It was because of Wammy that I was able to become the person I am today. He was the first person to believe in me. He accepted my difference while others neglected to recognize me. He was my father.
He'd always introduce me to his friends. They automatically turned away from the fact that I was his son. In fact, a few of his friends tried to convince Wammy to return me to the orphanage. Wammy stopped conversing with them afterwards.
Wammy's social life greatly declined because of me after I turned sixteen. I was watching the news and recognized some of the strange work that some criminals participated in. I started "borrowing" some of the libraries hidden case studies of past solved cases trying to piece everything together. Wammy realized my interest in case studies and took that as my life's work. I was to be a detective.
Wammy, being an inventor, created me the finest computer with untraceable data and advanced technology. He promised to help me with my work because he wanted me to be happy. He got me started in the BB Murder Cases, in fact.
We decided to change our names in order to protect ourselves from criminals. Wammy was now Watari and I was simply L. Unless I was in public, then I was Ryuzaki. We took down some of the world's most uncatchable criminals together. Watari stood by me every step of the way.
When I was twenty, Watari decided to tell me about Wammy's House. It was supposed to be a secret institution, which would be known to everyone as an orphanage, to breed the next generation of L's. At first I was a little apprehensive about the idea, but gave in. It seemed like an interesting idea and Watari seemed happy with it, so I agreed.
The top three children were the only ones I was interested in to succeed me. It wasn't because they were chosen favorites. They had a superior intellect over every other child there. And, it wasn't like I neglected the other children. I humbly accepted all the children at Wammy's House. I paid frequent visits where I'd tell stories, answer questions, play games, those sorts of things. Afterwards, Watari and I would pay a visit with the boys who I would succeed me.
The child with the highest ability to solve puzzles and intelligence was Nate River; his alias, Near. The second child was Mihael Keehl, also known as Mello. The third child was Mail Jeevas, or Matt. Each had something unique about them.
Near was a quiet boy with white hair and gray eyes. Every time I saw him he was wearing a long-sleeved, white, silk dress shirt. Near's favorite activities wear putting together puzzles and building models. He told me that when putting things together a person needs a strategy in order to be ahead in case something does not go according to plan. Near had potential, strong potential.
Mello was the exact opposite of Near. He was a small, blonde haired boy with blue eyes. He always wore black skin tight clothes, but to my surprise had a very low self-esteem. He enjoyed chocolate and mainly spent time playing with Matt. Mello felt inferior to Near. He felt he had to prove his worth every second in order to stand with Near, but he'd always be second best. I took pity Mello and would visit him often and give him advice. I didn't want his emotions to get the better of him.
Matt was one of the most laid-back children I'd ever met. He had messy, cherry red hair and brown eyes. He always had on these yellow goggles and was always in a white and black striped shirt over some dark jeans. Matt enjoyed video games and lollipops. He didn't like going out much and every time we met we played one of his games then discuss him. Matt wanted to become as good a detective as me, as he put it, but knew he couldn't compete with Near and Mello. I thought otherwise. If he was that smart without trying, how smart would he be if he actually did? I didn't question his decisions.
I owe a lot to Watari. It was because of him I was able to have the confidence I had now. The reason why I was able to solve every case I ever took on. I truly believe that…
