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Daydreams Become Realities, naru-chan 92, Draco MalfoyGirl 16, Bloody Kirai, Misery's Prescription, TechnoScreamsForPurpleKittens
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That, and I just realized that L's real name: Lawliet. Is pronounced Law-Lee-et
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L sighed.
He knew that today was going to be absolutely horrid.
It was only about 11 in the morning and he already knew of the horrible day.
Mostly because Watari would be gone until later today.
And so would Hellie.
They concluded last night that little Mello would probably need new clothes and some other odds and ens.
Mostly because he came here in only one set of clothes. with a half eaten chocolate bar in the pocket.
So Hellie and their father figure had decided to go to the stores early that morning, after looking into Mello's past and obtaining all his files.
The child had no other relatives, and all of his files were sent to a nearby orphanage, in the case that they ever found him. There wasn't much in storage for him at that orphanage. There was his birth certificate, and all the other human papers. A few pictures that were salvaged from the house. After the killers killed both his parents, they had actually attempted to set the home ablaze, but a few things were saved. As in the pictures, one of his fathers jacket, his mother and fathers wedding rings, and his mothers crucifix.
L had concluded that the young and intelligent Mello knew of his parents, just as he had known of his name. He no doubtidbly knew his mother and father's voices, along with their names. L had voiced his thoughts and opinions to Hel, seeing as after his breakdown he still though of her as Mello's substitute mother.
L hoped that soon, Mello's memory of his parents would fade, allowing him to get over the fact that he's been abandoned.
But Hellie quickly rebuked him, telling him that she would never wish such a thing on her Mello. L knew that he didn't understand.
After all, he's been orphaned since birth. He was slightly jealous that Mello's first memory was probably him, playing or sitting and laughing along with his parents while L's first memory was him sitting alone at the first orphanage he was placed in.
He'd never felt that he even had parents, emotionally. It's quite possible that you could have no affection shown to you by your parental or parentals, there fore you have no parents emotionally. But, everyone had a parent physically. L knew he did. He knew Hellie did, and he knew everyone else on the planet did as well. Unless your one of those clones, or test tube babies, he concluded.
L shook his head, he didnt want to delve to deeply into such slight matters.
L wished that he knew where Hellie was coming from. He wished that he knew his parents, or could even remember his parents. Sometimes at night, he wracked and beat at his brain for anything..an image..a color. He beat himself mentally to remember his birth, however ridiculous that was. He wished he could have seen his mothers face as he was dragged away. Anything. Her eye color, her hair color..hell her hair LENGTH. Even a skin tone.
Sometimes he stopped to imagine what his mother and father possibly looked like.
But, amusingly to Beyond. L had his birth certificate. Hel had looked at it, as had he. He knew that he had parents, as they signed it before they gave him up.
Name: L Lawliet.
Mother: Scarlet Johanna 'Gorvian' Lawliet. (Gorvian being her maiden name.)
Father: Elliot Dylan Lawliet.
L knew that Hellie could hack anything, Watari could as well. They could hack police records, hospital records..anything. But..he was afraid...
What if..what if it wasn't the dream that every orphan had. That..they're parents truly did love them..but they simply couldn't take care of them..but one day..oh on that wonderful day...the child's parents would come back, showering them with love an affection.
'Just like annie. Annie-L.' Hellie mused, then motioning for L to continue his story.
L worried..if he looked to far into it. He'd find out that his life wasn't that fairy tale. That in all reality, his parents didn't want him. That his father was maybe a criminal, and maybe his mother was a prostitute.
'Well..then she was a very smart hoe with a smart client. They made such a pretty baby. L..you don't need their love, you have me and Dah.' Hellie had once told him, smoothing his spiky black hair against his head with her soft hand.
L had also been slightly confused that Hellie had begun calling Watari 'Dah.' almost since she arrived.
But that didn't matter now.
L knew he had something that no one of his orphaned companions had. Hellie, Mello, B and A all knew that their parents were dead. L knew that his were very much alive.
He still had the dream that he would one day be reunited with his parents, and they will love him.
When he said that, Hellie blushed, looking down. L asked what she thought.
She looked back up and admitted that she was feeling guilty and selfish.
She said that she hoped L's parents didn't come looking for him until they were older.
She didnt want him taken away from her.
At that L smiled. It made his chest..thump? To know that Hellie would be utterly devastated if his biological parents ever came back to reclaim him. They would have a hell of a hard time finding him in the first place.
He laughed at her idea. Thinking that he would leave her here.
He made it quite clear that if his parents ever indeed showed up to get him, he wouldn't leave without Hellie.
She flushed, her cheeks becoming redder, twisting the crucifux around her neck.
That was another of L's decisions.
He had giving Hellie, the crucifix that was Mello's mother.
When approached with the item, Mello said he'd never seen it before.
Without another thought, L had given it to Hellie.
Hellie at first was quite visibly upset. It was obvious to her that this crucifix was not his to give away. But the raven haired detective quickly waved off her fears and morals as if they were nothing.
"Hellie..That was Mello's mothers." He said earlier, standing up from his chair.
"Yes. I'm aware. Also meaning not yours to give away..." Hellie muttered, leaning against the door.
"Hellie..You..whether you like it or not. Have taken the place of Mello's mother. I can see it in your eyes. You love the little boy. He's slowly beginning to love you. He cant stand you not being in the same room as him. He cries for you as soon as he awakens. You SHALL be his new mother..and don't you think his real mother....," L began, having knelt down to the red and black haired girls level.
"Janette." She stated simply, starring at the floor.
L stopped his thoughts, Hellie was truly the only one he ever allowed to interrupt him.
"What love?" He asked, pressing his fingers against the carpet below them.
"Mello's real mother..her name was Janette. I-I don't want to replace her.." Hellie stated, tears developing in her black and sky blue eyes.
L took ahold of her cheek. Hellie flushed again.
"And I don't want to talk Charles place..but Mello see's me somewhat of a father figure. Its the best for Mello." L stated, rubbing her cheek and standing up, walking back towards the large window.
"Hel..be his mother. For Janette..For Charles..Carry the cross of their child that they shall never be able to. And for Mello. Give him that guiding hand that I know you can provide. Shield him from the horrors of this world. Guard him from the worst of the worlds inhabitants. Shield his life with your own. Teach him how to be kind, and love others. Teach him how to smile, and how to make others smile. Make him...realize that he's loved, just as I am by thee."
L's little poem, eventually had driven Hellie to tears at the beauty of his words. So much so that he had a little surprise for her about them.
Without Hellie's knowledge, L was having something made.
Just as the blanket he gave her before, he had one of the older nurses that Wammy's employed make him it when he was young. Late that night, he wrote down these words he said, started from 'Give him that guiding...' until the very end.
Seeing as Mello would most likely sometime in his lifetime see this blanket, and might not like seeing his name, or his mother or fathers names on it.
He was having the elder nurse, Rebecca make another blankie, especially for Hellie. It was to be black, with blue trim around the edges, a copy somewhat of her current blankie. And on both sides, he would himself slowly sew and knot the words he himself said on each side, and give it to the girl at an undetermined time.
But again, he didnt with to delve to deeply into that either.
He had fully convinced Hellie into wearing the woman's cross. But Hellie swore, that one day, when 'her little Mello was old enough to understand, she would give him the crucifix.'
L smiled, agreeing with the idea.
It was a beautiful crucifix.
It was made with black and red beads, with an intricate silver cross at the end. It was extremely long, the end of the cross coming to her waist almost, so with help from L she had looped it around her neck (three times actually) to make it sort of in a choker fashion. There were times where she only wore it looped once, twice, three times or never looped at all. Sometimes she wore it woven into her hair, or on her wrist.
In effectivly, it never left her body. It was always on her person.
The pictures, jacket, and wedding bands were all set into storage.
It was only the third day of Mello being here.
It was now 11:45 in the morning.
And today L was going to have to face caring for Mello.
Without the help of Watari.
Or his Hellie.
'I wish I had a crucifix..' L thought, hoping that maybe..just maybe today..Mello would be fine without the little wonder he knew as Hellie.
"WAAAAAAHHHH!! MOMMA!"
"A! A! Make him stop!! Where's Hellie?!"
"BEYOND! HE WONT STOP SCREAMING!! HELLIE'S OUT SHOPPING WITH WATARI UNTIL LATER!!" A screamed back at B as Mello continued to scream for his 'momma' already replacing Hellie's name with "momma."
"Good Lord.." L groaned, as he stepped out of his room and into the fray.
The fray.
Of babysitting.
