I own nothing, except for Anya/Anira. I do not own Death Note
The air seemed awkward for several moments. I lifted my eyes to B. " It's alright. You did not know.", I said and he looked relived.
"Oh ok. So you're new huh? Don't worry, it's not so bad here." He said, smiling lightly.
"Yeah. Does anyone else live here?", I asked shyly.
His grin widened, "Yeah, a few others. The headmaster, Roger, and another orphan, A."
"Oh." was all I said. Wammy's was huge. A fireplace roared nearby, but I felt none of its heat. The boy, B, his eyes. I couldn't stop staring at them. I felt a chill seep deep in my bones. I forcefully tore my gaze from his red eyes, and looked at L.
As I began to look toward him, his wide eyes were already looking at me. I was startled, to say the least. His eyes and expression were blank. We stared eachother down for a few seconds, and I finally broke the silence, " L, right?," He nods, "Why do we need to use ailas?"
"To protect our identites.", he dead-panned. I winced. Right. Stupid question. I was completely lost on how to speak to this boy with a letter for a name.
I bit my lip again, a nervous habit. I felt to urge to run. I supressed this urge. His gaze bore into mine. I swallowed thickly. Seconds ticked by.
In an effort to stay calm, I took notice of several things. L was surrounded by many kinds of sweets, many of which were strawberry based. I then remebered I hadn't eaten all day. He blinked owlishly at me. His unwavering stare un-nerved me.
I jumped at the feeling of a hand on my shoulder.
"Come along, Anira," spoke Watari, "I'll show you to your room." I nodded and followed him. Watari and I left the room that contained the boy called L.
I felt his gaze on my back as I left.
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Watari led me to a small room. Plain white walls and the same oak floor that was in the room before.
"This is your room, Anira. If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask." He placed my small bag on the bed. Simple white sheets and a pale green comforter. He went back towards the door, and said " If you wish, you may unpack. Dinner is at five'o'clock." With that, he shut the door.
I walked to my bag, and unzipped it. I had near nothing. I pulled my sparse clothing from the bag and walked to the brown dresser across the room. I placed shirts in the middle drawer, pants in the bottom, and undergarments and socks in the top. I walked back to the bag and pulled out a hairbrush, a picture, and a gold locket.
I slipped the picture under my pillow and placed the brush on the top of the dresser. The room had no deccorations. A small window, with white curtains, was just to the right of the dresser. Just a few days ago I had my mother and was fairly happy, now I was an orphan and was alone. My emotions came crashing down. I slid down a wall and I felt tears slip down my cheeks.
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" Anya! Roll your window up!"
"Yes mother." I smiled and giggled.
Suddenly the car swerved.
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"Its ok baby. Were fine." She rasped.
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Sobs overtook me. I gasped for breath. She had said we were ok, that it was fine. I gripped my arms.
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"Mama?"
"It's ok. We didn't get hit."
My heart attacked my ribcage.
Mother's eyes widened, seeing something I could not.
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I buried my face in my knees. I couldn't breathe, stuck in this waking nightmare.
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Mother unbuckled herself and threw her body on mine.
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"Mama?"
"Hush baby. It's gonna be ok." Her tears splashed on my cheeks.
I heard it then. The sound of a eighteen-wheeler.
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She saved me. She knew she was going to die. The sound of my sobs were then only sound in the room.
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Then I felt it.
Pain.
The truck slammed into the small car, destroying it.
My mother lay on the ground, eyes blank.
I shook her "Mama? Mama?", She was gone, "MAMA!"
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I was trapped in this nightmare and I was losing myself.
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Blood.
It was everywhere on her.
I had a few cuts from crawling on the glass. A bad bruise on my back.
Mama was gone.
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I had escaped with only minor injuries and mother died, so I could live. I snapped from my flashback. The tears did not stop though.
"I love you Mama..." I whispered brokenly.
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Well? Too depressing? R&R