Hello again:)!The flashback in this chapter is after ideas from Mirage88 and Launigsiae.I am still open for suggestion but I think I have enough for a few future chapters XDD!!Thanks so much to anyone who left a review with or without suggestions!Please keep reading and reviewing.

Disclaimer:Death note should be a lot more fluffy and a lot less ingenious if I owned it..be grateful!

Chapter 5: Wammy's house

"L Lawliet." Watari's voice was cold and the fact that he used his real name made the detective feel more than a little nervous. He actually had to work to sound emotionless when he answered.

"What is it? I am busy,if you have not..."

"Kira is gone," Watari interrupted abruptly and tossed a piece of paper over his key-board. "Read this. You drove a five year old girl out of your home,your own daughter. Now she's out there,all alone. Don't talk to me, Lawliet, and get that dumb look of your face."

For once, L simply did as he was told and read the letter Kira had left to them both. After finishing it, he had became pale even compared to what he usually looked like.

She was gone. Kira. His daughter.

And the only person to blame for it was L himself.

He didn't dare to look at Watari. What was he going to do? In the letter she asked him not to come and look for her, but that was of course out of the question.

He was L, after all. He could mobilize all the police forces in the world if he wanted to search for Kira. But then again, if he did that it would be like telling the rest of the world how important she was, which may put her in danger instead of saving her from it...no, he would just have to trust herself like he used to. He had helped raising the girl. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out how she was thinking.

If he could focus on that instead of remembering her as a baby,that was. She was so small, so vulnerable. Every parents nightmare must be to know that their child was alone but not know where.

Because the world was ugly and dirty, and a parent wanted their child to stay pure.

It had been forever. No, it had been forever a hundred times over. L wasn't used to waiting and when it was his daughter he was waiting for, he found it insufferable. The minute-hand on the clock on the hospital wall moved, making him less sure that time had stopped and more sure that it was just going extremely slowly.

It was Light who had decided that he didn't want L to be present when he was giving birth.

"You wouldn't want to see that," he had repeated numerous times and even though L would have agreed to see anything as long as he didn't need to wait, it was Light's choice to make.

Long before this day they had decided on Cesarean section, and when a nurse came out from the operation room where Light was and said that it had started, time had seemed to slow down even more. L had tried everything- going over old cases in his head, reading some of the magazines that lay in the waiting room but couldn't make out a single word, making a mental list over all candy he could remember eating, yes, he even tried solving crosswords (The whole magazine took him almost ten whole minutes)- but he couldn't concentrate fully on any of those things.

He shut his eyes and started counting his breaths, determined not to look at the clock again before he had counted to 900. When he had reached 493 a nurse broke his concentration.

"Excuse me, sir," she said and he started and opened his eyes.

"What is it?" he wondered, more impolitely than he meant to. But she seemed to be used to nervous soon-to-be fathers because she only smiled at him.

"Do you want to see your daughter now?"

L blinked a couple of times.

"I have a daughter?"he questioned after a moment of total confusion. The nurse nodded and gave a little giggle.

"You have a perfectly healthy, wonderful little child,"she answered proudly, like it didn't happen every day all around the world.

Of course it didn't, not for L, so she had a point. Suddenly, the raven haired man was overcome by a strange and unfamiliar feeling, best described as pure happiness, and he quickly got on his feet.

"Your..eh..wife is fine too, but she is very tired," the nurse added, and L did not even bother to correct her.

He had a child.

L, the worlds most lonely man, had a child.

The nurse showed him to the door, as if he didn't know the way there, and to his own dismay, his hands were actually shaking when he pressed the doorhandle.

Light was in the far end of the room in a bed with white sheets. They must have cleaned up quickly 'cause L didn't see very much blood at all. The young, brown-haired male looked exhausted but happy and he held a very small being in his arms that had a very strong resemblance to a baby. Two nurses and a doctor stood by the foot of the bed and all of them looked slightly shocked. It wasn't everyday a man gave birth, after all.

"Ryuuzaki!" Light called. The detective noticed that he had stopped and started to walk again. He really must struggle to control his breathing as he approached the bed.

He couldn't recall ever being so tense before.

"Look at her!" Light smiled brightly, he was sweaty and pale and his perfect hair was an entangled mess, but L had never seen him look so beautiful. It looked like he was glowing from the inside. "Look at how tiny she is!And she has my eyes!Oh my god, look at her eyes." He held up the being, wrapped in a swaddle, with a round pale face, no hair and two giant, almost golden eyes. And it-her-opened a mouth without teeth and started to scream. Light hugged her tightly again and hushed.

"It is indeed a tiny creature," L said just because he couldn't come up with anything else. It was just such an odd moment. Very real. Very dreamlike.

The baby had a really small hand with chubby fingers that waved outside the swaddle. L found himself being hypnotized by those miniature fingers that belonged to his daughter. His daughter that was so little, so fragile, and so very much alive.

"Isn't she the sweetest child you have ever seen?" Light wondered,overjoyed, when the baby took a pause in her screaming. "Have you seen her toes? And her fingers? And look at those little ears! And her eyes are even more beautiful than mine. Did you hear her screaming? She has a lovely voice! I can't wait 'til she learns to talk!"

L had never really understood the whole fuss about babies. They were just people after all, only more noisy and less experienced. But now, upon hearing Light babble happily like a real fool and upon seeing their daughter closing her brown eyes- like it was the simplest thing in world- he could almost understand that special sort of madness.

A birth must be the most natural thing in the world, besides death. And yet, that newborn child was the closest to a miracle he had ever seen.

Kira was tired. Things were going well this far, but she was a runaway after all so she couldn't really feel happy. She had gone on a train and stayed close to a woman with four other children, and this far, no one had noticed that she didn't have a ticket. She had taken some money before she ran away, but she doubted that anyone would sell a ticket to a five-year-old. And as it turned out, she didn't even need it. People never really saw children if they weren't looking for them.

The young girl sighed and shut her eyes. Almost every seat was taken, and it was hot and sticky in the compartment. The four children jumped around everywhere and a little group of tourists, that seemed to be collecting empty beer bottles, was having a screaming conversation. Kira's head hurt and she found herself doubting.

Maybe this was really a stupid idea? Maybe she should go back? She had only a vague idea of what she was going to do otherwise. And the world was a scary, cruel place when you were all alone.

In the note she had left to her father she had claimed that she knew a safe place- which wasn't exactly true. It was just something she had written to calm him down.

She didn't mean to hurt or scare her father by running away, or well, maybe a little because he had hurt her, but mostly she just wanted to escape him. She couldn't help but think that father L lied when he said that he loved her. It was so obvious that he couldn't stand her.

Maybe her running away was the only way to solve things. To make him happy again.

To put the world that had been torn apart back together.

England was very special for L. His mother had been a quarter English, and he had stayed there longer than he had stayed in any other country, except Japan. Also, it was Watari's homeland and L often visited it to meet the orphans at Wammy's house.

So it was only natural that L chose to move to England after Light's death.

Kira knew a lot about England. Both L and Watari had spoken about it and she also loved to study the map over the country. Watari had even told her once where Wammy's house was located and she still remembered it.

As she now sat on the train, she realized that it was to Wammy's she was going. She had never been introduced to anyone there,so she wouldn't be recognized. She didn't mean to stay for long- if anybody saw her they might call the police or, even worse, Watari, but just temporarily. If she could sneak in and borrow a room over the night at least she wouldn't have to worry about where to sleep. And then she could continue to...yeah,where?

A young, lonely girl couldn't trust many people in this world, this L had told her numerous times. If she could keep to places where there were other children, perhaps she would be safe? But if the adults discovered her they might call the police...

With another little sigh she stopped her reasoning. It was to hot and noisy to think. For the moment, she had to be happy with that she at least had a goal. Maybe, once she reached the orphanage with all those geniuses, she would somehow become a genius too and get an idea?

And even if she didn't, she got to see Wammy's house. After all the things she had heard about it, she imagined it to be a kind of special place.

The family she had been hiding among left the train, so she spent the rest of the journey on the toilet just to be sure. When she reached her station a guard actually questioned her but she said that her mother had already gone off and he let her run, muttering something about irresponsible parents.

It was a small town and only two other passengers left the train along with Kira. She asked and older man that passed on the street about the orphanage, and he pointed out the right direction for her- through the town center and then out on a small road towards the moor. As she started walking, she felt cold. She remembered that she had forgotten her jacket on the train and got mad on herself. It was still sunny, but it had become so windy that the sun didn't really help.

Kira wasn't used to physical exercises and she definitely wasn't good at them. The paediatrician that had examined her back in Japan had worried a lot because she was so weak, and now Kira understood why. Her backpack was heavy and the wind made the walk even harder. She had to stop all the time to catch her breath.

After far too much time, the young girl reached the gates to a big, old house with even larger garden. A sign said Wammy's house, so she carefully opened the gate and entered. She could her children screaming and laughing from a place somewhere to her left, but it didn't seem to be anyone around the entrance to the house, and the door was open.

As fast as she could she hurried over the lawn and then up the stairs. She had to catch her breath again before she entered the house. The interior was even more impressing then the exterior . The roof was high like in a church, and something like a million doors in ebony and with golden doorknobs took up the walls. The floor had a light brown carpet and the walls were dark blue with paintings of constellations and planets.

Kira took a moment to just stare. Sure, their house in Japan had been big and elegant(and tasteful, because father Light had decorated it himself), but nothing like this.

And then she heard a bell ring, probably calling for lunch, and the sound of children approaching.

Terrified, she tried the closest door. It was locked.

So was the next, and the next. Just as she heard someone run up the stairs outside she finally found a door that was open and ran into the room.

This door had no lock, so she just shut it and hurried to hide under the only bed until the sound of the children had passed. She felt relieved as she crawled out from under the bed and looked around. At least, no one had discovered her yet.

It was a small room with white walls and an unmade bed. The bedding were striped in green and white. There also was one window with blue curtains and a dead flower at the windowsill. The only other furniture in the room was a black bureau and on top of it was a high pile of books and a lot of empty wrappers to some sort of candy.

Kira sat down on the bed and put her backpack on the floor. It was obvious that someone lived here, so she couldn't stay for long. But as long as they had lunch should be fine. And she was really tired...

Without thinking anymore she crawled down in the bed and buried her face in a pillow that smelled faintly of some kind of flower shampoo. She was just gonna rest...

She fell asleep soon after finishing that thought.

"...What the hell is this?"

"What?"

"It's something in my bed.." The two voices had found their way into Kira's dreams and she was slowly starting to wake up. She didn't recognize them- they didn't belong to father L or Watari, or even father Light that she dreamed so much about, so at first she couldn't make out where she was.

"It's just a little girl. Isn't she cute?" the second voice said.

"No. And I don't want her in my bed." The first voice sounded a bit irritated now."It's just because Roger removed the lock from my door so that every fucking creep can get in here." Kira guessed that it was the owner of the second voice that sighed.

"You mean we can't keep her?" the second voice wondered sadly.

"No."

Kira was now fully awake, but she didn't really dare to let them see it. Then, someone shook her a bit violently and she realized that she better stop pretending that she was sleeping or they might go and get someone.

So she opened her eyes. The boy that had shaken her had really weird orange glasses, bright red hair and a kind of goofy grin. His clothes were weird too...maybe he was some kind of circus performer? She noticed when he spoke that he was the owner to the second voice.

"Look, she's awake!" he exclaimed and patted her on the head with a gloved hand. "Don't be afraid. We aren't going to hurt you."

"Whatever," the first voice cut in and Kira saw that it had a face that didn't suit it at all. The face was beautiful and effeminate but it was still obvious from the voice that this too was a boy. He had the nerdiest haircut Kira had ever seen, but his golden blonde hair had a quality that would have made father Light very jealous. Kira's eyesight blurred for a second-why did she think about him?- before she forced herself to focus on the blonde in front of her again. He had simple, black clothes and a rosary, and the bluest eyes in the world.

He must have seen the tears in her eyes, because he seemed a little embarrassed and looked away.

"Look, girl," he said. "Don't wanna be mean or anything, but if you're new here I think you have an own room, so get the hell out of mine." But he didn't really sound angry, so Kira didn't get afraid.

"What's with this soft side all of a sudden?" the circus performer wondered and turned to the blonde. "I thought you liked to make children cry." The blonde just laughed.

"Just sometimes," he defended himself and opened a drawer in the bureau and took out a chocolate bar.

"I don't live here," Kira said with a small voice and got a little nervous when they both looked at her. "..I ran away and when I got here I was tired, and I chose your room cause it wasn't locked...I didn't mean to sleep here, I just wanted to rest for a while...I'm sorry." She huddled up and wondered if it had been wise to tell them the truth. What if people on Wammy's knew that L's daughter was missing?

The blonde took a bite of his chocolate bar and focused his glare on her. It was kind of intense but she was used to L's way of staring, so she didn't look away.

"So you're a runaway, huh?" he mumbled, actually seemed to believe her. Maybe because it had been a weird lie to come up with. "What's your name?"

"Kira," she answered before she could stop herself. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing about what an odd name that was.

"I'm Mello," he introduced himself and took another bite. He was almost faster with eating chocolate than father L was with strawberries.

"That other guy's my pet,Matt."

"That other guy" made a face.

"No, I'm his best friend," he corrected. "He's just such a bitch."

"Slut," Mello gave back.

"Asshole."

"Manwhore."

Kira watched them with wide eyes. These were words that weren't in her vocabulary.

"You know what," the blonde, Mello, said when they were finished. "It's getting dark, so I'll let you sleep here and I'll stay in Matt's room, but just for tonight. Then you're out of here. I don't wanna take care of a damn kid." Kira nodded and smiled faintly.

"T-thank you," she greeted. "I didn't mean to stay for long anyway."

"But..." Matt cut in and looked at her with doubt. "How are you gonna survive on your own? I don't want someones death on my conscience, even if it's someone I just met."

"I will be fine," Kira promised with more confidence than she really felt.

"Yeah, be a good kid and don't follow any strangers home, and you'll make it," Mello told her and looked at his friend. "Seriously, Matty, you want to ruin your life? If she'd stay here, you would probably have to take care of her. And you'd have to feed her all the time and keep her from Roger, and probably stop smoking 'cause that's no good for kids, and you'd have no privacy at all." Kira, who knew what adults and teenagers meant with "Privacy" ,blushed deeply.

Matt seemed to relax again.

"You take care of yourself, then," he told Kira," and before you leave tomorrow, remind me to give you my cellphone number,just in case." Mello crossed his arms.

"Don't touch anything," he said before he left the room.

"He meant "Good night"."Matt smiled at her, and Kira couldn't help but smile back. "Sweet dreams."

After he had left, the young girl just stared at the door for a long time. It had been a weird conversation with those two.

To get someones cellphone number would definitely make her feel safer.

She would try to sleep again in the blonde boy's bed. And maybe,tomorrow, she would know where to go.

Well,I don't think this is my best chapter ever...I just wanted to update before I went on a vacation...and since I'll be gone, I won't be able to answer your reviews, but please leave some anyway:)!

I know this was very Kira-centric,but don't worry,there will be more L and Light(he's so damn important even if he's dead XD)in future chapters. And I just wanted to have something with the Wammy boys, cause I like them..and I know Matt usually doesn't care much, but I think he worried a little about Kira because he is an orphan himself and knows how it is to be lonely( and not because Kira is some sort of little Mary Sue that made him OOC...:P) .Well,thanks for reading!