Death Note: Incognito

126 - Dreams

The next two months were Hell for the new year.

Boucher had successfully left the submarine with Yamamoto. The seventh Kira had hidden a smaller sub that was man-operated within the electronic sub. This submarine was operated like a bike, pushing levers. I don't have a GPS, and there isn't much food to survive on. At the end of this, they'll probably have police blocks on every coast. He turned to face the sleeping victim of Kira. I might be at a dead end for now. We'll have to ride up to the surface every couple of hours for oxygen. Jonathan Boucher sighed. Everything electronic has been wiped out.

The ocean...it's so dark. Boucher couldn't even use a flashlight. He looked in the glove department for matches, happening to find a few left in an old box. Like these'll help...

**
1990
Yamamoto was dreaming heavily. "Yamamoto, you're an orphan. No one knows who your parents are, and the only thing we can find is your name. You were born around November 22nd, 1985."

"Everyone else has parents. Why don't I?" A small, young Yamamoto looked into the eyes of a police officer.

"That's just how it works for some people, kid. You either have parents, or you don't." The police officer drove the five-year old Yamamoto to a local Japanese orphanage.

**
1993
"Look at Yammy! Big glasses and thin, too. What a geek!" Lots of children laughed at the eight-year old.

Yamamoto sniffled. "At least I'll do something meaningful in life. You guys will probably end up in jail."

The biggest kid sneered. "You'll end up six feet under." He proceeded to beat Yamamoto.

Why are they all so mean?
**
1993
"A man's here for the Yamamoto kid. He's old. Bet the kid'll be an orphan again soon." The receptionist reported. "Yamamoto... No last name? Yamamoto, come here! Someone's here to get you."

I haven't done anything! Maybe this person has information on my parents? Yamamoto was walking towards the door when he heard someone yell, "Get your shit! You're not coming back here, boy."

He rushed to his bed. Not coming back?! Yamamoto grabbed the few items he had, and carried them to the main entrance. A white, elderly man was sitting there. He was wearing a fedora, and a rather nice suit. He looks like a cop.

The man greeted him. "Are you Yamamoto?" Yamamoto nodded. The elderly man stuck his hand out to him. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Quillsh Wammy."

"You paid for the kid, right? Get outta here." The nurse hissed.

Mr. Wammy smiled at the woman. "Thank you. Yamamoto, please come with me."

A fancy car awaited the two outside of the building. "Please step in the back of the car." Yamamoto did as he was told, and Wammy jumped into the driver seat. "Yamamoto, I am excited to bring you home. We'll be flying to England, where I own a place called Wammy's House. You're going to live there from now on."

It sounds like a mental asylum. CJ was right, I'm going to end up six feet under. Fearing death, the boy began to cry.

"No one will be mean to you at Wammy's House. The children and staff are very kind." Wammy glanced back to the boy. "You're being taken here for a few reasons. You're a very smart boy, Yamamoto. Not genius level, but you're above most of society. Don't let this strengthen your ego, however. You are wanted for a very dire purpose, Yamamoto." Quillsh Wammy smiled into the mirror. "When you get to Wammy's House, please never use your name. When you are around anyone other than myself and Roger, you are to be called 'Kyoya Ootori'."