Yes, I am once again Debra Dreamer again because no one knew who I was x'D OH well…. It's an awesome name for an awesome me and I just said awesome three times in the same sentence. Millions of thanks to my lovely reviewers~ You guys make me feel special ^^ I do not own Death Note or Resident Evil *is sad* But I do own Butterfly and this idea. Yay me! *cough* Vell, he we go.

"'Cause we're all a bunch of animals,
That never paid attention in school.
So tell me all about your problems,
I was killin' before killin' was cool.
You're so cool; you're so cool, so cool!"

-My Chemical Romance, Kill all Your Friends

One of the sad things at Wammy's was the fact that some of the strictest rules were the easiest to break without being caught. Maybe it was set up to be that way, just another skill to teach the children. Maybe L thought that if the actions that were a definite "no" were done that maybe it would teach the children how to lie.

Butterfly had already tucked her spare blanket under her main blanket on her bed in the shape of a nine-year-old girl fast asleep. To keep things from looking to suspicious, she tucked Baby next to the humanoid shaped blanket and made sure the dog/bear's ears poked up from under the purple comforter. She took a step back to admire her work. In the dark it looked like the blankets could be a young, nine-year-old trying to get some well needed sleep, in fact, she was sure it would completely fool Roger just in case he decided to double check the rooms.

Roger always checked every individual room at ten o'clock sharp to make sure all the children were in their rooms, which was one of the most important rules at Wammy's. Children were forbidden to be anywhere else unless they had a pass from him or had to urgently use the restroom. After he made his rounds he would retreat to his office for the night and one of the teachers would check to make sure all the lights were out at eleven o'clock. Of course the children would often find ways around this and would sneak into each other's rooms and play or engage in activity powered by hormones.

Butterfly looked at a digital clock on Near's dresser to see that it was ten twenty. Near was on the floor putting together a puzzle. The box said it had a thousand pieces and once finished it would look like the Eiffel Tower.

"Well, Near, I should probably get going," She said to the eight-year-old albino.

"I thought it was against the rules to be out of your room so late," Near said in a monotone, referring to a few years ago when Butterfly would never dream of breaking a single rule. Well, until she met Matt and Mello that was. Near seemed slightly disturbed about the girl's eventual change in attitude but, then again, he seemed that way about everything.

She laughed a bit; her laugh was rather strange, more like a loud giggle. "Near, all rules are meant to be broken."

"Perhaps," Near stated, pushing another puzzle piece into place with his finger. "But that logic may also turn you into a criminal." He was probably joking because that slightly amused tone appeared in his voice.

Butterfly rolled her eyes and smiled at the younger child. "Possibly, but I thought we agreed we'd solve the greatest cases in the world together when we grew up."

Near looked up at the black-haired child for a moment before looking back down on his puzzle, pushing a sky piece into its proper location. "Yes, and I will be holding that agreement against you to the very end." A sweet but slightly mischievous grin played on his lips and vanished as quickly as it appeared. In fact, it vanished so quickly Butterfly couldn't help but wonder if it was there in the first place. She shrugged.

"I wouldn't mind being a great detective one day, but you know I'm no longer number two, or three for that matter."

Near kept looking down. "Are you suggesting I work with Mello?"

"No, of course not," She shook her head. "I'm just saying won't you be embarrassed about working with number four at instead?" She kept the tone light, like it was no more than a joke but in reality it had some truth to it. She remembered being eight years old and asking Near if they really were friends. And, in return, Near had merely stated that when he became the one to succeed L that the two of them would work together to tackle the mysteries casing no one could solve. She had smiled and accepted, not caring that the albino didn't give a straight answer either way.

Now she looked at her roommate and turned to the door. "Goodnight, Near," She gave a little wave as she reached the door, not bothering to hear the answer to a question he didn't want to answer.

"Goodnight," the white-haired child said back as he continued adding pieces to his puzzle.

Butterfly slowly pulled open the door and stared down the hall, making sure no one was going to see her and she took her first tip-toe of a step trying not to step on that board that always made a funny noise. Taking a deep breath she continued walking at a more normal pace, trying to avoid making too much noise. So far so good… She took another step and flinched as the board creaked loudly. Her entire body froze and she could hear her heart thumping loudly in her ears. She stayed in that position for a few more moments before she started walking to Matt and Mello's room. Look at me… scared like a little bunny. What's the worst that could happen? I get caught and get detention again? She scolded herself mentally. She knew a few kids would be up in the library studying because there were going to be some test the next day. Butterfly really didn't worry about it too much because she never studied and somehow always managed to score high marks. Sort of like how Near and Matt work… But Mello, Mello was probably studying himself into sanity, that's just how the boy worked. It sometimes worried Butterfly just how hard the blonde would push himself hoping to get a higher grade than Near once. Even when Mello scored a perfect score, Near always had done some extra-credit assignment the night before.

Butterfly soon found herself standing in front of the wooden door that had a little white board on it that said in red "Mello and Matt" and someone had drawn a bar of chocolate and a game controller near the names. Probably Linda, no doubt…. She took a deep breath and began to wonder why exactly she was so darn nervous about this. Me and Matt hang out all the time… this is nothing new… She decided she was so nervous because it was past curfew and that she was breaking at least three of Wammy's rules right now just to play a video game. She lightly tapped the door and it pulled open instantly which caught her off guard causing her to almost fall into Matt.

"Sorry," She whispered to the goggle-wearing child who had stumbled back as she came stumbling in.

"It's 'kay," He chirped and dramatically checked the halls to make sure no one was looking. He pushed open the door a bit more and stepped aside to give her room to enter. "Come on in." She nodded and stepped into the room, all lights off, of course. It was extremely easy to tell which side of the room belonged to whom.

One side had an old television with a gaming system hooked up to the back and a tangled mass of controllers along with it. A few cases that looked like game cases lay scattered around it, all snapped securely shut however. The bed was made, surprisingly, but some clothes lay unkempt on the floor. Butterfly wasn't one to be a fusser over cleaning but she knew that Roger would have a heart attack if he saw this. The other side of the room was just as equally unorganized but seemed slightly neater. All the clothes were put away and the bed was nicely made but there was a flaw however. The desk by the window was covered with papers and textbooks and notebooks galore. Notes were stacked on one side, a textbook lay open on its back and pencils and pen were tucked in between pages and snug in the spiral cages of notebooks.

In order to keep herself from making a rather rude remark about the cleanliness of this room she asked. "Where's Mello?"

Matt sat down in front of the old TV before answering. He's studying in the library like the workaholic he is."

"Ah, well, that's Mello," She sat down next to Matt who was now leaning forward and pushing the button on the gaming system that caused the disk drawer to open, ready to swallow the game that was placed inside.

"How are your classes?" She asked the first thing that crept into her mind due to the awkward silence that was forming.

He looked over his shoulder at her. "My classes? Well… they're okay, I mean I hate studying but I still get my marks…" It seemed like the question disturbed him. He opened the case that had the fancy artwork of a zombie on it and set the disk into the system labeled "Playstation" and sat back with the controller loose in his hand.

"It's a single player game but we can take turns dying…" He explained. "You can go first but I'll show you how to controller your character."

"Alright," a smile played on her chapped lips. "Just don't get too scared."

Matt laughed and scooted a bit closer to his friend. "Me? Ha, video games don't scare me. Nothing scares me."

"Right…."

He focused his attention on the TV which was displaying the opening for the game as a man, presumably was walking until something came closer, and closer, and closer…

"AAARGH!" The man screamed as he was attacked causing Matt to jump a bit at the sudden noise that broke the silence between the two children.

"Not scared of anything?" Butterfly taunted as she smiled, her mental point proven.

The embarrassed blush on Matt's face was hidden by the darkness of the room. "It just caught me off guard, that's all," He explained, a cocky smile on his face. Butterfly laughed a bit and crossed her legs like she usually did.

As the game started, they watched the clips in that beginning and they both had to agree that the voices were so cheesy, it was pitiful. [1]

"'Stop! Don't open that door,'" Butterfly mocked in a low gruff voice.

"'But Chris is-,'" Matt responded in an overly sing-song, high pitched voice and they both erupted into fits of giggles. [2]

After the joking was put aside Matt explained the basic controls to Butterfly and helped her until the girl could mange by herself. The zombies didn't look very real and the game was actually pretty much just down to puzzles. After butterfly was killed by a stray zombie dog Matt took over the controls and got pretty far until he too died. The zombies, the dogs, the plants, and crows weren't that scary, in fact it was the last thing they feared but there was on thing that had them both shivering. The suspense. Throughout the game you just walked down the decorated halls of the old mansion you could hear the groaning and the moaning of the undead. You didn't know what door they were behind, you could only hear them as they scuffled around looking for your character. The music was really creepy too. Hours passed and eventually the creatures they fought got creepier, and so did the music.

Shivers ran down both of them as Matt slowly turned off the game after saving.

"It's….twelve," He stated as he looked at the clock. "You should probably…"

"Oh, yeah, right," She stood up on her legs that had fallen asleep and she winced and almost laughed at the fuzzy feeling in her legs. She walked over to the door and matt followed her and held it open for her.

"That was fun," he said with a smile. "You should come over again one time so we can finish it… but we'll keep the lights on next time…"

She laughed nervously as she scanned the empty, dark hallways of Wammy's. "Just because you almost wet yourself doesn't mean I did."

Matt smirked. "You're the girl, I'm just trying to keep you from getting freaked out. I wasn't scared at all."

"Pfft," She scoffed, "Yeah right, like I was scared!"

That's when they heard the distressed moan from down the hall, echoing off the walls. The both jumped and froze as the noise continued.

"Ughhhhh…. Mmhhgggggg," The deathly wails continued. They both exchanged a horrified look and in the black of night the hall's of Wammy's looked much like the zombie infested halls of the Spencer Estate [3].

"H-hey, Matt… mind if I stay with you tonight…? Please…?" She shivered; fear alit in her blue eyes.

Matt looked down at her, glad his goggles covered up his eyes so she wouldn't see how scared he really was. "Yeah," He forced his voice not to shake. "No problem…." He grabbed her arm just as another moan bounce around them, this one closer than the last. He yanked her inside the room and closed the door.

'What if they got Mello?" She asked, mentally frowning at how worried she was.

"Well…erm… I'd like to see a zombie try to take Mello down," He laughed nervously. "I highly doubt anyone could, I mean, that's just how Mello is." Matt really did think highly of Mello, to him nothing could touch his friend.

"But what if they catch him by surprise?" She asked paranoid.

Matt just shook his head.

Little did they know, Mello was silently laughing himself silly not too far away from the door. He grinned at the memory of seeing those two jump as he made those noises from down the hall. I must be pretty good. Who knew that walking by Striker's room at twelve would actually do some good. He had finished his studying but he was sure that Near would beat him again. As that thought ran by him he lost all the amusement with his prank. What's the point of even trying so hard if Near always wins? Wait, what am I saying? I Will beat him… I will win one day, I swear. A scowl appeared on the Blonde's face and he took a bite of his chocolate bar, snapping o a corner of it with his teeth with a satisfying crunch.

He yawned and made his way to his room and yanked the door open. His books and notebooks were set on top of the mess on his desk, a few broken pencils clattered to the wood surface, and he looked over at Matt's side of the room. If I had a camera…. He grinned at the sight of Matt huddled in his bed, looking like he was having terrible nightmares and also in his bed was a very scared looking Butterfly clinging onto a pillow fast asleep. Mello had to admit he felt kind of bad for giving them nightmares but the sight of them terrified in that bed together made him smirk a bit.

Butterfly made a small noise and rolled over so that her face was facing Matt's and Mello realized Matt forgot to take his goggles off, or his shoes for that matter. Grumbling, Mello walked over to his friend and pulled off the auburn –haired child's shoes one by one then pulled off his goggles and hung them on the bedpost like they usually were. Matt looked so young without those goggles, it was almost shocking. Mello sighed and moved over to Butterfly, not surprised to see that her shoes and one of her socks were missing. Mello rolled his eyes and pulled the blanket over them before making his way over to his own bed.

"G'night guys," He mumbled as he slipped under the blankets and eventually got his mind to calm down enough to allow him to fall asleep. He dreamt of chocolate and the day that he would finally top that damn albino.

L chewed the piece of cake he had just put in his mouth as he stared at the computer screen in front of him. He'd been at this all day, restlessly searching for that one man. His eyes narrowed a bit and his fork impaled the cake once again and brought the sweet treasure into his mouth. After swallowing he brought his thumb to his lip as he read over a murder report he had been sent. Nothing too suspicious that would give his identity away but I can't overlook anything… Where is he… He said there would be a challenge for me… Maybe it's possible that he's leading me on a wild-goose chase right now… that he's leading me around the globe…

"Perhaps," L said aloud and bit another piece of cake, his onyx eyes staring the computer down with that bored but passionate intensity they radiated. Then the screen turned into a video of the old man L had grown to respect.

"L," the man addressed.

"Yes, Watari?" L asked, picking at another piece of cake.

"I've just received an Email directed to you," Watari explained. "Would you like me to forward it?"

Directed towards me…

"Yes, of course," L replied in his monotone. "Thank you Watari." The man nodded and after a few moments the screen went black and received the message Watari had mention.

L's eyes scanned over it with interest and his thumb pulled at his message was =only one sentence long, only three words, but that one sentence was enough to spark his interest. It wasn't signed but L knew who had sent it right away.

Where is she?

L typed back, his two pointer fingers hitting each button at a rapid pace. After his one word reply was typed he pressed "send" and stared at the computer with interest.

Winchester.

A/N: Yay! It's finally done :D

[1] Resident Evil: Director's Cut. The voice acting is hilarious! :D

[2] The funniest line throughout the game if you ask me.

[3] Manision the game takes place in. Yes, this game still creeps me out D: But it's just the suspense eats at me.

Matt: So yeah… review and stuff… *goes back to playing a video game in the corner*