I own nothing, except for Anya/Anira. I do not own Death Note

****Two weeks later****

I yawned and walked out of my room. I was dressed in simple blue jeans and a violet t-shirt. These past few weeks. Well, where to start.

B doesn't scare as much as he did, but he keeps looking above my head at something. Then there's L. We have barely spoken and frankly, he's more than a little odd. No more odd than B, but at least B has social skills. I shook my head and headed sown the hallway. I smiled. I felt like today was going to me a good day.

Moments later I crashed into something. I looked up and saw L. I flushed and stuttered out, "Oh L! I-I'm sorry, I didn't m-mean to!"

He lifted his hand. "It is alright, Anira. Do be more careful though." I felt my face get hotter.

I fumed slightly, I apologize and he scolds me! I ignored the angry feeling, and smile a tight smile. He looks at me blankly with his gray eyes. I bit my lip and said "Well, I really must be going to breakfast-"

He interrupts me, "I am heading to the cafeteria myself, I will join you." I grit my teeth. I guess he was going to come with me.

I nodded and began walking to the cafeteria. I looked at him and studied him. He was lean and gangly. He walked with a hunch and wore the same thing near every day. He always had this blank expression on his face.

I wondered if he even had emotions.

We walked along and soon reached the cafeteria. We stood in the line and when we reached the front, L grabbed as many sweets as he possibly could. I grabbed a simple plate of French toast.

I shook my head and walked off to a table. The table moved slightly and I looked up, expecting B. I was surprised to see L sitting in the space B would normally sit. I bit my lip. The amount of sweets on the table was ridiculous.

I blinked at him, then shrugged and began to eat my French toast. L and sweets was like B and jam. It made me nauseous just thinking about it. He held a strawberry between his thumb and index finger.

He looked up and our eyes met and I flushed. I had gotten caught staring.

"Hello Anira", he said," Are you alright? You are very red."

I nodded. "I am fine L. Than you for your concern." He nodded. I looked down and began to eat one more.

My fork slipped from my grasp and it fell to the floor. As I reached down, I noticed the scars that covered my hand and I winced at them. A reminder of what I had lost.

The worst one, a long gash that spread across my entire palm, had not healed fully yet. That particular cut was one of the few that had needed stitches.

I sat back up and was startled by the fact that L was leaning over the table and very close to my face.

"Uh L?" I spoke, "What are you doing?

"You spent an unnecessary amount of time retrieving your utensil and I was trying to observe why." He spoke blankly. He sat back into the odd position he sits in. I felt awkward, but L seemed perfectly comfortable.

I really needed to stop having awkward conversations with people in the cafeteria. I noticed I had finished my food.

"Um, I'll see you later L. I need to get to my first class. I can't be late for my first day."

Here at Wammy's we had classes and such. I started today because Watari wanted me to get settled in and be mostly healed before I started classes.

I picked up my plate and put it in a sink in the room. I rolled my shoulders as I walked away. I glanced behind me and saw L was looking at me. I smiled and waved. He just nodded at me.

"What a strange boy." I mumbled and shook my head.

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I was lost, very lost. I walked down the halls of Wammy's and searched for my class. The class was on Greek mythology. I bit my lip. Dammit. Class started in two minutes. I sighed deeply.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped. I turned around and saw B.

"Jumpy are we?" He laughed. I glared at him. I could tell he enjoyed scaring me.

"Ass." I said in Russian. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Are you lost?" I nod, "What do you have?"

"Greek mythology."

He grinned broadly, "So do I. Follow me."

I nod and follow him as he walks off. I looked at him and noticed he had jam on his face.

"Hey B, you have jam on your cheek." I pointed out. He rubbed his left cheek and I giggled, "No the other one." He got it off and I smiled.

He stopped abruptly and said, "Here we are." He opened the door, "Ladies first." I laughed and walked in. Less than ten seconds later, the bell rang. Class began.

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I found the very interesting. I had a math class in twenty minutes. I rolled my shoulders and then ran into someone.

"You are making a habit of running into me." I looked up in horror and saw L. This was the second time today dammit!

I sighed, "I'm sorry L. I'll be more careful."

He looked at me and asked, "What do you have next?"

"Math, Geometry." He nodded.

"As do I. When class starts I shall accompany you, so you do not get lost again." He said bored. My eyes widened. How did he know I had gotten lost? Who had told him? As id sensing my question, he said, "I could tell when you left the cafeteria; you seemed hesitant to start walking."

He could read me very well. I needed to be more careful. I bit my lip.

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The twenty minutes passed quickly and L and I walked to the class in silence. He opened the door for me and we walked in. The teacher began to talk, but I zoned out. Next thing I knew the ball had rung.

I had no classes with either L or B after that.

Classes ended at three. I stretched after my last class, Japanese. The class was extremely difficult. The different kanji and words and meaning confused me to no end. I hoped I would get the hang of it.

I walked back to my room, not running into anyone on my way there. I sat on my bed and pulled out my math homework.

I started working and finished it quickly. I sighed and got off my bed. I walked to the mirror.

I stared at this girl in the mirror. Pale skin, hazel-green eyes, blonde hair and scars. The girl had a scar on her right cheek. It was fresh still, a bright pink. She picks up her hands and stares at them. They were covered in the scars. She was ugly, broken, used.

I gasped and threw myself to the side, hitting the wall. I shook and held myself. The girl in the mirror was not me. Was it? I started to hyperventilate. The trembling got worse, and I couldn't breathe. I looked like that? How could anyone look at me? Tears poured out of my eyes.

I struggled to stand, the dizziness almost crippling. I stumbled to the bed. I sat on it and closed my eyes. I gripped the sheets and tried to control myself. I don't know how long I sat like that.

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I looked at the clock after I had calmed down.4:30it read. I needed to stop this. I needed to get over this. But…I couldn't help but think of the mirror and the scars.

Suddenly I didn't feel hungry. I shook my head and moved my things off the bed. I needed a shower. I walked to the shared girl's bathroom.

I had gathered my bathroom stuff and was in the process of taking one. I spent nearly a half an hour in it. I stepped out and grabbed my towel and walked back to my room, careful to avoid anyone.

Back inside my room I dressed in my pajamas. I closed the curtains and walked to my bed. I snuggled into the covers and fell asleep.

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