There were a few screw-ups in the first chapter that I overlooked when I was writing, but I’m too last to go and fix them xD For one, I put boys in an orphanage for girls. xD I wasn’t really paying attention at the time, and boys seemed more likely to be swinging swords around. Other than that, it was mainly mistakes where semicolons should have been when I put a comma. :P

This chapter is waaaaaaaaaaaaaay over due. D: Sorry for the laziness.

Oh, and the last time I wrote in first person was when I typed the last chapter, so forgive me for mistakes. :P

Death Note does not belong to me, sadly. )’:

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My suitcase packed, I put the last of Cira’s things into hers. It wasn’t much, but it was all we had ever known.

Let’s get our story straight shall we? At the time we were forced into the orphanage, I was 5 years old, Cira only previously born; she wasn’t even a year old yet. Our father was a lawyer, our mother a business woman. They were killed in a plain crash on their way to a business meeting in London for the main branch of my father’s firm. The engines had apparently given out just around the border. This tragedy happening, we ourselves only being toddlers, our Uncle easily took whatever we had to our name. Of course, I didn’t find this out until I was old enough to understand. Cira didn’t need to know; the orphanage was all she had even known, and I planned to keep it that way.

Until now.

With the possibility of being able to excel with my knowledge, I may have been able to help Cira with her future, once again as a mother would do for her child. And if Cira somehow had the mental capabilities as myself, then it was another win-win situation.

Grabbing hold of my little sibling’s bag, I held mine in the other hand as she grabbed onto my wrist. Quiet ‘thunk’s were heard as our loose shoes hit the floor before our feet did. We now had our jackets on, as well as scarves, giving us a similar appearance the dark haired boy downstairs. Our suitcases also made slightly louder thumps as I took them downstairs, hitting each time I went down a stair.

Descending the staircase for what was to be the last time, I saw that a rather large group of the orphanage’s occupants were gathered at the opening where we had been watching from earlier. It was such a sudden change in atmosphere; from the hyper, sugar crazed children from before to the now quiet and curious group before us now.

Of course, this was a sudden change on many levels. My sister and I were leaving without any warning, without any goodbyes. Well, Cira would be the only one who really needed to say goodbye to her friends; I think the others would actually be glad that I was leaving. I was just one less point of authority for them to have to deal with. But what about… everything? This was everything to us; it had been most of our lives. The Sisters, the large backyard, the dining hall; our life –mainly Cira’s- was etched into those walls.

It was as if we were leaving our very being behind.

But, at the moment, I was too excited to really care. It was a new life, one where we could pursue whatever we wanted out of living. One where new friends would blossom from, one where we could be surrounded by people just like us. It was an amazing feeling; like an emotional high.

Taking a deep breath, I looked up at the man who was going to take my life away. That wasn’t necessarily a horrible thing though. “We’re ready.”

He smiled his kind smile, the boy named Lawliet still close to him. Stares again with him, his large, dark eyes peeping over the oversized scarf. “Are you sure?” he asked. “No goodbyes or…” His voice trailed off.

I shook my head. “No sir. My sister and I are ready.” Despite my previous statement, the Sisters still came and said their goodbyes to use, a hug or two mixed in. I shivered a small bit; physical contact wasn’t exactly something I enjoyed very much.

The small group of older women finally dispersing, my sister in tow behind me, I walked over to Quilish and looked up at him as if I were saying, ‘Let’s go.’

He nodded, resting his hand lightly in between my shoulder blades as we headed towards the door. Cira looked back and gave a small wave at the group of children still gathered at the main room opening, then sped up to keep up with our longer strides. Lawliet was on the other side of the man, keeping stride with my steps.

As the chilled and crisp air hit our bodies, our bodies trembled slightly. Shrugging off Wammy’s hand from my back gently, I quickened my footsteps ever so slightly so that he wouldn’t do it again. That, and I was eager to get back out of the cold and into the warmth that the car produced.

Climbing into the back seat of the black car, Cira followed right behind me, claiming the window seat and closing the door behind her. Lawliet got in on the other side of the vehicle while Wammy put our bags into the trunk of the car, then proceeded to sit in the front seat on the same side as Lawliet. I heard him murmur, “And of we go…” It was silent then, the only noise coming from the slight humming of the car and the quiet crunching of snow outside, although that was hardly audible.

I was hardly paying attention to that though. Instead, my focus was on the boy on the opposite side of the seat as me. He sat rather peculiarly, with his knees up to his chest and one of his thumbs between his teeth while the other arm wrapped around his legs. And he, in turn, stared right back at me. Again.

“Why are you sitting like that?” I questioned, a puzzled look plastered onto my face. At my words, Cira took her gaze away from the ‘pretty white flakes’ as she called them in her own little three-year-old language and looked at Lawliet as I was.

“Simple.” he replied. “Sitting like this raises my deductive ability by 40%.”

‘Really…’ I pondered to myself. Without really thinking about it, I continued to stare at his position intently while proceeding to copy it by slowly raising my legs up to my chest. Cira, not wanting to be left out, quickly followed the change in my posture.

I could almost feel my thought process skyrocket; it was strange. Slightly startled, I trembled a small bit before getting used to it. Unfortunately, my legs apparently weren’t made to be in that type of position for too awfully long, and they gave out under me, sending them out in front of me and my back end plopping back into the seat of the vehicle. “Ow…” I mumbled quietly. Cira giggled, once again copying my movements. Apparently, she thought that it was type of game we were playing.

A low chuckle escaped Lawliet’s lips, and I glared angrily at him. “You shouldn’t laugh at a lady; it’s impolite!” I scolded him.

“Oh really?” he inquired, once again looking over at me. I could tell that Wammy was also amused while he listening, but I was taught to respect my elders by the Sisters, and I didn’t plan to go back on what I was taught.

“Yes really!” I spat. “At least, that’s what I’ve always been taught….” It was silent once again after that, the argument apparently not getting anywhere. It was slightly boring now, my eyes following the drops of water down the car’s window that the snow had made on impact. The sky was impossibly dark, the result of a long day; metaphorically speaking of course. The days were, in reality, much shorter than what we had been recently used to because of the winter.

Looking down at my sister, I saw her eyes slightly droop. Sugar crash; of course. “Tired Squirt?” I mumbled, gently ruffling her hair as she leaned against me.

“Mhm…” she yawned, now closing her large chocolate eyes.

“Thought so. You’ve been way to quiet.” I chuckled. Soon enough, her breathing evened out as sleep overcame Cira.

“Mr. Wammy?” I continued once I was sure she wasn’t going to wake up. My voice was still soft though; just in case.

“Yes Nina?” he replied, still keeping his gaze firmly on the road that stretched out in front of them. It was slippery, he couldn’t afford to look away from it at all and risk wrecking with us inside of it.

“I was wondering… will there be more of us? Like myself and Lawliet? Or are there already others?” My questions felt like they wanted to flow endlessly out of my mouth, but I quickly caught myself. Asking to many questions all at once was rude.

“There will be others. Soon, hopefully. There are many like you, Nina, with spectacular mental talent. I hope to make a world a better place with this idea of mine. (1) With the smartest people on the planet currently, we could quite possibly solve many of the cases that have plagued the Earth that the police alone have not been able to solve.”

“Oh….” That was all I had really wanted to know. If that was the case, then what I thought should be true. I would be surrounded by people like me; wouldn’t be shunned like I had been at St. Ivan’s.

It was quite a while before I fell asleep, the silent humming of the car slowly creating a sort of lullaby for me. The last thing I could truly remember was Lawliet also slightly start to dose off, his position faltering a bit as he became tired.

If only he knew that that was the plan of Lawliet’s killer in the future.

This is way to short for a comeback chapter, I know. )); Sorry. D: I think that most of these will be fairly short chapters up to a point. I plan to get off my lazy ass and start writing again. Well, not necessarily again, just getting back to work on some of my older pieces…

Remember people, I have a life and it doesn’t entirely revolve around writing. :P

Song used while typing- Rebirthing by Skillet