Death Note Too

[L Lawliet]

Death Note Too
an original wammy house fanfic

you’ve read and enjoyed the stories of L and his comrades,
and you’ve learned all about the wammy kids- or have you?
don’t be so easily fooled, for secrets lay beneath the
trio’s belts, one that can still make them shiver in broad daylight.
you know, they weren’t always rivals.

[L Lawliet]

intro: me

I blinked at myself, looking in the mirror. I had not changed much, ever since I was little I was the one who dressed in dresses and wore only the fanciest of attire to school and outings. The other students of course would praise me for my upkeep, although it was harder than they thought. They would look at me and see tea parties and expensive occasions. And they were right about all of that.

You see, I had come from what others called money. I had grown up in a house more than big enough to be comfortable, and was used to the finest. I got good grades in school, and had the best of friends- ones who loved me for who I was. But what comes around goes around I guess. I was in for a real heartbreak, when I came home from the football champoinship. Our school team had won, and I was still smiling when I went to unlock our front door. Mother and Father would be alseep by now ...

So why was our front door unlocked? I would have figured they would remember to lock it tonight- unless they were being polite and left it unlocked for me? Of course, that was my first thought. For me. I guess it proves just how self-centered I was at the time. I still regret that first thought. To be quite blunt, the door was not unlocked for me or for any person. I found this out after entering my home, calling out somewhat quietly. No answer. I could not hear the buzz of my parents’ fan as they slept, so they had not gone to bed yet. Did they wait for me? For me. No, they did not wait for me.

Maybe they would have, if a vile human being had not broken in that night. The criminal must be skilled, for the door was expertly tampered with. That was what the plice said when I called them over. I even cried for an ambulance, though I knew with one look that both of my parents could not have survived the loss of blood they did at the time. I could tell by the looks and the body language of the police officers too, the way they hid their pity for me. For me.

I could still tell it was there though, deep in their eyes. They almost forgot I had been rated a genius on my school testing- almost. But they did remember, and that is how I wound up at the Wammy House- orphanage for the gifted children. I liked it there, no one pitied me. They had gone through similar situations as I, and they had no right to feel sorry.

[Pickles]

I can't guess who you're talking about here. It sounds like what happened to Misa's parents, but she never went to Wammy's, and since you said the character wore dresses I can only assume it's female. It was very good though, I look forward to your future installments.

[L Lawliet]

chapter one: spectrum

I slumped against a brick wall. I was outside; well we were if you counted the other Wammy children who romped around with dodgeballs and hackeysacks. They yelled and laughed, although I could see not every one of them was happy- even if they weren’t blatantly obvious about it. The sunlight shifted, and a cloud swerved out of the direct ray, shining the brightness right into my eyes. Awh great- that’s pretty cute. I squinted, trying to duck away from its harsh burn. Succeeding in my efforts, I scooted over and settled not far from where I had been, and sighed.

It was a nice day, I would admit that much. The sun, though harsh, was warm and there were merely a few wispy clouds lingering in the sky. It was one of those days that made you think of Snow White, with all of the chirping birds and friendly animals. But there were no animals here- just children and some old man named Roger. And then there was this guy who’d occasionally visit, he called himself Ryuzaki. Well, whoever that was- he was one smart cookie. Most of the others crowded to talk to him, though I saw no point in it. He was going to come back anyway, why rush it? I had noticed I was not the only one who disagreed with the rabid behaviour of some orphans around Ryuzaki. There were a few others who would hang back and just glare. Well, one would glare. The other was always doing some tricked out puzzle, and the third was never seen without his gameboy.

They seemed like an interesting bunch, always assuming they were a bunch. The three hardly conversed, and all seemed to be caught up in their own world and thoughts. The albino with the puzzles never stopped to relax, his shoulders always tense as if he were on edge or something. The blonde with the chocolate never slowed down. For goodness’ sake, the boy was obviously hurt inside, from what I could tell by his actions, so it might not hurt him to take a chill pill. As for the gameboy kid, well, he was just there. Either way, I had noticed an air of indifference about them, something the others here did not possess.

Eventually getting bored trying to understand life in general, I reached into this knit bag I carried around, and extracted a shiny silver book from it. This was my diary, sort of. I recorded events rather than thoughts, so you could call it a personal log. But before I went any further, I looked at the bag. It was the last gift from mother before the ordeal, and even though it’s been years since that fateful day- I still carried it with me. Oh yeah, I was 8 when that occured, and I am 13 now.

In this admittance here I guess I should state me name. But no one calls me by my name anymore- they just call me Mirror. So I suppose that is what you should know me as, since my life has been dumped into some top secret genius pit that requires codenames and secrets. Alright, I admit I sound bitter about living here. Its not that I don’t enjoy everything- I do. It’s just too soon to be thrust upon me. Its one of those things that make you want to spill your guts to someone you’re close to; except, no one I know now is close to me. And as I blink as the sun reappears brightly from behind a cloud, I notice no one makes a move to try to know me anyway. Was I like those quiet ones that seemed reclusive in a world of hermits? Either way, it didn’t matter. I could change things without upsetting the balance here at Wammy- I hoped.

Blinking, I shifted in my spot, and realized I was still holding my personal log. Reaching back behind my head, I pulled a stubbly pencil from its perch in my hood. I kept all sorts of stuff back there, things I might need throughout the day such as this pencil. But something else made me shift once more, and I looked up from opening my silver book. At first it was hard to tell what triggered my reaction, but then I spied a small kid staring curiously at me. Oh, great, it was that weird albino. “What do you want?” I scoffed without kindness.

“You are Mirror?” His reply was so high pitched that it startled me, and I could only blink for a moment before nodding. “I am Near, as you may have already assumed. What brings you here?” His question was so normal, I wondered if I was interpreting it correctly. What brings me here? The question seemed to buzz in my head, and I knew it was obvious. My parents died. But I could run away at any time, no one was stopping me. So why was I still here? I suppose I felt at peace here, abd maybe I foolishly hoped for a few allies or even friends.

“I guess I just like it here. It’s a safe place to be, for the time being.” I replied after a moment of thought. For the time being, hm. How long would that time be? Surely no one knew at this point. “Nevermind why we are here, I think the question would be why are we still here, Near.” I pointed out. I proceeded to fold my book up and shove it in my knit bag, and tuck my pencil in my hood once more. His gaze was unnerving, I realized, and itched to go somewhere else. To make my intents clear, I stood myself up, and brushed my dress off before looking back at him. He took no notice.

“You may be right, Mirror.” He acknowledged, curling a piece of his whtie hair around his finger and twirling it. He said noting more, so I lifted my chin and lowered it in a nod before turning away and trotting towards the Wammy House doors. Something told me that today would be a good day to read up on my psychological facts. They had always called me the philisphical and psychological genius, and said I was on a different end of the spectrum than the more common mathematical and scientific geniuses.

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[cottonball]

Very interesting ... I like the path this story is taking. Please continue!

[mellodramatic]

i know who Mirror is!!!

[L Lawliet]

chapter two: plausible

The library was nothing special here, there were just a lot of books. The entire staff was proud of it- and they might as well be if they did not know what a real library consisted of. Back at home, we had the biggest and best of libraries. I spent a lot of time there- I would know. But then again I was not little orphan Mirror at home. Things change, and I guess we as people just have to flow with it. I looked over my shoulder as a thump disturbed my reading, and saw a little boy bending down to pick up a thick novel he had dropped. People fall, people drop things- but we always fix our mistakes. Sometimes I wonder if the life lesson is not to learn to love, but to amend for yourself. Love gets you nowhere anyway and it only leads to hurt sometime.

But I don’t reprimand those who do fall in love. Or have the ability to love passionately. It’s a wonderful thing, really. But they must prepare their hearts and mind to the ache that comes with it after that object of love is gone. That was always the hardest part for me- not accepting but learning to fill that hole with mere vastness. Thoughtfully, I plucked my iPod out of my bag, and stuffed the headphones in my ears, spinning the wheel and pressing a few buttons before the song I’m Yours by Jason Mraz began blasting in my ears. No noise could be heard now, and my reading would stay peaceful for the time being.

Well, so I thought. There must be a report due in one of the classes, I came to figure after watching the children race to the bookshelves and shove each other aside on the way. I spotted the albino from before reaching to extract a hardcover book from its place when a taller and blonde boy shoved him aside. The albino, Near, held a stoic expression, but I noticed his shoulders sag, and a change in his aura. Well, the nonmagical idea of an aura that I could notice. Its kind of like walking into the room and feeling tension, but different because I was feeling some sort of sadness here.

With a growl, I ripped the headphones out of my ears and stomped over to the pair, not hesitant about anything now. When I noticed someone was hiding feelings for any certain reason, I felt I had to get up and fix the problem for them due to their incapability or fear to. Friggen bullies like this blonde here would never get anywhere in life, I thought harshly as I reached the two. In a swift movement, I thrust my leg out to kick the blonde in his shin, before reaching out with one hand to swivel him around. He ended up spinning and falling over my leg, crashing down beside the bookcase. I loomed over him, my green eyes glaring.

“Back off, you hear?” I snapped, putting my hands on my hips. “Leave the little kids alone, dammit.” Of course I was young to be swearing, but that might have been one of the advantages to having no parents. You could get away with little things like that more often. Not that I would try to get off with anything too serious, mind. The blonde looked up at me with a sneering look on his face.

“Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?” He growled, scooting out from under me to get to his feet. He wiped his hands on his pants, as if he had done some hard labor. Ha, was it that hard to pick on someone smaller than you? Either way, I let myself be overtaken by my former arrogance I had possessed when I was just a rich little girl. My nose immediately went into the air and I felt my aura change.

“Mirror.” I sniffed, now having to look up at him. He seemed to be about my age, though I was never the tallest in my class. I stood about Near’s height, though I was sure the albino was somewhat younger. “And who are you to be messing with people like that?” I retorted angrily, taking a step forward. The blond put his hands up, a smirk on his face.

“Chill. I am Mello.” Without even answering my question he turned on his heels and strode away, though I could not care to find out where. I whirled around and faced Near, who still held an impassive look on his face. His aura was warmer though, happier.

“That Mello is an ass.” I stated flatly, before leaving the boy and grabbing my bag. I did not expect a thank you and I did not receive one. Packing the book I rented and the rest of my belongings, I slung the strap over my shoulder and began to head out, not looking back at the albino boy who could not protect himself. I had things to do, you see. And although I just saved his butt, I did not want to be roped into a long conversation about math or something stupid. If anything right now, I wanted to talk about psychology and the actions Mello took against Near today. Was there a reason behind them?

S’not like I cared much anyway. He was just another orphan. Well that was what my mind wanted me to believe; my pampered and spoiled mind. But what did my heart say? Did it tell me that something bigger was going on here- something more than a bit of bullying? I would hastily agree that it was nothing, but I thought back to the situation. Near of course was trying to be impassive but failed to my expertise. Mello on the other hand … He was hiding something too. I could tell by the tense shoudlers he harbored. They were not rigid, but uplifted and tense. As if he was nervous, or even thinking about something else at the time. What else could he be thinking of? Home, perhaps?

It was plausible, but definitely not proven yet. As I walked through the deserted halls to my bedroom, I agreed I would think more on this puzzle later. A psychological mystery- always my favorite. Puzzles were more of that Near kid’s type, just those ones you could see in front of you. He had the advantage- he could see each and every piece all the time as he solved the puzzle. I had to pull my own bits of pieces together and then make them a whole. But I loved every step of the way so it all works out.

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[M4ttyB43r]

i demand more.. nao! D:< it's amazinggg

[mellodramatic]

o crap...maybe Mirror is just some random chick...but i know who Blue is!!!!!!