Author's Note- Hello uys- sorry for the late update I've been really busy. Here's Chapter 2- Don't forget to check out the Trick or Treat Poll!

Grey's P.O.V

I extended my feet from underneath the fresh purple covers on my bed planting them firmly on the wooden floor under me. I was content with the room- L had only gone and refurbished the whole room to my liking. The covers and pillow cases were a dark purple and the walls black and white. It was- in my eyes- perfect. After all, I was the one who designed it.

I slipped on a pair of pink bunny slippers Misa had lent me until I could my own and threw on my jacket over my pyjamas. Breakfast time. I licked my lips. I was already imagining the luscious super-sized full English breakfast I hadn't had in years. The same one Watari would make for the children at Wammy's.

Every morning, Watari and the staff would prepare breakfast for us. We all had different tastes- A would have a bowl of banana flakes and a tall glass of apple juice, B would have jam (JUST jam.), D would skip breakfast all together, and I would have the classic fry-up. Consisting of two sausages, three strips of crispy bacon, hash browns and a slightly runny egg. I was a fussy eater, but I ate a lot of what I liked. Very much like a detective I know.

I watched L hunch over his breakfast every morning. He always had his breakfast at an earlier time than the rest of the Wammy kids- I just assumed it was to escape the rush, but regardless to what time he had it, I would observe secretly. He wasn't the healthiest of eaters. He would always have some form of sugary or savoury treat. And when he had breakfast, he always had three times as much as anyone else. It was like a three course meal- only every meal was dessert.

After exiting the elevator, I rushed into the kitchen with a child-like smile spread across my face. "Good morning, Watari!" I sang greeting the elderly man from behind. He greeted me with a warm, welcoming smile before turning around with a tray in his hands.

"Oh my- you are the lively one this morning!" he chuckled walking out of the kitchen with me.

"Well it's only my favourite time of the day- breakfast time!" I giggled peering over Watari's shoulder at the tray he was holding. As I suspected, my breakfast wasn't there. Only L's sitting lonely on a plate. I sighed quietly to myself- of course the man who 'hardly knew' me wasn't going to make me breakfast. To him I was just a colleague. Nothing more.

"Well I'm glad you're in a good mood, Grey." he abandoned the tray on the coffee table placed in the middle of the room. "I know it's a little forward, but where are you from? You don't sound like you're from around here."

"Um… The UK."

"You don't sound so sure of yourself!" he chuckled taking advantage of my size and ruffling my hair.

"S-sorry." I blushed with a small smile. "I just wasn't sure if it was safe telling you."

"It's fine." he nodded leaving to go back to his office. "If you want to talk to me, you know where I am."

"Hai." I replied looking over at L's tray of goodies hungrily. Surely the man couldn't stomach such a sickly sweet meal so early in the morning? Perhaps I should help him finish it… My hand wandered towards the plate of profiteroles when

SLAP.

In shock, I froze looking up at the person that smacked my hand away. "That's probably not a good idea, Grey." Light smiled down at me grabbing the hand he had just assaulted (Hey- it HURT.) and brought it away from L's tray. "L likes his sweets."

"I am aware. But he didn't have to know." I groaned falling back into the sofa behind me. Light smirked sitting down next to me. He was close. Very close. Extremely close. As in if he came a centimetre closer, his nose would be lodged in my ear. I leaned away nervously. He only followed.

"There are a few things he doesn't have to know about." he whispered lunging towards me and knocking me off the sofa. He grappled me to the floor leaving me unable to move my arms and legs. My heart raced. What brought on such an act? He smiled devilishly down at me as he brought his younger face to mine. Struggling to get out of his grip, I head butted him and let out a shrill scream that echoed through the empty room. I was alone. Again.

"Get off, Light!" I whimpered as he brought his hands to my waist and began massaging them roughly. He laughed maliciously bringing his head back down only inches away from mine. Warm blood spurted from his nose onto my frightened face. "SOMEBODY HELP!"

"My dear. No one can hear you in your dreams." he purred into my ear. "Sleep well, darling." Before I had chance to reply, my breath was taken away. Shooting pains ran up my left side. And an unbearable strain in my chest left me weak and lifeless.

I was having a heart attack.

-Wammy's Orphanage: Winchester-

"You scored 241 on the test…" Roger batted his eyes before looking down on the small girl he had been challenged with. "That's… Amazing for someone of your age. How old are you again?"

"14..." she choked through hot tears. She hugged her knees tight to her chest and sobbed quietly. "W-what's going to happen know?"

"You're going to stay here- with all the other children."

"What other children?"

"They're all in lessons right now. Everyone will soon be returning to their rooms and where they normally play during the afternoon."

"I see…" she swallowed. Roger was stumped. Watari wasn't to be returning until the investigation was done. Meaning that , for the time being, Roger had to undergo the stress of the children. And since he wasn't experienced with children, especially children with a larger IQ than him, he was clueless to how to console a broken teenaged girl. He had a child of his own, but he had moved out years ago with his wife. So for the time being, all Roger could do was put on his best smile and settle the young girl in.

But in reality, what really worried him was the girl's unfortunate past. And how it was going to effect her upbringing at Wammy's House.

Roger heaved himself up on Watari's wooden desk offering a hand to the girl. "I'll show you to your room," he smiled. "You're going to be sharing with one of our top three."

"But I don't get along with other girls…" her hands tightened into a death grip around Roger's withering hand.

"Now, now. There's no need for that." he pulled her up from the floor standing upright in front of him. "You're not sharing with a girl. You're sharing with our 3rd child in line to succeed L: Matt."

"Alright… Sorry." her gaze wondered to her fingers entwined with the older man's. She wasn't used to being touched. She wasn't used to being safe…

Maybe it was the security that frightened her the most in this place.

Matt's P.O.V

"God it's pouring down." I said to the dazed blonde slumped over my bed.

"Great observation, idiot." Mello said. His eyes never once pulled away from the books he had sprawled across my bed. I ignored him- of course. There wasn't really any other option but to ignore him. You see- Mello was infamous for his short temper and how over-emotional he would get over silly things. I happened to be one in a million- I got on Mello's good side unlike many.

But it didn't mean he didn't lose his rag with me.

So now I'm forced to block everything out. How I do it? Video games. My only weakness (with the exception of cigarettes). But every now and then I'll try and engage in idle chit-chat with him.

"Dude- I can't believe I'm getting a chick as a roommate!" I smiled swiping the book from Mello's view just to have him snatch it back form my grip. "It's gonna be awesome!"

"How is having a girl in here awesome?" he growled turning onto his side. "She's gonna be just like Linda."

"DON'T JINX IT MELLO!"

"Shut up, Matt."

"Fine."

"I mean it."

"Whatever…"

"Boys?" Roger's voice emerged from my bedroom door. "I would like to introduce you to our newest member of Wammy's…"

"Speak of the devil!" I smiled scrambling over to the door and pulling it completely open. Mello leaned forward onto his hands looking in the doorway.

She was a small girl- well when I say girl- I mean woman. She was very developed if you know what I'm saying. But overall, she was cute. Nice, short, back hair that covered her eyes slightly; big bluish-green eyes that she had expertly framed with black eyeliner; the palest pale I'd ever seen; and a very outlandish style of clothing. She was your stereotypical Goth kid. Great…

"Meet Hope." Roger shooed her inside briskly. "Show her around, make her feel at home." And with that- the door slammed into my face. I smiled down at the seemingly older girl and held out my hand out politely for a handshake.

"Yo- I'm Matt. That's Mello" I said. "Do you like video games?" She didn't reply. "Music?" I frowned. No answer. "Cigarettes?"

"Matt!" Mello growled slapping me on the back of the leg. Hard. "She doesn't want to talk so shut up."

"Pokemon." A whisper sounded. Mello and I looked at Hope.

"Pokemon?"

"Pokemon." she repeated looking over to the side shyly. "Guitar Hero, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy…" she continued for several more games. My heart pounded hard in my chest as I became more excited with every game she mentioned.

I think I loved her.

"Music?" she smiled up at me genuinely. "Marilyn Manson, Bullet For My Valentine, Black Veil Brides, Bring Me The Horizon…" I looked over at Mello expectantly. My hunch was right- he liked the sound of this girl too. Only because of his mildly weird fetish he held for Goth chicks… Ugh.

"Smoking? Unhealthy and pointless."

Ok- so I didn't love her.

"Aren't you a little old for Wammy's?" Mello grunted propping himself up on my white wall. "Why would we have any use for you?"

"Mello that's a bit harsh-"

"I'm too old?" she asked smiling cunningly at the boy. "I wouldn't say 14 is old…"

"DUDE!" I bellowed. "You're younger than us!"

"Really?" Mello blinked surprised. "You look 16 easy…"

"I get that a lot." she winked flirtatiously before sliding herself next to Mello on the bed. He smirked slouching closer towards her and lazily offering his hand.

"Mello." he mumbled. She smiled taking his much larger hand in a firm grip.

"Hope."

"Lord…" I muttered.

-Task Force Headquarters: Tokyo-

L's P.O.V

"Ryuzaki." The computer sounded. "I believe there's a problem."

"What is it, Watari?" I asked.

"It's Grey." he replied. I looked over to the computer slightly surprised (although having no real reason for being surprised). "She seems to be…"

"What?"

"She's having a fit."

I tilted my head to the side concerned before bringing up the CCTV for Grey's room.

There was no doubt about it- Grey was in her room tossing, turning, yelling- all in her sleep. "What the…?"

"She's been like this for the past fifteen minutes, Ryuzaki." Watari said. "She's being yelling all sorts… I'll let you listen."

"Thank you, Watari." I mumbled sinking deeper into the video tape.

"- Light- get off!-" she yelled angrily banging furiously on the bed. "- Stop it! … W-what!-"

"Huh?" I leaned further onto my knees chewing my thumb nervously.

"- You're Kira!-" she gasped.

"What's happening, Ryuzaki!" Chief Yagami approached me concerned after hearing his beloved son's name mentioned on the tape.

"she yelled even louder. The Task Force surrounded me worriedly. "-S-shinigami! No- AHHHHHHH!-"

A scream I could never forget.