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Silence climbs the stairs, hurriedly, determined not to let the Task Force see her tears. The first door she comes to, she thrusts it open and steps inside. It's just a regular bedroom. Double bed with a window overlooking Tokyo on the wall to the right.
Silence walks slowly towards the bed before collapsing onto it and letting the tears fall freely down her cheeks.
'Dammit. I can't let them see me like this. I won't let them see me like this. Ugh, just focus! Kill Kira. Kill Kira.'
Walking into the adjoining bathroom, Silence examines her face in the mirror. Slightly blotchy, mascara running a little below her lower-lashes. She sniffs and wipes her nose on her sleeve. Turning on the tap, she proceeds to splash cold water into her face, feeling slightly refreshed as she drys her skin. Re-applying her mascara using the spare tube she keeps in her pocket at all times, she exits the bathroom and slowly makes her way downstairs again.
She'd thought about going to see L but figured that he'd probably be asleep and she didn't want to risk disturbing the boy from the only bout of sleep he'd had in probably two weeks at least.
Silence quietly descends the stairs and listens to the conversation between the Task Force and Misa from behind the doorway.
"I-It was horrible!" Came Misa's voice, rough with tears.
"They broke into my house and..and.. they started shooting my parents!"
"Aw, Misa. I'm so sorry!" Matsuda's voice drifts to Silence's ears as she narrows her eyes, watching the group. BB is still sitting in the chair, legs drawn up to his chest, fidgeting slightly.
'He's getting uncomfortable. I should get him outta here soon.'
"I'm starting to wonder about this 'S' girl. I'm not quite sure that she's safe to have around here. I mean, what if she tries to kill Misa again?" Aizawa says in a hushed tone, oblivious to the fact that both Silence and Beyond can hear him as clear as day.
"Hey, Ryuzaki. How do you know Silence?" Light this time.
"Old friends. We grew up together in the orphanage." Beyond says flatly and devoid of emotion.
"Orphanage?"
B doesn't say any more, just pointedly ignores Light. Light grumbles in frustration.
"Maybe we can have a word with Watari about having Silence removed? I mean, if she's going to scare Misa like this and the fact that she killed her parents! She should be in prison!"
"Yeah, you're right Aizawa. I don't feel safe around her."
"Aizawa, Light, everyone, I wouldn't talk about Silence like that." Beyond's smooth voice cuts through the conversation.
"And why's that?" Aizawa demands, brow furrowing in anger.
"Because she's listening."
"W-What?" Matsuda's voice has been reduced to a squeak and he glances around the room wildly. Aizawa blinks in a mixture of shock and mild fear.
"She's listening. She can hear you all. You're not very discreet, you know."
"S-She could hear us?" Matsuda falters, staring at 'Ryuzaki' in shock.
"Yes. She can hear you." Silence replies, emerging from the shadows and walking towards them. She smirks slightly as the men stumble backwards as she approaches. Matsuda trips and lands on the floor.
"You're right about one thing, though," Silence looks at the men's blank faces.
"You shouldn't feel safe around me."
Beyond watches as she says this and chuckles a little.
"No," He says, turning around in his chair.
"You really shouldn't."
Aizawa goes home that night. Well, by 'home' he means the ICPO Headquarters to do a little background check on this 'Silence'.
Choosing a computer, Aizawa accesses the records on international criminals that have been hidden from the media and the public. Criminals so potentially dangerous, they could send the public into a panicked frenzy if they knew of them.
Clicking the search bar, Aizawa's fingers tap the keyboard, quickly typing in the word 'Silence'.
2 RESULTS.
1. THE SILENT MURDERS. 1976. AOMORI.
2. SILENT KILLER STRIKES AGAIN. 1981. AOMORI
Aizawa sighs in exasperation.
'Okay, she's not old enough to have been involved in these murders. So.. If she's not a criminal then.. Who is she?'
Aizawa is at a loss as to what to do. He was almost certain that he would find Silence here in this database.
'Wait. There's somewhere else..'
The detective hurriedly closes the window and opens another, accessing the international records for missing persons and at the same time, records for adopted children and orphans.
'That B kid said something about an orphanage..'
Typing hastily, Aizawa peers down at the results.
4 RESULTS.
1. MISSING BOY ASSOCIATED WITH SILENT KILLER. AOMORI. 1981.
2. GIRL KIDNAPPED IN SILENT ASSAULT. 2002. NEW YORK.
3. MUTE GIRL MISSING. 2005. MOSCOW.
4. SILENCE. WAMMY'S HOUSE. 1993 RECORDS. WINCHESTER.
Aizawa stares at the last result for at least a few minutes, contemplating weather to click the link or not. If this is Silence, he's certain she won't want him knowing half of what is on this file. Still..
'I need to know.'
Aizawa clicks on RESULT 4 and a picture of a young Silence with various pieces of information beside it flashes onto the screen. The photograph seems to have been taken when Silence was at least four or five years old. She has her hair in pigtails, the green sheen bouncing off of it in the light. She wears an expression of utter hatred as an unknown person's hand grips onto her own, gloved, one. Her mouth is covered by a thick, woollen scarf and only her small nose and eyes are left exposed. Big, brownish-gold and wise beyond their years. She doesn't wear an eyepatch. Though, even with that burning hatred behind her eyes and scowl on her face, Silence can be described as cute. Adorable, would be a better word.
ALIAS :- Silence.
REAL NAME :- Unknown.
D.O.B :- October 28th 1989.
SEX :- Female.
NATIONALITY:- British.
BIOLOGICAL FAMILY :- Dealt With.
'Dealt with? What the hell does that mean?!' Aizawa wonders as his eyes scan the information.
OTHER INFORMATION :- Anger issues. Scared easily. Reckless. Approach with caution and at own risk. Ideal candidate.
LOCATION :- Wammy's House, Winchester, England.
DATE ARRIVED :- October 31st 1993.
'Ideal candidate for what?'
There's no more information on the girl and Aizawa leans back in his chair and sighs a heavy breath. Closing his eyes, he begins to think.
'So.. From what I've gathered, Silence was an orphan from an early age. I still want to know what is meant by 'DEALT WITH', though. Judging by what both Ryuzaki and B said, they all grew up together in the same orphanage. Wait.. Does that mean I could find their files too?'
Aizawa probably shouldn't have been able to access these files. Hell, nobody was supposed to access these files apart from Roger and Wammy himself. But, two years ago, unbeknownst to Aizawa, Wammy's House had been threatened with closure for not giving the police full access to the orphan's files. It had taken time, but, Wammy finally relented, allowing police from all over the world to gain access to Wammy's. Although, he was far from happy about this.
Quickly, Aizawa prints the page out before closing the window. He stretches his fingers over the keyboard before beginning to type. Keying 'Wammy's House' into the search bar, he is met with less than four results.
1. QUILLISH WAMMY INVENTIONS SELLING FOR MILLIONS. LONDON. 1965.
2. WAMMY FOUNDS ORPHANAGES ACROSS ENGLAND. LONDON. 1980.
3. WAMMY'S HOUSE FOR GIFTED CHILDREN. WINCHESTER. 1980- PRESENT.
Aizawa clicks on the third link and the screen glows faintly as the website for Wammy's House flashes up. Not expecting much, Aizawa punches the letters 'BB' into the search bar and one file pops up.
ALIAS:- Backup / BB.
REAL NAME:- Unknown.
D.O.B :- 14th March 1988
SEX:- Male.
NATIONALITY:- British.
BIOLOGICAL FAMILY:- Arson.
OTHER INFORMATION :- Sociopathic tendencies. Scared of thunder. Good friends with A. Ideal candidate.
LOCATION:- Wammy's House, Winchester, England.
DATE ARRIVED :- 1st January 1993
'Ideal candidate again. For what, though?'
The picture beside the information shows a young, lanky boy of around three wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. His black hair sticks up in a mess of tangles and spikes. The one thing that chills Aizawa to the core is the boy's eyes. They are red. A bright, startling red that seem to be twinkling even from the photograph.
'Come to think of it, Silence did mutter something about contact lenses..'
'Hmm.. L now. I don't know L's real name though.. I'll just put 'L' and hope for the best.'
Punching the letter 'L' into the search bar, Aizawa comes across one result.
Clicking on it with mounting excitement, he only catches a glimpse of the document before it is blocked by a firewall.
'Shit..'
Refreshing the page and quickly pressing 'FREEZE SCREEN' before the firewall blocks Aizawa's view.
ALIAS :- L / Last One / Lost One.
REAL NAME :- L Ryuzaki.
D.O.B :- 31st October 1988.
SEX :- Male.
NATIONALITY :- British/Japanese/ French.
BIOLOGICAL FAMILY:- Unknown.
OTHER INFORMATION :- Rebellious. Has regular nightmares. Sweet tooth. Scared of water. Ideal candidate.
LOCATION :- Wammy's House, Winchester, England.
DATE ARRIVED :- 30th August 1990.
The photograph is of a two-year-old L, wearing an oversized white t-shirt and too-big jeans. The clothes seem to swamp his small figure. He has his thumb to his lips and seems to be staring at something behind the photographer rather intently. A shock of black hair sits atop the boy's head, shadowing his eyes. He seems pale, paler than a healthy child should be, Aizawa thinks.
Having printed all three sheets out, Aizawa decides that he will show them to his colleagues and see what they think about it. Folding them up, he slips them into the breast pocket of his coat before leaving the office.