Hello everybody! I'm back with another chapter! I'm afraid to say that I was sick yesterday (And a bit today, too) and all I did was write this chapter. But... I fell asleep, and no lie, somehow shut down the laptop by resting my head on it. Crazy, I know. And to put things straight: (PLEASE READ)

Shannon is TEN. We need to realize that a ten year old will THINK like a ten year old. She may not make the most rational decisions (and to keep her from being a mary-sue, this is a VERY difficult challenge for me!) but you need to remember her age compared to everybody else. Obviously, when this takes place in actual time, things will be different. Just putting that out there.

I do not own Death Note, nor do I make profit from this story!


My heart stopped. This time, I don't think I was exaggerating. I sank to the floor, not muttering an ounce of a word. Matsuda was lying. He just didn't want to tell me. He wanted me to stay, that was it! In the back of my head, I found that very difficult to believe.

"What do you mean I don't 'register'? I'm right here! You see?" I gestured towards my body, making a hand motion that insinuated my being. This was absolute crap! He's not looking properly!

"I'll look again, but there is no ten year old-female-American Shannon Ward registered. No Jane Wards, nothing. How old is your mother?" He gave me a small smile, and I nodded.

"She's thirty-two, sir. Matsuda… Why don't you just have Ryuzaki check his files?" I said, hinting at L.

The expression that Matsuda displayed was more than hilarious. He looked like a fish out of water that was high on crack. His eyes had a mixture of confusion and shock pooling within the brown orbs. I smirked at the display.

"How… How do you know about that? T-That's confidential information, Shannon!" His face was flooded with confusion and embarrassment.

"Please. I know things, alright? I just want you to find my mother, and all of this will be done with." I saw the gears turning in his head, considering all of his options.

"Matsui, spare yourself the trouble of straining yourself. I have transportation on its way to pick up miss. Ward." I looked to the new source of sound, shocked to see his laptop open, with an old English font 'L' on the screen. My breath got caught in my throat. No way. This is impossible.

"O-Ok! I apologize, Ryuzaki!" Matsuda frantically claimed, and I felt a sense of guilt. This man wouldn't be in trouble if it hadn't been for me.

"Matsuda? Where are they taking me? Does he know where my mama is?" I looked up at him, my hazel eyes glistening. Matsuda really did look like a fish who was next in line for the sushi shop.

"I- I don't know. Ryuzaki never really tells me anything…" He gave me a cheeky grin, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. I smiled a bit. I really could use a riptide right about now.

Don't you hate the feeling when you're just about to fall asleep, and somebody has to run the vacuum, or try to talk to you? An elder gentleman entered the police station, and began to shake my resting being.

The man had a soft mustache, and my eyes bulged at the sight of him. My first instinct was (again); MOLESTER ALERT! MOLESTER ALERT! But that died down fairly quickly…

Especially when I realized who it was.

I felt two arms wrap around me, and my reaction was to start kicking.

"Let-Let go of me! Put me down!" My hollers and shrieks were in vain, as he continued to carry me out. "MATSUDA!" Nothing worked, and I was left to glower in my own self pity.

"Where are you taking me?" Those were the first words I had uttered since Watari had taken me to his vehicle.

"We are only taking you for security reasons. I assure you, no harm will come to your being. Your own room will be provided. Until we hear word from your family, you are to stay with us. If no word from your parents, Mr. Ruvie, the manager at Wammy's house, has agreed to take you in until foster care is provided." With a defeated sigh, I counted the amount of holes in my shirt. A shocking total of nine (not including the torso, head, and arm holes) holes were ripped in my tanktop.

Arrival at the hotel didn't take very long, thirty minutes at tops. The building was much bigger than it looked in the manga, and I was surprised to see the small differences that the story never portrayed.

"We're here, Miss Ward. Please follow me this way," Even Watari sounded distinctively different. It was a soft, soothing voice that could have sounded like my grandfather, if I convinced myself enough. I followed him into the skyscraper without much word.

An undying nostalgia pricked me in the back, as if I had already been here before. Of course I was attracting the feeling from the manga, but I still felt a small warm aroma enveloping me into the building.

"Please allow me to show you to your room," he said, taking me into an entirely different hotel room than headquarters. Go figure. This room was, for lack of better words, bone dry. It wasn't lacking the perfections of a hotel room, it was dirty by all means, but it was… lonely. I got the uncomfortable feeling that no love had ever been given to this room.

"Miss Ward, Ryuzaki would like to speak with you now." A laptop was sitting on the table, with a cloister black 'L' on the front. In a synthetic voice, Ryuzaki excused Watari.

"Good evening, Shannon. I'm Ryuzaki. It seems you already know that, though, don't you?"


Oh schnizzle. we've met L! Things are going to get less boring from here on out. Shannon's dream is only going to last a few chapters, so we might as well get started! Please review!