Hello again. Welcome to my third chapter! Thanks to all of you have kept up with my story. Thank you to my 5 proponents and 14 followers. And don't think I'll forget all of you whom reviewed! I always feel so happy when someone reviews! My face gets all red, and I start to feel a little full of myself. Haha. Well, enough of that. I think some of you will be rather surprised with this. I had a friend read it and she didn't seem to figure it out, so maybe some of you think as she does. I hope you enjoy! ( -^v^- )

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, nor do I own any of it's characters. Technically, I don't own anything, because I'm still a minor! Hahaha. I'm innocent!

My feet squeaked as they pushed harshly against the tile floor of the hallway. For some reason I felt really hyper, and really happy! I was running around like a rapid squirrel that just drank 4 cappuccino's in 18 seconds while running away from a starving crocodile that hasn't eaten in 7 days. I know, really specific, but that's just a symptom of the hyper-activeness! I dived around corners like my life depended on it, and didn't even glance at my surroundings. Really, I wasn't exploring, but more like just running around like an idiot. And it was fun! I eventually came to some stairs. This didn't prove to stop me from my running spree. I jumped 4 stairs at a time and when I reached the bottom, I roughly turned right and sprinted down the hallway, to make up for lost time.

I could see a double door coming into view. It was wooden, but in the middle of each door was glass, letting you see through it. This suggested that it led to out side. I promptly decided that I would go through this door, instead of changing course. I stuck my hands in front of me and blasted through the door.

As I stumbled to regain my balance, I took in my surroundings. The soft green grass felt cool as it cradled my feet. I quietly looked around, this time slower. It was the pure definition of serenity. The only sound was the soft brush of the breeze on the leaves of the trees that surrounded the grassy lot, that I assumed was where the kids here played. It seemed as though it took my energy from me, and replaced it with a state of peacefulness.

Being in the place that I was, I wasn't to sure what to do. Maybe I should just go sit beneath a tree. I thought. Yeah, good idea, Nicole. I walked directly to a tree that was positioned across the yard. It was fairly big, with lots of mossy green leaves and healthy bark. I sat down on the right side of the tree. It was cool in the shadows, and the sense of peacefulness only intensified. I leaned back against the tree and shut my eyes. My hair teased my nose as the breeze lightly pushed against it. Tranquility.

I stayed like that for around 10 minutes, until something disturbed me. It wasn't a bug, it wasn't rain, it wasn't even someone jumping up in my face and yelling at me. It was a sneeze. A sneeze. It was quiet, and muffled, but it was to close not to hear. My eyes snapped open like newly bought shades. I sat very still. And when I say this was close, I mean it was close. Like right behind me close. I slowly turned my head to the left. There was nothing there. But I wasn't sighing in relief yet. I began to crawl around the tree. Like an alert cat, ready to pounce. I barely went two inches before I saw something.

It was the right side of someone's back. My face visibly paled. I just stared at it, my body stuck in that position. How is that even possible? I thought. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?! The thought of someone coming out here while I was present and not seeing or hearing them is completely ruled out. So that would mean that this person had to have been here before I was here. But that's what seemed impossible to me. They would have had to been so quiet, that they couldn't even breath at a regular volume. There timing and position would've had to been perfect, lest I would've noticed them. This person….is perfect! I stared at him, every bit of my body in shock. He slowly turned his head in my direction, like some creepy puppet doll from one of those horror movies.

I immediately shot up into a sitting position and laid my hands neatly in my lap. My face was completely blank, other than my eyes, which were still wide with shock. In contrast, his face seemed bored, like he had no interest in me at all. The first thing I noticed about him, was his beautiful skin. It was pale, almost like those Japanese women looked like with their makeup on. Well, without all the stuff on his lips and eyes. The next thing I noticed was his eyes. They were dark and void-like, but inside them I could easily see discomfort, awkwardness, and slight panic. They were out lined with dark bags. Just looking at them made me want to go to sleep. Other than that, his face was young, and beautiful. He seemed to be around my age, 13-14. He wore a long-sleeved white shirt and ruffled up jeans, that seemed to me, to be two sizes to big for him. Looking over him as a whole, only one could be heard in my head. Perfect. I thought. He's perfect. Everything about him seemed beautiful to me, and I was overwhelmed with a strange feeling. The words in my head began to break apart. I wasn't sure why, but I assumed that it was confusion and the sheer impact of multiple feelings. Perfect…per-fect…per….pe…p. P. Protect. Protect. Protect what is perfect. Protect what is important to us. It was the same voice that had suggested my alias. I realized that I had just been sitting there blankly staring at him for the last ten minutes, and decided that I should attempt to release the tension, and confirm the situation in which I was in.

"Ah, uh, um…H-hello.." I sputtered out, looking down at my hands. He appeared to be perfectly capable of responding, but he was neutrally at a loss of words. He shifted his eyes to the left, as if there was something there that momentarily needed his attention, but his face remained in my direction.

"…Y-yes, that is…Good afternoon, miss." He said to me in a voice that seemed to be part boy and part man. It wavered from being light and soft, to deep and more serious. From his first speech to me, I gathered that he was currently going through puberty. His demeanor seemed put together and calm, but the look in his eye clearly said that he was very nervous and embarrassed. I wondered if this was because of my presence, or simply the way he was.

I began to answer in the blunt fashion that somehow seemed familiar to me. "Yes, it is. May I ask you, were you out here all this time?"

He seemed to hesitate, and his eyes flicked to the bark of the tree. "…Yes. It would be correct in saying that I was here all along." He answered as if announcing the passing of someone who had no significance in his life.

"I see…well, if I may, I would like to compliment you." He looked at me suddenly as if he were expecting it. But in seeing my face directly, he seemed to grow paler, if possible. "To remain out of my consciousness in such a quiet setting for such a long period of time almost seems impossible to someone like me. I applaud your abilities of doing so." He stared at me blankly for a while, that same mixture of emotions still lingering in his eye, yet somehow more dimmed than before.

"Well, I certainly didn't foresee this happening, but I would like to thank you for your showering of praise." He paused for a bit, his guise suggested that he was carefully thinking over his next words. "If you do not mind my asking, who are you?" He looked at me directly in the eye, as if, if he did so long enough, it would intimidate me into answering. "I don't recognize you as one of the residents here at Whammy's."

I stared back him, blinking occasionally. I hadn't thought about it. I had avoided the topic. But it was true that I was only left with hazy memories. I knew of my age, I knew of my name, and I knew that it was not standard for a person of my age level to not recollect my past. I could only come to one conclusion. I had somehow injured myself, resulting in my loss of all of my past memories. And in a way, I felt that was a good thing. It felt as if, if I remembered my past, all I would have was more pain. I looked into the face that was intensely focused on me.

"I am a new resident here at Whammy's. My alias is P., but you may call me Nicole."

So, there you have it! I hope you enjoyed it to the fullest. Surprise, surprise- L has entered! If you have any questions about it at all, or you find something off, please PM me. I'm happy to discuss what is going on in the story. I have it all figured out. L might seem a little out of character, but there's always going to be a good reason behind that. Well, with the exception of me writing it wrong.

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Yume-sama: Hey, that isn't very nice!

L: -stares- Sorry, whom are you? Are you speaking to me?

Yume-sama: Oh, don't you play dumb with me!

L:…-walks away-

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