some strange, ridiculous reason, I had forgotten that there would be children in an orphanage. So when I saw them, it threw me off a bit. Maybe because when I had arrived last night, everywhere was deserted.

But now, the orphanage was animated and full of noise. Children, mostly dressed in similar attire, ran around, laughing with each other as they made their way down the halls and to other rooms.

"Matt! Wanna play?" a girl with brown skin and curly black hair said, running up with a board game.

"Sorry Doll, I'm on a secret mission for Mr. Wammy, no time to play today."

The girl rolled her eyes, "Liar,"

Matt chuckled and patted her head, "Go find Near, he's always playing with puzzles."

The girl tugged one of her curls and stared at me. "Who's he?"

I cleared my throat and gave her my best 'average-teenage-boy' smile. "Good morning, I'm Light."

"I'm Doll," she tilted her head and gave me a curious look. "Is Sayu your sister?"

I was surprised she already knew Sayu. "Yes, have you met her?"

"You're lying,"

I was taken aback by her response, "Excuse me?"

"I said you're lying," Doll repeated.

Without thinking, my mind went into Guardian-Mode. The fact that this girl, who couldn't be older than ten, didn't believe me when I said Sayu was my sister made me anxious. It also made her a threat. She had no reason to doubt us, she didn't even know us. Aiber had said it himself, if anyone became suspicious, Wedy would handle it—

Suddenly, I came to my senses. What was I doing? Panicking just because a little girl claimed I was lying? I couldn't go around thinking everyone who doubted our story was a likely threat. My job was to protect Sayu, not eliminate anyone who didn't believe us.

So instead I laughed at the girl and said, "Well last time I checked, she was my sister."

Doll didn't laugh. "You should check again."

Before I could come up with a reply, Matt interrupted. "Ignore her, Light. The more you entertain her, the longer she'll stay. Doll, we're busy, go find something to do."

Doll sighed heavily before saying, "Fine, you two are no fun." And she skipped away.

"Sorry about that," Matt apologized. "Doll is weird, but we should continue now."

I nodded and followed Matt through the halls. As we walked, he pointed out certain rooms and made comments. Apparently the whole first floor was separated in two wings. One wing was dedicated to living areas and the other wing were educational areas. There were also five other levels in the orphanage for bedrooms, two for female living quarters, two for male.

"What about the top floor?" I asked as Matt explained this.

"Off limits, no students are allowed on the sixth floor." Matt said sternly. "Don't even think about it. Wammy and Roger don't impose too many rules, but if you're caught on the sixth floor, anticipate losing all privileges for at least a month. Maybe more."

This pricked my interests. According to Wedy, this orphanage was by far the safest place for Sayu. Until the assassins that killed Lefebvre's were caught, we were stuck here. But I was determined to solve this crime on my own, before the Guardians. That would be hard with a curfew and cameras around every corner. However, if my theory was correct, the security room must be on sixth floor. If I could at least verify this, I would have the ability to enter and leave the building freely.

"What do you think is up there?" I asked casually.

Matt shrugged, "Probably an unused floor. Maybe a ghost. Why? Scared?"

I grinned. "No, curious."

He continued showing me around, including places like the dining hall. It was only eight in the morning, so most of the children awake and eating were young. The warm aroma of food made me stomach twist, but I ignored it.

"This is the media room," Matt said, opening the door to a room with a large projector screen on the wall, bean bags on the ground, and an array of electronic systems. The room was big, big enough to fit dozens of people inside.

"Every week we have an activity, typically on Friday or Saturday. Usually the activity is movie night, but sometimes it might be a party or a field trip, it all depends. Each week has a different theme, this week it's Halloween, so we're having a horror movie night and a costume party." Matt explained, shutting the doors.

He showed me a few other rooms, like Mr. Wammy's office and the kitchen (which I had already seen from last night's adventures) before taking me to the Educational Wing. The classrooms were like typical schools, except the rooms had round tables instead of desks and electric boards instead of traditional chalk boards.

Matt showed me to each of my classes and told me all about my professors—who was nice, who was strict, which ones were easy graders, etc. This area of the tour bore me, that is, until we reached my Elective classroom.

"Like I said earlier, we have Forensics, Computer Science, and Foreign Relations together, well this is the room." He said, opening the door to a mostly empty room. It only had a table with four laptops and four black chairs. On the screen of three of the laptops were letters: M, N, and m.

"We're in this room Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's. Morning until afternoon."

The room was dull and had nothing except the table with laptops. This made me slightly suspicious, considering all the other classroom had enough room for at least fifteen students. Why did this room only have four seats?

"You said those classes were electives, meaning I choose them, correct?" Matt nodded and I continued. "I don't recall ever choosing any of these classes."

"I know, according to your original schedule, you chose gardening, string instruments, and painting." Matt gave me a funny look, like he struggled not laugh. "No offense, but I didn't take you for the gardening type. Anyways, as you can see, you weren't placed in those classes."

The Guardians obviously chose those classes for me. There was no way I'd ever willing take gardening. "Why not? Why do I have to take these classes instead?"

"The electives you were placed in are… special. Meaning, students can't choose to be in them. You are selected to be in these classes." Matt explained. From his eyes, I knew he was hiding something, but Matt quickly lowered his goggles back on his eyes.

"Selected for what? I'm not even interested in Forensics." I questioned. What was the point of electives if they only disregarded what I wanted?

Matt turned away, "You'll see tomorrow. Just wait, trust me, you were chosen for a reason. Maybe it's time for breakfast, you're probably hungry."

I hesitated before following him. I knew something wasn't right.

Sayu

Light turned to smile at me. "Good morning Sayu,"

"Are you going to see father? Could I come too?" I asked, smiling at Light and… Light again? This made no sense, why was I staring at two Lights?

The first Light, the one with a wide smile said, "Sure," and began to lead the way down the exquisite hallway with a large window that showed a garden with roses. I followed Light, confused at the strangely familiar surroundings.

As I walked, I saw my reflection in the window—a girl in a short, frilly, pink dress with her hair curled and decorated with ribbons. Everything about my appearance looked so delicate and fragile, this couldn't be me.

I kept walking beside Light, who smiled and spoke rapidly, while the other, more morbid Light, followed behind me, not speaking. He looked away, lost in his own world. I wanted to know why the other Light was so sad, why he didn't speak.

"Damn it, he's still in a meeting." Light said, when we reached the doors to the office. The doors were glass, so you could see the inside.

Suddenly my heart started racing and my head began to pound. I backed away shaking and closed my eyes. I didn't want to see what would happen next, something bad was going to happen, I could feel it.

"Open your eyes, Sayu." Someone said, I wasn't sure which Light said it since I refused to open my eyes.

"Don't you want to see what you've forgotten?" another voice said. My hands were shaking so hard, I wrapped them around my body just so they would stop.

"No," I whispered. "I'm not ready." Ready for what? What didn't I want to see?

Someone spoke close to my ear, "It's your fault, you're the one they want—"

"No!" I screamed, sitting up so fast, my head spun.

Linda was sitting beside me on my bed, looking scared, "Sayu, calm down, it was just a bad dream."

A bad dream? She meant a nightmare. I believed dreams were trying to tell you something, it might be what you're afraid of or what you desire, but I had no idea what this dream was.

I rubbed my eyes and took a slow breath. "I'm sorry if I woke you," I apologized, hoping I hadn't confused any words in English.

But Linda seemed to understand and shook her head. "I was already awake, you want to talk about your dream?"

I bit my lip wondering if telling someone would put me at ease. But I quickly thought against it. "No, it's okay."

Linda nodded and stood up, "Alright, but if you want to talk, I'm right here. Since you're awake, I imagine you're hungry and want something to eat."

I felt my stomach growl and nodded, laughing nervously, "Yes, if you don't mind."

"How about you go get ready and once you're done, we'll go get breakfast and then I'll give you the tour."

I nodded and got up, shaking off the anxious feeling the nightmare left me. I left our room and went to the bathroom that every girl in the hallway shared. I had yet to meet anyone, except for Linda, so I was interested in seeing how the others girls acted. Mostly, I was afraid they wouldn't like me or find me stupid for not being able to speak English well.

Forgetting my manners, I opened the unlocked bathroom door without knocking, surprised to see a little girl buttoning up her dress.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I didn't know…" Even though we were both girls and she was young, probably a few years younger than me, I still felt embarrassed. My embarrassment only heightened my fear of speaking English improperly, so I stopped speaking.

The girl, however, didn't seem to mind. She cocked her head to the side and smiled at me, "I've never seen you before, you must be new."

"Uh, yes, new." I gave her a nervous smile, unsure if she already thought badly of me for invading her privacy. But she seemed like a nice girl with her wide smile and her curly hair in two pigtails. She had brown skin with matching brown eyes that looked very sweet, but at the same time, calculating.

The girl only smiled wider at me, "My name is Doll,"

"Doll?" I mimicked, "You mean like an actual… doll?"

"No, I mean Doll, like my name. What's your name?"

"Sayu,"

"That's pretty, just like you."

I was caught off guard by how nice a stranger that I had just walked in on was. But then again, maybe everyone was nice and I just couldn't remember. "Thank you very much," I raced through my brain for a compliment to give her too. "You're… a doll—no, I mean, look like a doll. You look like a doll. Very pretty too."

I gulped nervously as she laughed at me. "I like you," she said. "Let's be friends, okay?"

Before I could answer, Doll skipped down the hall humming softly.

"Okay," I said smiling, even though she was already gone.

Light

Sayu wasn't at the dining hall when Matt and I went for breakfast, leaving me feeling anxious all through the meal. I knew I wasn't supposed to keep tabs on her constantly, but what if she had regained her memories during the night and told someone?

I shook my head and took a sip of my coffee to avert my attention. I needed something to occupy my mind, anything to avoid thinking about the mission. So I paid attention to the dining room, a lively hall with round tables for students to sit at, and long tables for us to serve our food. Everything from the tables to the chairs was some kind of expensive wood, the kind the Lefebvre's would own. The room was lit with crystal chandeliers that gleamed above the tables of chattering children, making everything lively.

I'd seen a handful of teen movies with Sayu before the memory loss, and they all depicted school food as being inedible and cardboard. But this was far from the truth at this so called 'orphanage'. The students were most likely better fed than people who went out to eat at high-end restaurants. From their large assortment of pastries and other unpronounceable dishes, I opted to only sample the omelet that smelled divine.

One taste however sent my stomach into knots, recalling that Madame Jacqueline, the Lefebvre's cook, favorite meal to cook was breakfast. By eating someone else's breakfast, I felt like I didn't honor her for the kindness she had shown me throughout my childhood.

I tried to take a second bite, but the images of her dead body on the kitchen floor the day of the assassination came to my mind. At that moment, I dropped my fork and stuck to coffee for the rest of the meal.

"You want to try something else?" Matt asked, "Lunch is a little late today since it's Sunday, so you might want to bring something with you." Matt had filled his plate with an assortment of meats and eggs.

I put down my cup, "Not much of a fan of breakfast."

He nodded like he understood, which I highly doubt he did. "Well afterwards we can continue the tour and you'll be free to go—oh, hey Mello, where have you been?"

Matt was no longer looking at me, but instead, above my head. I followed his gaze and turned around, stunned to see the person behind me: Mr. 'You-wouldn't-want-me-as-an-enemy'.

The blond boy—Mello— was dressed much differently from the previous night. No leather, no rosary, just a black sweater with jeans.

"Light this is Mello, he also happens to be in our Elective Day classes." Matt continued, unaware of the tension emitting from Mello and me.

Mello kept his gaze steady on me and said, "Nice to meet you, Light." He said the ending in an eerie tone, like knowing my name was valuable information to him somehow.

Since he was already pretending not to know me, I played along. "Thank you, would you like to have a seat?"

Mello accepted my invitation, sitting beside Matt. "So he's in our class now, huh?" he asked Matt.

Matt nodded, taking another bite from his food. "Yeah, I was surprised. We haven't had a new student since—"

"Near," Mello concluded in a dark tone.

They were speaking about those classes again, which pricked my interest. What was so special about those classes? "If you don't mind me asking, what exactly do we learn in those elective classes?" I asked.

Mello gave me a slight smirk. "It's complicated. But trust me, you'll see tomorrow."

No answer once again. I forgot about the classes and continued my coffee as Matt explained to Mello the rest of the tour. Mello had apparently invited himself to accompany us and this left me uneasy. So far Mello was the only person who'd seen me sneak out last night to encounter Wedy. He was a witness, a threat.

But not only him, the cameras were as well. I'm sure Wedy had found a way around them last night, but what about in the future? If I ever hoped to avenge the Lefebvre's on my own, I'd need the liberty of leaving this orphanage whenever I pleased. That meant I'd need to shut down the surveillance cameras, wherever the power room was.

I had a theory it was on the top floor of the orphanage because no students were allowed there. If I managed to find it, I could always shut it down when needed.

"Matt is it alright if I go to the restroom before we start the tour again?" I asked monotone.

Matt didn't detect any deceit in my tone. "Sure, do you know where it is?"

"I'm sure I'll manage."

At that note, I excused myself and left the dining hall, trying my best to keep my face as placid as possible. If there was any time to explore the top floor, it would be now. Since I was new, I could easily lie and say no one warned me not to go on that floor.

Using the elevator, I went up to the fifth floor. There was no option for a sixth floor in the elevator, so once the doors opened, I used the stairs to go up the next floor. Each step I took, I felt my heartrate increase. I feared getting caught on the staircase leading to the sixth floor more than I feared being caught on the actual floor for some strange reason. But by the time the door to the sixth floor came into view, I hadn't been caught.

There was no significant difference from all the other residential floors, except the lights were dimmer and there was no sound of children through the halls. Because of the silence, it felt like every step I took echoed through the empty hall.

I came to the first door and turned the knob, keeping an eye on the staircase just in case someone came up. Unfortunately, this door was locked, so I moved on to the next one. This one was unlocked and I eagerly opened it—

"What are you doing up here?"

My body froze and my eyes widened in fear. It took me a second to regain my composure, but I turned to face the person slowly with an innocent expression. I anticipated to see Mr. Wammy or another adult, but not a person who resembled a… skinny panda.

When I said that, I meant it in the kindest way possible. The young man who stood before me was as pale as a ghost (Matt had mentioned something about ghost on this floor) and hunched over. His black hair needed a long overdue haircut and his eyes had dark circles so deep, they appeared to be embedded in his flesh.

This person seemed far from intimidating—he wasn't even wearing shoes—for all I knew, he was most likely another student. "Oh, I'm new. Sorry, I got a little lost." I flashed him my innocent smile, the one that I had been using a lot recently to throw people off.

But the young man didn't return it. Instead, he tilted his head to the side and said. "Oh? You're new? Interesting. Where are you from?"

"Japan,"

"Ah, I thought so…" he trailed on. "Your English is very excellent, Light-kun."

"Thank you very—" I stopped short, what he said sinking in. "How… I don't recall introducing myself to you."

Although it wouldn't be impossible to figure out my name, I had just arrived the previous night. How could someone I hadn't even met find out who I was? I wanted to find in excuse, like maybe the other students were talking about Sayu and me, but deep inside, I knew something wasn't right.

He didn't say anything about my comment, only turned away. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Light-kun. I look forward to our future encounters—oh, and one last thing: your accent's off."

"Excuse me?"

He glanced at me. "Your accent. You said you're from Japan, and even though your English sounds perfect to most, I am not easily fooled. I find it very fascinating how your accent sounds similar to a native French speaker. But I just have very observant ears."

This sent a chill down my spine as I tried to control my facial expression. The Lefebvre's estate may have been in Japan, but the whole household had spoken French. I had learned Japanese as my second language and English as my third. No one had noticed my slight accent because I had nearly perfected the art of controlling my accent. But this man had somehow managed to hear through it.

As he walked off, I glared at his back, my hand never leaving the door knob. I didn't know who this man was, but I think I may have just met my greatest threat.

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