The only place anyone ever called me L was at Wammy's. There were two reasons for this. Everybody there knew that I was the great detective L, and nobody there seemed to care anymore. Soon after meeting me they would begin to understand, I was just another genius.
It said before that I didn't start detective work til I was seventeen. I apologize for my miscommunication. I did not start detective work on my own til I was seventeen. But you see, Watari was a detective also. His name was Agent Wammy. Ever since I was very young I helped him with cases.
My alias existed for two reasons. First, for my own security and protection. Also why I was called Ryuuzaki- meaning dragon, as I got older. Nobody could identify me through my fake names. Second, I was and am still slightly embarrassed of my name. I mean, honestly, it's kind of a feminine name. I don't like it. Ryuuzaki is much more to my liking.
So the first chapter of this was how I met those little monsters who call themselves "Wammy's Boys." This chapter will tell of how I met Watari.
-L
disclaimer* I no own death note.
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The arsonist strikes again, Agent Wammy thought to himself with a sad sigh as he walked around the ashes of a forgotten home. It had went to hell yesterday. The team of investigators would not come til the next morning. The clean up crew who would search for remains would not come til the day after. This aggitated Wammy. How could they have so much time to waiste? The arsonist (whome everyone was calling Hell Riser) would be on the move by then. If they wanted to track him and stop him before he destroyed another life, they'd have to hurry.
Wammy heard a shuffling sound that caught his attention. Being a detective and a grown man, he no longer spooked at things that went bump in the night. But this shuffling coming from the darkness caught his attention and his curiosity. Curiousity killed the cat, Wammy reminded himself. He drew his gun and followed his ears.
In the back in a feild with a hill is where Wammy found it. A small boy, no older than five years old, The small boy had long, spiky black hair, and dark circles under his eyes. His pale cheeks were stained with tear trails, and his white shirt was stained with suit. His jeans were baggy and torn, and singed in a few places. He wore no shoes.
The little boy looked up at Wammy with large eyes, but didn't look particularily afraid. "Are you going to shoot me?" he asked. His voice held a maturity that no small child's voice ever has. It was calm, despite the question.
"No," Wammy lowered his gun. He crouched down in front of the child.
"Okay," the boy said, and went back to staring into the distanse.
"What is a small child like yourself doing at a place like this?" Wammy asked him.
"This was my home," the child said. His voice didn't waver at all.
"And where are your parents?" Wammy asked. The child's eyes drifted to two crosses sticking out of the hill a few feet away. He'd placed them there himself, as a way to bury his parents, since their bodies were probably destroyed. "I'm sorry," Wammy said.
"You're Agent Wammy, aren't you? The detective..." the boy said. He was huggin his small knees to his chest. His eyes were large and curious.
"How do you know me?" Wammy asked lightly.
"My father used to tell me stories about you. About the great detective who solved all those cases. He said that you were trying to find an arsonist... that was right before..." The boy paused for a moment with a deep sigh. "You are going to find him, aren't you?" he asked.
"Of course I will," Wammy reassured. The boy smiled lightly.
"I want to be just like you when I'm big," he said. "I want to be a detective, and I want to help people..."
"You can start now, if you wish. You could help me find the arsonist," Wammy offered. He could already tell that this child was not a normal child. He had a very high intelligence, it was obvious. He nodded.
"The Hell Riser. I will help," the little boy said, determined to send the Hell Riser all the way back to Hell for what he did.
"What shall I call you, child?" Wammy asked.
"L," the boy said. "Call me L."
"Is L your name?" Wammy asked.
"In a sense," L said. And that was all he would say on the matter.
"You may call me Watari," Watari said. The little boy took his hand and they walked down the hill together, past the ruined house, and back to Watari's car. L fell asleep as soon as Watari started driving. He hadn't slept since before the accident.
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L stayed with Watari for quite a while during the Hell Riser chase. He was determined to bring the man to justice. He needed to avenge his parents.
One day, while L sat at his computer where he spent so much time researching and Watari sat at the table with another case book opened in front of him, L jumped up to his feet. The five year old ran across the room excitedly.
"I found him! Watari! I found him!" he exclaimed.
"What?" Watari asked.
"I found the Hell Raiser, Watari! He's in London!" L explained all he knew about the situation to Watari excitedly. It was a bit far fetched, but it all added up. The Hell Raiser was in the Grande Hotel in London. "He'll only be there for two more days, so we have to hurry!" L urged, pulling on Watari's sleeve.
"How am I supposed to arrest him? We don't have solid evidence," Watari said.
"He will have what he needs for his next fire in a duffle bag in his hotel room. He will have a lighter in his pocket, because he needs the constant reminder with him. There will be stolen jewelry and other things in his room in the bottom drawer of his dresser. He's an idiot, Watari, and has left his finger prints everywhere!" L explained. How the small boy knew all this, Watari had no idea. But he didn't doubt L. "Besides, I have his picture," L pulled out a picture he'd printed from the computer.
"This is him?"
"He was stupid and let me see his face when he was running away. I have a photographic memory, so yes, I'm sure it's him," L said. "Please, Watari," he gave his biggest puppy dog eyes. Watari caved.
"Alright, I'll go. I shall return in a matter of hours," Watari said, grabbing his jacket.
"Wait!" L shouted. "Let me come with you!"
"I am not taking a five year old with me to apprehend an arsonist!" Watari said.
"Please, Watari! I'll wait in the car! I can be used as a witness, to identify him! I'll be useful! Let me come!" L pleaded.
"You are staying here," Watari said. He picked up the pouting five year old under his arms and sat him down in a chair. "You will stay in this room, and I will see you when I return. It's only because I don't want you to get hurt." L nodded, but he didn't like it.
Everything had been exactly how L had said it would. The Hell Raiser was now in jail, and everyone was safe from him. Watari came home and expected to be bombarded with questions. Instead, he found complete silence. It unnerved him. He hurried through the hotel room, hoping that L wasn't hurt or missing.
He was filled with relief when he saw the boy, fast asleep and curled into a ball on an arm chair. Watari was glad. The child needed sleep.
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"There is this place I started," Watari began the next morning over breakfast. "It's an orphanage for gifted children like yourself. Children who are very smart. This place helps them to become as great as they can," Watari explained. He and L had been working the Hell Raiser case for two months. They'd moved from hotel to hotel, city to city. It was not good for a small child to be moving around so much.
"It's called Wammy's Home for Gifted Children," Watari continued. "You know I care very much about you L, as if you were my own son. I want you to have someplace solid to grow up," L nodded.
"I understand. You want me to go to Wammy's," L said. Watari nodded.
"My close friend Roger is in charge there. He is a very good man and takes great care of all the children there. You will still be able to see me often, if you'd like," Watari said.
"I would like that," L replied.
"And if there is ever a case that I find I can't solve, I will come to you. You are very smart and did excellent with this case. Do you still wish to be a detective?" Watari asked. L nodded. "Wammy's will help make that happen."
L was suddenly very excited to go to this new place.
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Tis the end. Might be more, although I don't know what else I could right for this story. Maybe more memories from Wammy's with all the boys. I don't know. We'll see.
final disclaimer* I no own death note
