Not Friends [Near x reader]

Part 8- Your old friend

"Um, excuse me, I don't think you attend school at Daikoku Academy, may I ask your name?" The supervisor running the tests asked you as you nervously started sweating.

"U-um, I'm-"

"Her name is Akina Arume, although please call her (J/a)." L said before you could respond. Hmph.

"Oh, you're the girl who wanted to get into Daikoku but couldn't attend because of health problems? Are you alright now?"

"Um, yes, I'm better, but it's a pity I never got to go to the prestigious school Daikoku Private Academy, although at least I can try to apply for To-oh University. I read a lot of books so I think I can pass."

"Oh, well good luck, (J/a)! Seat 179, please." You go to your assigned seat while the supervisor was talking with Ryuzaki.

Oh wait. I'm suppose to call him Hideki Ryuga at school. He's obviously a pop star now.

"And...begin!" You snap out of your daze and begin wth the test. Most of it was quite simple, but you didn't want to stand out, so you purposely got two questions wrong. Though you so badly wanted to get them both right!

"Student #164! Sit up straight!" The supervisor barked as you turn your head to see he was yelling at "Ryuga."

Yep, typical.

You also notice he hasn't even begun, staring ahead of him, focusing on a caramel haired boy,

Light Yagami. Who apparently didn't notice you.

L, at least act a bit normal.

You sigh and slept for the rest of the time.

Your dream about your family.

Your mom is where you get your genetics from. (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes, and your beauty. You love your mom, but you hated her. She would comfort you when you didn't need comfort, and destroyed you when you desperately needed comfort.

He was so different from you. He stood out against the crowd and was never home. He had bloodied eyes, and would go on rants about numbers and death and jam. Maybe he was a statistician calculating the death and birth rates.

You also had a sister. She had her father's features, like her red eyes and beautiful Raven black hair, long and sparkly and mysterious. She was always everybody's favorite, and was older than you by a year or two. Everybody loved her, but you wanted to kill her.

Mom and Dad were always talking about her. Not like you were jealous.

You ran away a few times. When you slept, however, you always seemed back home and your parents never mention anything about running away in the morning. Maybe they didn't care enough to address the issue.

The next time you ran away, you faked sleep to see who carried you home and it turns out to be your sister, who you confronted that night and you poured out all your feelings about her. She don't judge you like everybody else did, and she says that she's cursed and that's why everybody's talking about her. You and her become good friends.

That is, until Dad takes her on a business trip with him, and jealousy and envy rose again. A week after that even worse things happen at school, and you could barely get up in the mornings. Not that your Mom cared. You and her moved to England to go on vacation to Dad's old house, when the worst happens. Actually, that's wrong. She wanted to abandon you there, leave you to die, but you were smart enough to call the police. The police thought this wasn't a very serious issue since you weren't hungry or bruised, and your mom pretended o get mad at you for prank calling the police, and had to take you on vacation with her, her writhing out words like, "What a waste of money," very 10 seconds.