Fan fiction-Death Note-Italics are thoughts I do not own Death Note! Prologue (Wammy’s House) “What’s your name?” The kindly looking old man, Wammy, asked. My truthful response is simple. “I don’t have one.” My monotonous voice soft. Wammy furrowed his brow, and rubbed his chin. “Would you like one?” He smiled. I knew that he knew how I would answer. “Yes. I would like a name.” My voice is slightly more energetic but still monotonous. I heard a sound by the door. I turned and saw a boy with dark
Take deep breaths, I told myself. Don't get upset. Try not to think about what has happened. Don't start getting angry. My focus had been intently on a puzzle I was doing since that morning, day fifteen of Light's confinement. L stared at the TV screen. Aizawa read the newspaper. And Matsuda ran in reminding us of why we were all distressed. "What's going on? I just heard two week's worth of criminals were just murdered at once! It happened yesterday," he said. "Yeah. Kira is back," Aizawa