Disclaimer: I don't own death note.

A/N: Ok guys here it is. :D I hope you all enjoy it. Oh and just a little warning, the story is rated T because this chapter has a little blood in it. It's not too descriptive though because I get very dizzy thinking about blood, so it SHOULD be ok for everybody. If I can handle it, I'm pretty sure the majority of you can. (:


Late October air pressed its cold lips against L's bare feet as he crouched in his front garden. If he could help it, the eight year old child wouldn't wear shoes. The soft, wet mud squelched under his weight and the grass tickled slightly as he examined the small tracks imprinted in the lawn. A cat had walked through the garden fairly recently. Out of curiosity and partial boredom, he followed the tracks up to the fence and paused.

Glancing back at the house and back to the obstacle in front of him he considered his choices. Purely because he had nothing else to do, he scrambled over the fence and tumbled down into the neighbor's garden. He was surprised that his plain white shirt and jeans weren't stained.

The paw prints zigzagged across the garden and over the wall. Within ten minutes, L was several houses away from his own garden and had managed to actually find the cat. He was a little surprised to see the black and white creature sat nobly in somebody's garden. He had calculated that the chances of actually seeing the cat were roughly 15%.

L was particularly fond of cats and their curious personalities. Letting his guard down, he sat down and scratched the cat behind the ear.

"Visiting Mrs. Larson?" a voice asked causing L to jump and scare away the cat which was gone in a flash of fur.

Leaping to his feet in defense, he looked at the woman that had appeared the other side of the wall. She seemed old and under her arm was a basketful of washing.
"Y-yes." L lied, suddenly realizing that he was trapped and the woman could find out that he wasn't where he should be.

"L isn't it?" She asked, a smile playing across her ancient lips. L nearly took a few steps back in surprise. He was certainly not expecting the woman to know his name. Furiously, he wracked his brain to work out how she knew.

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L clung to his mother's hand as they walked down the street. As usual, he was absorbed in the world; silently watching the occasional car saunter past or a stranger walk by. Some were acquaintances and would smile and nod; others were people L had never seen before in his life.

However, it seemed that his mum seemed to know the elderly lady that had stopped in front of them; who had a smile stretched across her wrinkled face.
"Is that you Amber?" She asked and L's mother smiled in return and nodded, it appeared they seemed to know each other. Out of slight interest, L looked silently up at the two adults.

"It's been a while." His mother said brightly. "This is my son, L. L, this is Mrs. Wammy. She used to baby sit you while I was out working."

A small hand shook the woman's hand and L smiled politely.

"We should catch up. How about you visit myself and my husband for dinner next Sunday?"

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The memory from just over a week ago came to mind and L realized that the woman stood in front of him had been somebody who had kept an eye on him back when he was too young to remember things. Now their next door neighbor would look after L while his mum was out working

After deciding hastily that the quicker he responded, the sooner he could leave, he nodded.
"Don't forget to remind your mum that we have dinner later." She said brightly before turning away and disappearing.

For a few moments, L stood frozen still, keeping his eye on the big clock that could be seen peeking over the roofs of the houses. It belonged to the church and it told him that it was five minutes to twelve.

After checking that nobody was around, he ran to the other side of the garden, making sure he made no footprints and made his way back over the fence. He wished that he had thought of something better to do rather than follow the footprints of a cat and end up in a situation that could get him in serious trouble.

Like a spider, he scuttled back to his own garden and he only relaxed when he was back in familiar territory.

Clang!

The large clock chimed out to alert everybody that it was noon. Glad that he had entertained himself for twenty minutes, L made his way to the house.

Clang!

That was strange; the door was ajar and swinging ever so slightly in the wind. You could barely notice it from a distance but up close, you could see that it wasn't shut properly. A rare occurrence it seemed. He knew that he had closed it when he had left the house and he struggled to come up with a logical reason for it being open.

Clang!

His mother would never leave the house without him as L was only seven; in fact it was his birthday tomorrow. He turned around to see if there was a car nearby that could belong to a visitor.

Clang!

There was nothing to worry about. L knew that he was just blowing little things out of proportion after shaking himself up moments before. She could have just left the door open to let some air in. Still… None of the windows appeared to be open.

Clang!

He bent down to check the gap between the door and the doorframe. There seemed to be nothing around it that would have prevented it from shutting correctly. The plants in the garden didn't seem to have been watered in the past half hour either and L couldn't think of any other reason for why the door would be open.

Clang!

Slowly, he pushed the door and it swung open to show the hallway of the house. The warmth from the sun behind him stroked his back and exaggerated the shadows in the room. The dark red wallpaper looked almost dangerous as he nervously shuffled through the door.

Clang!Once again he checked the gap between the door and the doorframe. There wasn't anything on this side of the door either. Listening carefully, he clicked the door shut and tried to calm himself down.

Clang!

Silently he frowned at himself at how silly he was being. Nothing was wrong. An open door was nothing to panic about. However, his instinct told him that there was something about this that just wasn't right.

An eerie silence suffocated the building and caused L to panic even more. His instinct was never incorrect and he knew that something wasn't right here. He opened his mouth to call out for his mother but he was too alarmed to say anything and the atmosphere strangled him. What was that smell?

Clang!

A smell that made L feel sick to the stomach was mixed in with the air and tearing at his throat. It was a smell that caused him to become dizzy and disorientated. It was the warning. It was the smell of blood.

Clang!

Now without hesitation, he wrenched open the door to the living room which was to the left of him and almost threw himself into the room out of pure desperation. He was now completely ignoring the fact that if there was an intruder in the house, the chances of them being an adult were 93% and the chance of L overpowering an adult if they attacked him was about 2%.

Clang!

The sight in front of L's charcoal eyes was a sight that remained imprinted into his mind until the day he died. Shock shuddered through him as he stared at the blood splattered across floorboards and the cream walls stained with crimson.

In the middle of the room was his mother, crumpled on the floor, visible wounds gleaming, fresh and stinging across her chest and stomach. Her eye lids fluttering, and her lip trembling. She was only just alive.

L ran to her side and held on to her hand, praying and praying that she would never let go. A small gurgling noise could be heard from her throat and her lips parted. A word trying to break through to him.
"L…" she said faintly, using her last breath to tell him everything she needed to in one way. With her final word said, she left this world.

Clang!

With bells ringing in his ears, L stared down at the only person in the world he had had and felt as if he were about to fall down next to her. It wasn't until much later that he realized that both of his parents had died whispering his name.


A/N: Reviews would be incredibly helpful to me. Also, I really hope everybody was ok with the 'gore' there. xP I'd really feel bad if I made anybody feel a little ill.