Attending psychiatrist: Dr. Genevieve Jeevas. PHD.

Recording status:

Patient ID: 041313

Patient name: Luis Lawliet

Diagnosis: PTSD induced schizophrenia

Prognosis: Risperidone with wellness checks.

Date: 09/28/2019

Status: Wellness check prior to case departure. To be in the care of maternal grandfather: Quillish Wammy. Contact to case personnel limited. Medical professional on staff: Naomi Misora.

Recording to be included into virtual records.

Practitioners Notes: Patient suffers for delusions of a missing twin brother. Family records state no such individual exists. Has clear inserted memories of missing sibling, can recall how individual sounded and acted. Could conclude possible multiple personality disorder. Further recording needed.

The door creaked open with a deafening screech. A head of scarlet tresses lifted from the computer perched onto a walnut desk, scattered with files, loose papers, and a multitude of different colored pens. A soft melodic voice carried to the door. "Luis, please, come in, no need to linger." A matronly chuckle followed her words. Deep emerald orbs followed the lithe, haunched figure drop into the chair opposing her, listlessly.

Her right eyebrow twitched in mild annoyance. Often after an argument with Quillish, Luis was near unresponsive to sessions. 'I wish that old man would just leave him alone. Leave the ghost brother to me.' "How are you today? Enjoying the lovely season?"

A deep, annoyed groan resounded from the young man's throat before monotonously speaking. "I don't go outside, doctor. You of all people know that."

Nervously nibbling on her bottom lip she nodded and jotted in her notebook. 'Particularly agitated. Possible missed dose of medication? Hair is more disheveled than usual, deeper sleep bruising under eyes, seems paler than normal.'

"Right. Well. State the usual." Her eyes wandered up to the onyx haired man. Tousled and unbrushed. As she had recorded, deep sleep bruises under his eyes, indicating he likely hasn't slept in roughly two days. Pale, near porcelain shaded skin, an indication that he hasn't been eating properly, if at all. Thin arms crossed over the man's chest. 'He's uncomfortable, defensive. I should keep the session brief.' Stormy grey eyes stared her down with an intensity that could only be described as a complete devoid of emotion. A dangerous combination that has been noted in the past, prior to a violent outburst.

The man rolled his stormy eyes, a minuscule spark of annoyance returning to them. "I am Luis Lawliet. Detective aliased as, "L". I solve international crimes of interest or when requested by local governments, up to and including the U.N. I am twenty-three years old and see a psychiatrist for zero purpose, other than other's negligence."

Taking notes on his appearance and tone the doctor nodded in confirmation. 'Definitely agitated. However, the last time I didn't clear him for a case…' She shuddered slightly at the memory of the moonlight gleaming off a bloodied kitchen knife. 'Whose really in control?'

"Very well. It seems your wit, and, collectively your mind is in tact. You're cleared. Please send in Naomi." The doctor flinched slightly when L lifted himself from the chair at a dizzying speed and exited the room.

A woman with long chocolate hair whirled around the door and shut it quickly behind her. Her pupils dilated, her breath shallowed and quick. "Please Genevieve, don't make me go with him."

Sighing in defeat, the fiery haired woman turned her chair towards the window. "Naomi. I chose you because you're easy to forget. If he goes into another fit, it's likely he'll even pass you over. You know what this case has the potential to do. We can't leave his mind free to wander the streets of Los Angeles. You're only going to ensure he's taking his meds, eating, sleeping and carrying out his functions normally. You don't need to interact with him aside from these tasks. His grandfather will be there for that. Though, a small side note. Do not let them argue about this "brother". He's fixated on the United States, he's convicted on the night of his parents' disappearance they had his brother with them and they fled to the U.S. It makes sense, to a paranoid mind, any country that won't just allow him access to their records would be an easy target for his delusions."

Naomi slid into the chair in front of the desks he could feel a burning in her chest that seemed to crawl to her throat. "I need more than that. Up until now, I've been working with the orphans. My hardest task so far has been Mihael. And, now, you're asking me to accompany Jack the Ripper! The kids I can handle, trauma and some minor personality disorders; but this?! This, by far, is the scariest thing I've had to do!"

Dr. Jeevas slid a file across her desk. "Everything you need is in there."

Naomi stared at the file, reluctantly reaching for it. Her hazel eyes gleamed with fear and curiosity as she opened the file hastily. "What… what if he's right? The Wammy household isn't exactly forth coming with their secrets. Where are his parents? Why would he lock onto such a specific delusion? Like, right here," she held the file out towards the doctor. "It reads; 'my brother was always the brave one, I've always been afraid of everything, people, outdoors, even my own family. He always kept me safe. I could at no when he was there… but now? What power do I have, I'm a puppet to my own mind.'"

Lighting a cigarette from across the desk. Genevieve sighed out a large plume of blue hued smoke. "That doesn't sound like the prattling of a mad man? Naomi. Just make sure he takes his medication and does his job. Do not get pulled into his delusions. What purpose would it serve to hide some kid? Wouldn't it benefit Quillish to have two L's?"

Naomi closed the file. "Of course, doctor, what was I thinking?" 'I'll tell you what I'm thinking. Quillish signs your paychecks.' Her golden hued eyes narrowed in slight accusation. 'My experience has proven, the truth hides and is cryptic.' She glanced at the files, reading over the entry about the "brother." 'I could say no when he was there… but now?'

"Naomi. The reason he isn't locked behind a padded wall is because he's brilliant. He can see trends and puzzles others can't. You think that a fixation on his own life wouldn't cause a break? Let's say, for a moment, he was right. There was a brother and all of his delusions are true. That was seventeen years ago. If he did have a brother, and he was taken, what are the odds he's still alive? I'll tell you, slim to none. If we are to believe he would be anything like Luis. And what would that really do for Luis?"

Naomi shifted her stare to the sunny exterior of the manor's grounds. "It'd prove he isn't crazy. Sure, it would break him, but he would be whole."

The doctor butted her cigarette in a nearby glass ashtray. "Trust me. We already looked into it. There's nothing there. I wasted four years looking for a boy who never existed, I believed him once too. Best get packed, your flight is leaving in three hours. Los Angeles; case description: armed assailant with knife, brutally slaying, seemingly in a pattern; it's why L was contacted, local authorities and FBI can't figure the pattern, but they know, he or she is not a killer of opportunity."

After packing her bags and spending a lengthy time in the library of the manor and group of children clustered around the door after L had departed out of it. Most of them wearing concern. A smaller teen with piercing white hair approached Naomi and held her hand. "Please be safe. I'll make sure to build a lot of structures so we can test their integrity!" Naomi smiled and hugged the child she only ever knew as "Near".

A blonde boy barred the door. His sapphire eyes burning. "No! I can't let you leave not until Matty gets here. I promised!"

Naomi sighed. "Mihael."

"I told you, Mello!"

Clearing her throat. "Mello. I have to go. We all know how antsy L gets when he runs late."

"He doesn't control everything! He needs to understand that!"

A red haired boy ran through the entranceway and hugged Naomi tightly. "I did the research you asked me to, Mello helped. I hope it helps." He handed her a plain black notebook. "Please stay safe."

Smiling appreciatively to the children. "I'll be back! Don't worry!" She grabbed her bags and hurriedly ran to the awaiting black sedan. Sitting herself in the back behind the driver seat she greedily opened the notebook.

Nothing but blank pages. However, the bottom of each page was numbered by Matt. On the thirteenth page, scrawled across the page in large lettered red sharpie; it read:

"Beyond Birthday."