History is full of iconic names and faces, none of which are forgotten- despite how they're remembered, they're not forgotten. My name could've been known, my identity would've followed with it.

"I'm sorry." L tenderly spoke. "You know you can always come up with a new name to go-by?"

My head shot up "I c-can?"

He simply nodded, confirming all of the thoughts swimming in my head. "Elise." I supposed, testing the waters with my new name.

"Elise? Hmm... Yes, that is rather a lovely name." L agreed, taking a sip out of his tea.

As if noticing me ogle his drink he hands a mug over to me. "Thank you." I spoke, titling the mug back at a 75 degree angle. The pasty texture filled my mouth, hinting that there could have been tea in the sugar-filled cup. "It's" I cough loudly, struggling to swallow this concoction. "Very sweet."

"Yes I do apologise, not many are accustomed to my preferences- if you will." He mused, plucking a strawberry from the top of a chocolate cake. "I believe sugar helps me to think." L elaborated.

"I see. How long are we here for?"

"We're leaving tomorrow. Our work here is done and I don't like to stay in one place longer than necessary." L dismissed, waving his hand. "You should sleep, Elise. I'll wake you up."

I didn't know where he was referring to when he said that, so I did my usual process of curling myself into a ball, to find the darkness waiting for me.

"Elise?" A male voice whispered, tapping my shoulders with light force.

"Hmmnn.." I drowsily mumble in turn. Finding more warmth when I held my arms around myself tighter.

The voice let out an irritated sigh before attempting to wake me from my slumber once more. "Elise? We need to leave."

At the word leave I promptly spring from my hibernation form, looking expectantly at L- who was standing over me.

"Leave?" I smile. "As in, leave here? Forever?"

Placing a thumb to his pale lips he mumbled a "Yes."

"Where am I going? I have nowhere-"

"Wammy's House. It's an orphanage in Winchester, England." L cut me off, turning to look out of the window.

My smile slightly faltered at that, it wasn't like I was expecting anything more. I have no other family to go to. "Okay." I mumble.

"L? Ms. Elise?" Watari's voice interrupted the silence that followed between L and I. "We will be leaving in approximately five minutes."

"Thank you, Watari." L replied, no bothering to turn to face the older man.

"I also took the liberty of buying clothes for Elise." Watari sheepishly spoke, handing me a brown parcel.

I didn't need to look at what was inside, I didn't need to know exactly what he brought me. My arms flung around him, hugging the man like he was a beloved teddy bear. "Thank you Watari." I sniffed, "Thank you so much."

Chuckling he hugged me back, "It's not a problem, young one."

"I-I'll change in bathroom?" I suggest, pointing to the door where I thought the bathroom would be located. On the left.

"You'll find the bathroom on the right." L's calm voice pointedly spoke.

"Right." I say whilst shuffling in the direction towards the bathroom. In the parcel there was light blue t-shirt with delicate flowers printed on the soft fabric, paring with black jeans and a black cardigan I gasp when I see myself in the mirror.

The girl looked rough, covered in bruises; dotting her pale complexion with various shades of blue, purple and black- she looked awful. But I could've have felt any happier looking at that girl, she was now free of her father and could finally be herself.

Walking out of the bathroom L and Watari both turn to look at me, noticing my now apparent smile they look at the other knowingly.

"You are a strong one." Watari murmurs.

Self-consciously I touch my hair, suddenly finding the blank wall very interesting.

"We- well actually L- thought you may have wanted a wig... For obvious reasons." Watari says, presenting a light brown wig in my direction. I shakily take it from him.

A new name, new hair and a new start. I pull the wig on my head, letting the lighter brown hair fall to my chest. "So, when are we leaving?"