I should point out that my character is, indeed, German. Her mother was a prostitute. She had then met Rose's father, who was also German, but born and raised in USA. Her mother raised Rose, and spoke in her native language, with the accent, which Rose also has. I am assuming that Mello is also German, for this story's sake. On to the disclaimer and story.

Disclaimer: Must I really say that I don't own Death Note? It should be implied. Oh, and I don't own The Outsiders. Used a reference to the church Ponyboy and Jonny hid in.

Four Months Later

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Rose sat up, pushing the heavy heap of rubble off of her small body. Shaking her hair out wildly, she stretched her sore muscles lithely, her hands reaching towards the sky.

She grinned in success.

I did it! It worked! After three damn months, it finally worked! Rose laughed joyously, completely contrasting to the old abandoned church that lay in ruins around her, some parts still on fire from the explosion.

All the blood left her face at that point as she saw a glossy black car coming her way, leaving it feeling cold. She struggled to get up, then ran, her dark blue eyes shining. Her dark brown hair shone in the small amount of sunlight that filtered through the clouds. She noted with a bit of detached shock and glee that her hair was still at the middle of her back; none had been singed off in the explosion.

The car accelerated, just slightly, then slowed, coming to a complete stop, dust floating softly around it before coming to a rest at the ground.

Rose slowed, looking back in confusion. She saw an older man with white hair, glasses, and a clean, expensive-looking black suit stepped out of the car, the limo, she corrected herself mentally. Warily, she looked around and climbed the old oak tree that stood nearby.

The old man looked around for a few moments, then came to the tree Rose currently hid in, a smile gently playing the features on his face.

"Why don't you come on down from there? I am only here to help, I assure you."

Rose's eyes narrowed, staring down at the man.

"I am not a policeman, miss." He held out his hand, offering her help to get down. Rose sighed softly, then jumped down from the branch she had been sitting upon. She took his hand, leaving her trust with him, following her instincts.

"Who are you?" She murmured, her German accent faintly laced around the words.

"I am Quillsh Wammy, inventor, and founder of an orphanage known as Wammy's House." Rose blinked with surprise. She had heard of him, in school, when the teachers didn't know she had still been in the classroom. They had said that a student's parents had died, a student in a grade further than hers, and that this man had taken him to his orphanage for gifted children. They had said his name was Mihael Keehl.

Rose shook her head mentally. "Why did you come for me? How would you know I was here?" She spoke quietly, stumbling over the complicated English language.

"I have seen your school records. They were very good, exceedingly good for a child in her first grade. Quite gifted, I'd say." He knelt down to her, meeting her eyes, leaving Rose feeling much less intimidated at her height of 4'2". "Would you like a place at the orphanage?"

Her eyes widened slightly, not enough for him to tell that she was surprised. Then she smiled. "Ja."

***

Rose stared intently at the impressive building known as Wammy's House. Children and teens ran around, laughing, playing, and studying. Still holding Wammy's hand, they walked inside together.

Wammy looked around, before calling out what she supposed was a name. "Mello! Come here, please."

The blonde 8 year old stepped forward, looking at Quillsh while eating a chocolate bar.

"I would like you to show our new girl around." Mello blinked, then looked at Rose curiously.

He then spoke tentatively. "Rose…?"

"Mihael."

"We will have to get a new name for you, Rose," Wammy said softly.

She looked steadily at Wammy. "I would like to be known as B." Wammy blinked, then smiled. "Alright, B. Do not tell anyone your real name, nor Mello's. It will keep you safe."

"Yes, sir."

"Now that this has been settled, please take her to her room, Mello." Wammy smiled at Rose, who was now B, then handed her a lollipop. Then he looked at Mello. "L is here. Try not to disturb him. He would like to see you and B this afternoon, around 5 p.m. That is in an hour. Please keep her company while you wait." Quillsh then walked away, leaving B with Mello. She looked slightly crestfallen, having her newfound savior leave her so soon. Mello sighed, then looked at B, sympathy showing strangely in his eyes.

"Es tut mir leid..." He said softly. B looked down from his lighter blue eyes, before speaking. "Please take me to my room."

He looked at her one last time before taking her hand and leading her forward, speaking in rough English with the same German accent as B. "I'll take you on a tour, first, before I take you to your room." He lead her around, showing her various parts of the orphanage. "This is the kitchen; the dining hall; the rooms; Mello's room;

the yard; the library…" His eyes lit up a bit, looking towards a 16 year old boy.

B looked at him, then, leaving Mello's side, walked over to him. She looked over his shoulder quietly, looking at… a police file? She mentally sighed, trying not to disturb the boy. Mello gestured wildly for her to come back; gestures which B ignored.

She skimmed over the case, then studied the notes he was making. Frowning slightly, she reread one of the notes. It was… "That's not right… It should be the other man…. Framing the wrong person…" She sighed, then turned around, walking back to Mello.

***L's Point of View***

L read over the case he was working on in his free time. He sighed mentally, feeling that one of the orphans were reading his work. He ignored it, and kept on working. Suddenly, a smell hit him. Dirt, blood, and grass, all rolled into one… L wrinkled his nose, but fixed his expression immediately, as if nothing was bothering him. Then, a feminine voice spoke quietly, almost involuntarily, with a German accent, "That's not right… It should be the other man…. Framing the wrong person…" The little girl sounded unfamiliar. The only German kid that they had there was Mello, but this is a girl… She sighed, and he felt her presence leave, before registering what she had said. He reread his notes and the case quickly. His eyes widened slightly, realizing she was correct. L looked back to see who it was, to thank her, but all he saw was Mello's blonde head turning a corner, walking away.

***

"Do you know what you were doing, B?!" Mello murmured to said girl, in German. "No," She responded quietly. "But I suppose you are going to tell me..?"

Mello sighed, then just led her to her room. "This is where you will be staying. You do not have a roommate yet, but I think that Wammy might not get you one." B nodded. Mello showed her where her new clothes were, and towels and nightgowns for her. "The bathroom is right there," He said, gesturing to the only door in her room. "Go take a shower, and then come to my room. I'll take you to Roger's office so that you can properly meet L. My roommate, Matt, might answer, but don't get scared or shy. Just come on in and wait for me, okay?" B nodded again, picking up a towel and a change of clothes.

Mello walked halfway out the door, and then looked back at her. "Rose… I really am sorry about what happened. I know you don't like change."

Sorry if that was depressing. I just needed to wrap up the chapter, because sometimes insomniacs do get tired. And Rose is basically me, except I am naturally blonde, and was much shorter at that age. I am German, but only a quarter. It shows, though.