Death Note: The Forgotten Note

Begining Of A Begining

"So..Who are you?"

A scrawny and dirt covered boy asked me from the other side of the fence. I could smell him from where I stood, and he smelled awful. Like he had literally rolled around in shit. Despite the terrible scent he gave off, I wanted to talk to him. I hadn't talked to people very much the past few weeks, and it made me want to reply more than I would have otherwise. I was just a little boy, I didn't know any better than to talk to strangers. So, I gave him an honest reply.

"I don't know yet." I said staring at the older boy from the outside behind a pair of sunglasses. My eyes are sensitive in the sun, not only that, but when I wear them it reduces the amount of unwanted stares. "I'm an orphan, and a genius.. I think."

"Oh." He said softly as he began to leave.

"What's it like out there?" I asked, making him return.

"Out here? Like as in outside the gate?" He asked, I quickly nodded. "The people are friendly. Well, most people anyways. There's a fountain not to far from here, a pond, oh and a great cafe for tea and even some coffee. Pretty much what you would expect to find in Winchester England."

"Sounds amazing." I said imagining myself sitting by the pond drinking Tea from the cafe. For me, a kid who doesn't have a life outside of history books and mathematical equations, that sounded like heaven.

"My name is Ten. What's yours?"

"Andy. But.. People around here call me Citrus, probably because of my hair." He said pointing to his short orange yellow locks.

"We'll which do you prefer?" I asked him.

"..Citrus. I Think. It makes me sound cool. So.. How old are you anyways?"

"Five. How old are you?"

"Eleven." He said looking down at his dirt covered sneakers. "Do you want to come out here with me? You seemed interested. If you want, We can play a game."

I opened my mouth to reply, but quickly closed it, knowing it would be foolish to get my hopes up. "I can't. I'm supposed to stay near the orphanage at all times. I'll be dead if they catch me trying to leave."

"Your not leaving." He stated. "You'll only be gone for a little while, I promise. Please?" Citrus begged. "Come on, I have a great place where we can play pranks on people and run around, it'll be fun!"

"Why do you even want to play with me? Your six years older, why can't you play with friends your age?" I asked weighing my options on going or staying. If I stay, I have a room of books I have to study, but if I go, and even if it is for a little while, I'll finally get to know what the world outside of Wammy's House looks like..

"I don't know any kids my age. All the adults hate me, but we can be friends, right?" He asked with hope in his eyes.

"...Friends?" I asked, not ever having a person who would actually want to befriend me.

"Yeah! Come on, I found a hole that might be steep enough for you to crawl under, follow me!" The eleven year old yelled.

"Okay, wait up!!" I yelled back trying my best to keep up with the boy on the other side of the gate. I could feel myself getting excited, I've never left Wammy's Orphanage before. The only life I knew was inside and outside the large house, but never beyond the gate.

Citrus watched as I crawled under, covering myself and my jacket in dirt. I stood up and looked at my home. It felt so different looking at it from this perspective. From this point of view, it looked beautiful, well kept, a place any unfortunate orphan would want to live. But I knew better. I knew what happened in that place. I knew all of it. Or, at least I thought I did.