A child in a curious phase
A A child in a curious phase
A man with sullen ways
Oh, I know very well how I got my name

You think you were my first love
You think you were my first love, but you're wrong
You were the only one
Who's come and gone

When thirteen years old
Who dyed his hair gold?
Oh, I know very well, I don't need to be told

You think you were my first love
You think you were my first love, but you're wrong
You were the only one
Who's come and gone

You were the only one
Who's come and goneman with sullen ways
Oh, I know very well how I got my name

You think you were my first love
You think you were my first love, but you're wrong
You were the only one
Who's come and gone

When thirteen years old
Who dyed his hair gold?
Oh, I know very well, I don't need to be told

You think you were my first love
You think you were my first love, but you're wrong
You were the only one
Who's come and gone

You were the only one
Who's come and gone

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The little boy stared at the house as it was consumed by flame. His tiny hands tightened around the ashy blue pajama pants as snow fell about him.

People had began to gather around the burning house, and they watched as the consuming flames where doused.

The boy's large owlish eyes were like mirrors as they reflected the men in their large rubber coats console him, their large hands patted him on the back. No one would be able to comfort him like they were trying to…

"L?" The boy felt a warm hand clasp around his cold one. He turned his pit-like eyes to one of the neighbor boys. The boy was thirteen years old, two years older than himself, but because of their intelligence they had become something of friends.

The boy called L closed his owlish eyes over tears that threatened to be shed, and squeezed the boy's hand. He didn't have to say anything because he knew Light would be there.

"Light…I'm tired." He whispered as two burly firemen escorted them to the ambulance. With a slight girlish blush L noted that Light still hadn't let go of his hand. The snow was dropping more heavily over head, and L decided that he didn't like the snow.

A woman doctor hoisted L up into the back of the open ambulance, handing him and Light two cups of warm coco. L's black eyes darted over to the smoldering ruins of his youth's house, and saw two body bags being drug out of the debris.

L glanced back down to the cooling chocolate and saw his pale face reflected there. Light shifted next to him, and he saw the boy's gold eyes glance quickly.

On the night when the boy L Lawliet lost his parents, he and his first childhood love shared a kiss in the back of an ambulance, and the morning after L was taken away in a yellow taxi never to see Light again.

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-Finis

I swear…my teenaged angst is getting to me. D:

This ISN'T a Decemberists song, but it's a Morrissey song called "I Know Very Well How I Got My Name". It's a beautiful song :D

Remember, please review; also, tell me if this chapter sounds forced, I kinda think it does…