So I want you all to imagine being in a room, there are four blank walls, a blank ceiling and blank floor. No doors, windows or any cracks. Nothing else is in the room right? Now, picture Light Yagami magically teleports in the room, but you can't see him. However, his head is swollen fifteen times the size it usually is and shaped like a light bulb. He thens pulls down on his red tie, making his entire head light up the room. Ryuk then walks trough the wall and grins evilly at you as he pulls out a hammer. He raises it and hits Light's head with it, making his lightbulb head shatter into a million pieces and you are once again, surrounded in pitch black. It would dark without Light, right? This one shot is not dark, but I felt I should still put up a warning for those who don't like dark topics.

What the hell did I just I write...? 😂

*** Hey guys! So I got my first request and I am very happy to be writing it!

This one shot is dedicated to -Beauty-Areum- , so I hope you like it!☺️

I also got really into this, so it's really freaking long.***

~ Your point of view ~

I have gotten used to the noise of city which never sleeps. People's faces blurred around me as they all bustled down the dark street. I watched the surroundings change from branch of an old oak tree.

Most people give me looks as if they are terrified of me. It may be my appearance or just the fact that I'm a teenager in tree looking down upon them. I haven't changed my clothes in eight days, let alone eat or sleep. I've always been an insomniac, meaning I never got much sleep anyways, but now the bags under my eyes were very noticeable, almost as dark as what I was wearing. My outfit was all black. I wore the black windbreaker and black running pants that I wear at track meets.

Others would try to get me down, offered food and shelter. I ignored them, not responding with any signs of acknowledgement towards the strangers of the city. I didn't see the point in trying to be friendly anymore, I saw too much, I felt too much. Now, my heart has been placed inside a bottle, drifting out sea, and never to be found again.

The time was dawn when I first saw him. He walked down the street in his brown trench coat and hat, looking up every tree. This is it, someone had finally told the police about the creepy girl in the tree. No shame in hiding it now, if I bolted he would surely see, so there I remained until he approached the trunk of my oak tree.

"Hello, you must be Miss (Y/l/n), I presume?" The man had English accent as he looked upwards, his glasses reflecting the early morning rays.

I looked over him, curious of how he knew my name, but didn't open my mouth to ask.

"I understand if you do not wish to talk," the man lowered his voice, "the detective known as L has sent me here to find you and offer you a better home than this tree of yours."

L, the worlds greatest detective? He must be working on the Bronze Butcher case. Just thinking about it made me tense up.

The man bowed his head, "My sincerest apologies about your family, I would like to let you know that L is doing everything he can to catch him and bring him to justice."

I reluctantly climbed down the tree and watched the man in front of me carefully. My expression remained still as he lifted his head slightly and his eyes met mine.

"If you would please follow me, I'll take you to the limousine where you will meet L." He raised his left arm, gesturing for me to link arms with him. I just stared outstretched limbs as he lowered them.

He lead me through the crowd of people. Mothers pulled their children back from me in ridiculous manners. I just stared at the back of his trench coat, making sure not to lose sight of it. He lead me to a limousine that way parked just out of the city. He opened the door and I hesitantly climbed in.

Inside, crouched a man with spiky black hair. Under his gray eyes were dark bags that could be competition against my own. He wore a white long sleeved shirt with baggy blue jeans and no shoes. His eyes snapped up and looked into mine. He pulled a red lollipop from his mouth, "I'm L, and this is Watari." He gestured to the man who was climbing in the front seat.

I said nothing in response and sat down next to him seeing that Watari had already began driving. I looked down on the floor and saw a file ajar. Pictures of a crime scene was were poking out from the papers in front of it. I saw the smashed blue vase that was splatted in blood on the corner of one the pictures... It was from my house. My head began to hurt and my breath speed up as the night replayed itself.

•~•~•~•~•

- Flashback -
(This is part of the slight darkness I was warning about, skip if needed)

I was on my way home from the track meet, my bag swinging on my shoulder as I was just about to start walking up the driveway when a male figure through the front door of the house, a butchers knife in hand. He closed the door behind him as he walked around the house.

I ran up to window as I watched him walk over to my sleeping parents, his foot steps squeaking against the wooden floorboards as he grinned between the two. He lifted his right hand, the blade reflecting the light that was casting of the screen of the television. He bent his arm around my mother's neck, a thin red line appearing as the blade followed. I bit down on my hand, trying to keep in the screams of terror.

My father woke up, causing the man to quickly switch bodies and do the same to my father. My father's almost lifeless eyes looked over at me. Blood was leaking heavily out of my parents' necks and down their bodies, onto the couch and floor. The man watched until he satisfied when both of their chests stopped rising. He then cleared the coffee table in front of them. He picked up my mother's lifeless body and laid her across it.

My hand was by now bleeding as well, tears were stinging my face as my head began to spin. I knew what happened next from the news reports on him.

Dismemberment.

I bent down and closed my eyes tightly as I heard the small popping sounds. One... Two.. It ended with thirteen in total. I heard the squeal from the couch as weight was lifted off from it. I heard a thud, followed by a splat. Then thirteen more popping sounds.

The entire time my eyes were closed, all I could see was my father's eyes locking onto mine as he gave his final breath. The color washing out of his face as he did so, the blood dripping out of the cut in his neck. I sat down and gripped the grass, pulling it out of the ground.

•~•~•~•~•

- Present Time -

"Are you okay?" L asked, his eyes shining with the slightest bit of concern. I didn't respond, I only bent down and pushed the pictures under the papers, masking them completely. I closed the file so nothing else was disturbed. I sat back up and stared at the cover of the paper file as the rest of the ride was in silence.

"Master L, we are here." The man parked the car and stepped out. Seconds later, he opened the door at my side, allowing the bright sunlight to temporarily blind my vision. He stepped back, gesturing for me to leave the car.

I slid out the door and scanned my eyes over the parked black helicopter in front of me. L got out behind me, holding the file above his eyebrows to block out the sun's rays. We appeared to be on the roof of a building that towered over a city.

Watari closed the car door and opened the back helicopter door, "This will fly us to the orphanage, we should arrive in roughly three hours."

L climbed up the steps first and I followed behind him, Watari behind me. One of the men in the front climbed out one of the front doors and to the limousine, driving it to another location.

I sat down and put the seatbelt on as L told me to. The back of the helicopter was small with four seats in total, two on either side. There was a small window in between the seats and a table right below it.

I looked through the glass, seeing the city shrink as we rose through air, eventually into the clouds. I looked over at L who was crouched in a seat, I studied the his seatbelt closer and saw that it was customized to fit his sitting position.

He had the file open so only he could see the contents as his eyes scanned the pages. A piece of cake was next to the file, he stabbed it and was about to put it in his mouth, "Maybe you should try to get some sleep." He put the cake in his mouth and looked up from the files.

I just stared back, my eyes completely emotionless. I tapped my fingers on the table silently.

"I understand that must sound ridiculous coming from me," L closed the file and watched me, "when we arrive at Wammy's House, you will get to choose a new name for yourself, a mononym or alias as you may call it. You have a full day to decide, when that day has passed, you must choose your new name and take the entrance test. The orphanage's main purpose is to find a child both worthy and capable enough to be my successor. Based on your academic scores, there is a high chance you will get in, around 90.5%."

Not to anyone's surprise, I didn't respond. L continued, as he already figured I wouldn't, "Until then, we will have Near and Mello show you around the place. I have to leave shortly after we get you situated and fly back." The rest of the flight was silent except for L's fork clinking against the plate as he cut through the slice of cake.

"We should land in three minutes and you might want to wipe your face off." L ate the last of the dessert and set down his fork. He slid a hand wipe across the table. I opened it and wiped it across my cheeks, curious as to what he was talking about. When I pulled it away I saw that it was stained a dark red-orange.

Dried blood.

I finished wiping my face and looked out the window as we lowered in altitude. The helicopter came to a stop as it parked on yet another roof.

Watari opened the door, letting L and I out and into another limousine. Watari then opened the door to black vehicle, as we slid back in. The drive was short as Watari stopped in front a set of large metal gates. "Welcome to Wammy's House." Watari said as the gates became unlocked as we walked through.

The orphanage was fairly large in size and had a massive yard surrounding it, along with a tall fence that went around the entire yard.

Watari opened the front doors as we walked inside and L directed me into office labeled 'Roger Ruvie'. I assume the older man who sat behind a grand desk was Roger. Two kids around my age sat in the chairs in front of the desk.

One had chin length blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. He wore a dark vest with black plants. A crimson rosary hung around his neck. His looked me up and down as he bit into a chocolate bar dramatically.

The other wore baggy white pajamas and white socks. His left hand was twirling his curly hair white and had gray eyes that looked lost. He held a gray toy robot in his right hand, his left leg was bent and brought close to small frame.

"Hello, my name is Roger Ruvie. This is Mello," Roger gestured to the blonde and then to the albino, "and this is Near. They have to the two highest ranks here at Wammy's and will be showing you around today."

The two boys stood up and walked over towards us. I looked over at L who smiled softly and nodded his head. I let them pass me as Mello opened the door, not holding it open as it almost hit Near in the face.

"Mello." Roger said from his desk.

Near walked through the doorway, unlike Mello he held it open for me. I could sense the tension as they lead me down the corridor.

"This is cafeteria. Breakfast is served at 8 and goes until 9:30 AM, lunch is served from 12 to 1:30 PM and dinner is severed from 6 to 7:30 PM." Mello spoke dully as he pointed to a room on our left.

After three more rooms were shown, Mello stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me. He took the few steps in between us and looked me in the eye, "Why are you so much like that sheep?" He pointed to Near. I returned his gaze, not flinching from the sudden harshness like he wanted me to.

"Just leave her alone." Near said monotonously, making Mello growl as he furiously walked down the corridor and turned to the right, disappearing from sight.

"I'll give you the rest of tour, there isn't much left." Near said as he went in the direction of Mello but stopped several doors down. Near opened the door labeled 'Library', revealing a medium sized room with dozens of book shelves and a few tables.

A young blonde girl sat at table less than two feet away from the door. She frowned at her pen began shaking it, "Why won't you work?" She hit hard it on the table in anger, causing it to explode. Red liquid splattered everything within a five foot radius, including Near and I.

I looked over at Near who was closer to the now crying girl. He panned his eyes over in my direction. His white clothes stained with red ink. His face was covered, the red liquid dripping down his face and neck. I tensed up and walked backwards slowly. My back hit the door, causing it fly open and I fell down, not once removing my eyes from the liquid that resembled blood.

•~•~•~•~•

- Timeskip -
(More darkness awaits you)

I looked down at the blurred blades of grass that I had pulled out of the ground. I waited for the figure to leave through front door and watched him run down the street.

My mind began racing until I remembered my sleeping baby brother. He was upstairs. I let go of the grass and quietly ran around back, ducking out sight from the light that casted from the interior of the house. I climbed up the tree nearest to his window. If I had entered through the front, there was a chance the man could see me enter the house.

I carefully walked across a branch that went in his window's direction. When I reached the window, I squinted trying to see through the very dark room. I was relieved that he was covered in his blanket, not making a single noise to indicate he was there.

I opened the window slowly, as not to make any sound. I got the window open wide enough for me to slither through the gap. I dropped my bag and ran over to him, a tear falling through my eye as I looked down at the crib.

I left him in his blanket as I picked him up and hugged him, only for him to fall apart in my arms. I found my self only holding the slightly damp cloth as small thuds hit the ground. I let out a small yelp before covering my mouth my hand. I looked down.

My baby brother was now lying in pieces on the carpet floor.

•~•~•~•~•

- Present Time -

Near walked over cautiously, as if trying not alarm me, "It was only ink. It's nothing less, nothing more."

He held out a hand, I let him help me up. His eyes looked me up and down, "Are you alright?"

For the first time in eight days, I spoke.

"No." I said quietly, masking my face back to it's emotionless state.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, letting the library door close as he stood outside it's doors.

"No." I responded.

"I am going to to show you to your room so you can get cleaned up. While you're doing that, I'll go back to my room and do the same," Near lead me down a series of hallways before stopping in front of a door, "this is your room, my room is the one right across the hall. I'll be back in ten minutes to finish the tour."

I nodded as I opened the door and closed it behind me. I walked in and saw a bathroom to my right. I stepped further in and saw a bed in the far corner of main room, next to it was bedside table. A closet shared the wall of the bathroom.

I opened the closet door and found another black sweater and pair of black jeans. I pulled them out of the closet and changed quickly into the clean clothes. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

Tiny dots of red ink were splattered across my face, standing out against my current panda look. I washed the ink off and brushed my fingers through my hair.

A knock on the door pulled me away from the mirror. I opened it to see Near standing there, his expression reflected mine, "There are only a few other places I need to show you."

After the tour was finished he brought me back to me room, "Have you thought of your new name?"

"(Y/a/n)."

•~•~•~•~•

- Timeskip ~ Four days later -

I made it into the school, tying with Near on the entrance exam score. The two of us were currently walked down to art class together, neither of us speaking to each other, for it was a comfortable silence between us.

I opened the door and held it open for Near as we took our seats at our usual table. For this project we had to paint an animal. Ironically, I chose a panda whereas Near decided on a polar bear.

"I'm getting more white, do you need some?" I offered monotonously to which he nodded. I got up and started walking towards the paint cart.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mello nod to Matt who sighed and knocked over a large bowl of dark red paint, sending it across the floor in my direction. I then was tripped by Mello and fell face first into the paint. I froze as the liquid began stinging my eyes.

•~•~•~•~•

- Last Flashback -
(Still kind of dark)

The knife was on the floor next to him. I picked up my bag and ran downstairs, hiding behind the kitchen counter as I heard the man swing open the front door, not bothering to close it all the way. "Where did you think you were going?" I heard a low growl as he jogged up the stairs.

I came out of hiding and began running for the front door, tripping on something sphere shaped and landing in a sticky liquid. I looked down at my feet and saw my mother's bloody head wobble in between my feet. I quickly stood up and bolted out of the door, feeling my clothes stick to my skin. I ran out of the house and didn't look back once.

I made it to a nearby gas station without being noticed. I walked around to bathroom in the back and locked the door behind me. I pulled my black windbreaker and black running pants out of my bag, wanted desperately to get out of these bloody clothes.

I changed and ran the bloody clothes over to sink, washing the blood out of the them. Luckily, the blood not dry so it was fairly easy to get out. After the clothes were washed to best they could, I stuffed them into my gym bag.

I felt so sick and my heart was completely broken.

I opened the door and ran my bag over to the large garbage bin. I 'dropped' it in mud so no would think much of it and threw it in the bin. I then looked around and made sure no one saw me. I walked down the streets and into the city.

I came across an oak tree and climbed up it, sitting on a branch and not moving from it for eight days.

•~•~•~•~•

- Last Present Time Change -

"(Y/a/n)." I heard Near and stool scrape across the floor as someone jumped out of it.

"Someone told me about your incident with the pen, black sheep." Mello chuckled into my ear as I tried to stand up.

"(Y/a/n)." Near repeated again, I felt his small hands grip my upper arms as he helped me up. Before he could say anything else, I started running. I pushed open the classroom doors and ran down the hallway, shaking as I did so.

"(Y/a/n)!" I heard the teacher yell from her room, followed by Mello laughing. I hate him, I hate him more than anything.

I take that back, I hate the Bronze Butcher more than anything. Mello is right next in line after him.

I took several turns, getting lost as I did so, 'Maybe I would get lost and no one would ever find me.'

I finally came to stop when I reached end of an unfamiliar hallway. I sat down and stared at ground as I heard footsteps walking my direction.

"(Y/a/n)." Near said quietly as he sat down to the left of me. I turned to face him. I don't know why I did so, but I wrapped my arms around his torso. He stiffened at first but then quickly relaxed. He rose his right arm and brought it to my hair instead of his, twisting it around his finger.

"You're okay now, nothing can hurt you here... I won't let anything hurt you." He said quietly and let my hair go, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"Tell me everything." He whispered as if he read my thoughts. I told him the events of that night as he listened to every word I said, draping his arm around me and holding me close to him.

***A/n - Sorry if this was bad and you didn't like it, I tried to write something dark but I think I failed it. All those times I have watched the series Dexter over and over, and I still can't write a good death scene. Oh well...