A/N: Hello! Welcome to the prologue of The Timid and The Brave! I guess I should tell you that this is a vs. love story. L vs. Matsuda! I know, "tough" matchup. But I love both of them so…. Yeah. This part will be done in first person; the rest will be regularly narrated. So don't get confused if you don't here "I" in chapter 1. Enjoy! ^_^

Disclaimer: T_T Sadly, I do not own death note…. WWWAAAAHHH! Somebody get me a tissue!

Prologue

Enter; Illiana Blackwell

"Que?! You expect me to tell a six year old girl her parents are dead and I'm her new mother?!"

"I'm sorry Miss Estaban, you're the only one she trusts."

A chubby Hispanic woman looked through the crack in the door at the little girl sitting in the hall. She was clinging to the beaten stuffed bear she always had and was staring into space. Tears silently rolling down her cheeks.

The little girl is Illiana Blackwell, me. And the woman was Miss Victoria Estaban, my nanny. When I was six years old my parents died in a car crash. Any other child would have been whisked away to some dingy orphanage. But not me, my fate was carefully debated, thanks to whom my parents were.

"Dios mio. What does her parents will say? It must say something, I cannot take care of her!"

"Miss Estaban please, your all she has, any other family would take advantage of who she is!"

"And I wouldn't? The girl has billions of dollars to her name!"

Yes I did in fact have billions of dollars to my name. In America, the Blackwell name was known, anyone who didn't know it, had to of been crazy. My father, Raymond Blackwell was the best businessman in the world, he designed weapons for the military, buildings for the country, all the way down to toys for three year olds. And I was his daughter, six-year-old Illiana Blackwell, orphaned by a stupid car wreck. The fat woman in other room glanced at me again, and looked at me sadly.

"I'm very sorry sir, but I cannot take that child."

She came from the room and looked at me, squatting infront of my chair, "I'm sorry un poco. These people will find you a home."

I just stared after her, unable to breath, there was no way she turned me down. She practically raised me! I didn't care if she took ALL of my family's money. I just wanted to be with people who would take care of me. The man in the business suit looked after her, leaning on the doorframe. He sighed loudly and ran a hand down his face.

"Damn."

"Excuse me?" I looked up at the new voice. I nearly fell from my chair as a rather tall man in all black stepped from the shadows. The suit guy stood tall, and calmed himself before answering, "Yes?"

"I am here on the status of one Miss Illiana Blackwell." I rose my brow, what could this man want from me? I was six years old and an emotional wreck for Christ's sake!

"I'm sorry sir but who are you?"

"My name is Quillish Whammy. I have come to evaluate the girl and decide if she is suitable for my orphanage." The man removed his hat and revealed a grandfatherly face. He looked over at me and smiled, walking over. "Hello Miss Blackwell, I've heard that you are a very smart little girl." I simply hugged my bear tightly to my chest. He smiled and patted my head, "Don't worry." He stepped into the office with the suit man and closed the door. I heard the mumbles through the door but only really lit up when the man from earlier came out. He smiled that fatherly smile again, "Come Miss Blackwell. You're coming with me." I wiped my face of the random wet tears and jumped from the chair. I clutched my bear in one hand and held onto the man's jacket with the other. "Where are we going mister?"

My small voice managed to make it to his ears, "London child, we're going to London."