Death Note one shots and short stories

My Parents

Tears streamed down my face as I stared at the photo album that I received from my 'aunt' when I was 12.

I just turned 18 and found out that my parents, weren't my parents. I was adopted as a baby.

They had no idea who my parents were. We only knew I was born April 27th, 2008, in England. They had adopted me from an orphanage in Winchester.

My life had been a lie, and now questions swirled in my mind.

Who were my parents? Why did they give me up? Didn't they want me? Were they unable to care for me?

I talked it over with my adoptive parents. They were very understanding.

"You guys will always by my parents, and I love you both. It's just..." I had trailed off, unsure of what to say. My mom gave me a teary smile.

"You want to know who your birth parents are. You want to know your heritage. It's okay honey. We understand. We will support you, always." She had replied.

Now I am in a hotel room, looking over the pictures of my childhood. It was late when I arrived in Winchester. I will have to check out the orphanage in the morning.

I thought about what I might learn tomorrow.

Would the orphanage have any information for me? Would they even know who my parents are? Where they are?

I have no idea, but it is the only lead I have.

(Next day)

I stood outside the only orphanage in town.

"This has to be the place." I muttered to myself as I slowly approached the iron gate in my rental car.

After a brief moment, the gate opened up. Someone must have noticed my car.

I drove up to the front door, passing groups of children playing in the yard.

I was met by a man with long white hair, who was still in his nightwear, despite it already being 10.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for the head of the orphanage." I stated as I got out of the car.

The man turned his gaze towards me, his grey eyes widening for a moment.

"Of course. Follow me." He said in a soft voice. The man led me through the orphanage and into a hallway on the left side of the building.

He asked me to take a seat as he knocked on the door to what appeared to be the main office. He was admitted, and closed the door behind him.

I have the feeling he was telling this person about my sudden appearance. I looked around the building, brushing my wild black hair out of my face, my stormy grey eyes taking in my surroundings.

It was only a couple of minutes later that the white-haired young man reappeared, allowing me into the office.

I introduced myself to the man behind the desk, a Mr. Ruvie. I then told him why I came here.

He asked me a couple of questions, his eyes widening as I answered with the same answers I received from my adoptive parents.

"So now, I'm just wondering if it is possible to find out more about my biological parents." I finished.

He turned briefly to one of the drawers in his desk, opening one and pulling it out.

Without a word he handed me a picture.

I focused on the photograph. There were two young adults, about my age in the photo. One was a girl, with long (color) hair and bright (color) eyes. I took a long look at the girl in the photo. She felt oddly familiar, despite the fact that I've never seen her before.

It was then I realized the girl had a familiar face. Except for the hair and eyes, her face is the face I see when I look in the mirror.

I turned to the young man and froze at the sight. He would have been fairly tall, if it hadn't been for the obvious slouch. He wore plain looking clothes, a simple long sleeve white shirt and a pair of jeans.

What made me freeze were his hair and eyes. His hair was the exact shade of black that I had. His hair was very wild looking, just like my hair. His eyes were the same color as mine. I had the same eye shape as the girl, and her hair style was more similar to mine than his was.

Were these my parents?

"You look a lot like them, don't you think? There was only ever one baby born in this orphanage. Normally we find children and remove them from unsafe homes. You look just like these two, and were born on the exact day she had her daughter. If you were adopted from here as a baby, then that means these are your parents. Do you mind if we do a quick DNA test before we continue this conversation?" Mr. Ruvie asked.

I gave him permission, my mind racing with everything I have learned in just a short time.

It didn't take long for the test results to come back. There must have been a DNA lab nearby, though that makes no sense to me. This is an orphanage, not a science lab.

"The results are positive. She is their daughter." The young woman told him.

"Thank you Ainsley. You are dismissed." She nodded and left the room.

"This is an orphanage for very gifted children. Ainsley works at the local hospital as a forensic scientist at the local hospital. She can be very discreet when it comes to the orphanage." Mr. Ruvie turned to look at the photograph, before he turned to me.

"Tell me, miss. Have you ever heard of Kira?"

Of course, I had heard of Kira, but I didn't know much about the case. It was a big case around the time I was born. Apparently Kira was a supernatural murderer in Japan or something in the mid 2000s. L defeated him when I was like 4.

Mr. Ruvie told me the true story, but I could tell it wasn't the whole truth.

The guy in the photo was the original L. My father. The girl, my mother, was named (First Name). They were orphans from this orphanage. They had grown up together, the best of friends. They began dating when they were 16, and got married 4 years later.

They went to Japan together to solve the Kira Case. He was killed by Kira the November before I was born. My mother had never had the chance to tell him she was pregnant.

I felt bad for my mother when I heard that. Apparently they had talked about how they wanted to raise a family. To have the loving family life, they were denied growing up. He said that they had planned on starting a family once Kira was taken care of.

My mother's pregnancy came at the most dangerous time, yet she was so excited. She had told Mr. Ruvie once, during a difficult night, that she was going to tell L that day. She had a doctor's appointment, and had gone to it on her own, hoping to surprise her husband.

"She had returned to turmoil. L was already dead, and the task force members were panicked."

She had stayed long enough to go through the funeral, but had to return to England. It was too dangerous in Japan for her to stay.

"I thought L caught Kira in 2013?" I asked in confusion.

"L had a couple of successors, in case something happened to him. It was one of these successors that took on the mantle of L."

Mr. Ruvie continued to explain that (First Name) wanted to keep me. I was the only thing she had from her husband and she would always love me and cherish me.

"However, the pregnancy was very difficult for her. By the time of your birth, she simply didn't have the strength to pull through. She used the last of her energy to bring you into the world and asked us to find you the loving home they had been denied."

I gave the photo a sad smile, tears in my eyes.

"Her wish was granted. The couple that adopted me were amazing people. I really love them, but I just needed to know about my biological parents. Thank you sir. For telling me about them."

"You are welcome miss. I am only sorry you couldn't get to know them. They were truly amazing people."

"They truly sound like wonderful people. I kind of feel like I do know them. Thank you again."

That night I smiled as I went to sleep. I dreamed of what could have been my life had Kira never killed my father.

(Bonus)

Up in heaven a young couple smiled as they watched their daughter going to sleep.

"She is right (First name). Your wish did come true." L turned to his wife.

She smiled up at him from her place on his shoulder.

"I love you L. Always."

"I love you too, my wonderful wife."

They stood there for a few minutes later, before L broke the silence again.

"I wonder if Watari has any cake left. I'm really in the mood for shortcake."

(First name) laughed as she chased after her sugar loving detective.

Even death wouldn't stop L from wanting his sweets.

The young woman turned back to the window she was standing at. She smiled at the 18 year old daughter she never had the chance to know.

"We love you sweetheart. I wish we could have been there for you, but I am so glad to have a loving family. Sweet dreams honey."

Then she turned to join her husband.