I Write Sins, Not Tragedies

ChipsAhoypup

Warning: Boy love. Don't like, don't read.

A/N Did you know 'prende la luz' means 'turn on the light' in Spanish? So… "prende Luz" would mean "Turn on Light"?

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Credit for plot bunnies of the story go to Nikkacatmeki.

A young brunette sat up in bed, his eyes wide as he let out a scream. He'd had yet another nightmare, which were frequent lately. A woman burst into the room and raced up to the boy, quickly picking him up and cradling him in her arms.

"Mommy… it happened again…" The brunette whimpered, pressing his face into his mother's shoulder.

"What was it this time?" His mother whispered, staring at him intently.

"I was out in the Amazon, searching for rare fossils… and then… a crocodile ate me," The boy said sheepishly, as if now realizing how moronic his nightmare had been.

"Don't worry… you're safe now," His mother murmured, stroking his hair. The child closed his eyes, feeling comforted by his mother's presence, and soon fell asleep in her arms.

The boy woke up hours later upon hearing a loud crash. He found that he was back in his bed, and his mother was no where to be found. The child clambered out of bed and padded into the living room, the source of the sound.

The window had a large, gaping hole in it, with shattered glass scattered around on the floor nearby. "M-mom?" The kid glanced around wildly, becoming panicked; he'd seen movies like this before, where a robber had crashed through the window and either stole jewelry… or the child.

What if it's a kidnapper? What if he's out to get me? The brunette thought in a panic. He ran off to his mother's room, to find what he least expected, and what would haunt his slumber forever.

It was a man, standing over a familiar limp body, holding a knife that shone with blood. "Mom," The brunette yelped. The man whirled around to meet the brunette's eyes. And the kid immediately recognized this man. "Dad?!"

"I had to, son," The man replied, sticking the knife into his wife's body one last time. He got up and advanced on his son, who backed up some.

"N-no… you're…you're a murderer…"

"Light. Listen to me," The father began.

"No! You killed mom! How could you do that?!" Light burst into tears.

"It was for her own good—"

"For her own good?! Why, what did she do?!"

"You don't understand—"

"No, and I don't want to!" Light turned and ran for his life; he burst out the door, into the rain. He bounded through the streets of the city, the street lights illuminating the rain ominously. He didn't know where he was going. All he knew was he was attempting to escape.

Attempting to escape the impossible.

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After L had escaped the danger of Roger, he went straight to the kitchen. It was breakfast time, and most of the kids were raiding the cabinets.

"Hey, L," Called one kid, waving. The kid had raven black hair that hung to his shoulders, and his eyes gleamed a dull gray. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt, which was stained with purple liquid, and a pair of jeans.

"Hi, B," L greeted, walking over to his friend. B's gray eyes shone with happiness; beside him stood a brown-haired, brown-eyed, average-looking kid, who wore a casual red t-shirt and jeans. "Hello, A," L added.

"…Hi," The brown-haired one answered quietly, before hiding behind B. It was said that A didn't talk to anyone but B, and the two companions had not denied it.

"So, L, you've seen that new kid, right?" B asked with a smirk.

"Yes," L confirmed. "He seems like a buzzkill though."

"Huh. What's he like?" B asked, and L described Light in perfect detail. "…He does sound like a buzzkill," B agreed after L was finished explaining.

"Yeah," L muttered with a sigh. "It's a shame. I was hoping someone interesting would come."

"Interesting how?" A spoke up, peering out from behind B.

"I don't know… someone even more interesting than us," L answered with a shrug.

"The only person more interesting than us is Marilyn Manson," B snorted.

"And Lady Gaga," Mello added as he walked by. He was heading straight for the candy cabinet, with an obvious intention to smuggle out some chocolate.

"I guess you're right," L murmured.

"Of course I'm right," B and Mello said in unison. The two glanced at each other, then looked back at L; Mello sank his teeth into a fresh chocolate bar.

"Hey, why don't we play a prank on him?" Mello suddenly suggested, his eyes dancing mischievously.

"Yeah," A and B enthusiastically squeaked.

"I don't know… Wouldn't we get in trouble?" L tilted his head to the side. He always thought straight to the consequences, which most of the other orphans didn't do.

"Who cares?!" Mello snarled. "So, are you in, or are you out?"

L hesitated, but the three stared at him, and he eventually gave in to the peer pressure. "Alright, count me in."

A/N I didn't want B to look exactly like L, since poor Lighto would be confused, which I didn't want. B looks similar, but there are major differences in appearance, so as not to get the two mixed up.

(Also, it would be weird if a kid was idoling another kid…)

Oh, and A is in this story! Oh my God! The poor kid never gets mentioned… but he's part of the Wammy's, no matter how small a role. I mean, in L.A.B.B., his role was about as big as Matt's, and Matt has thousands of fangirls around the world.

It's easy for me to picture A as an average-looking, shy kid. (The average-looking idea came from Nikkia, and I imagined him as shy.)

Anyways, I hope this chapter satisfied you.

Reviews are love.