"Start looking around and all you see is people this world would be better off without." -Light Yagami

November 23, 2001

Light was fifteen when he met her. Before he became Kira, before he became L, he was simply Light. And Light was Light; a hardworking student who hoped to one day become a noble police officer like his father.

But that's just another possibility that could but didn't happen.

His mother was the one who introduced them. She was out getting groceries and on her way back home when a woman stumbled out of an alley, falling in front of Mrs. Yagami. Except it wasn't a woman, but merely a girl in her eyes. She couldn't tell her exact age, but the girl looked to be younger than twenty, but older than fourteen. It was the middle of winter, and the girl was wearing shorts and a tank-top. Her skin was ice cold under the warm hands of the older woman.

So she followed her motherly instinct and took the girl home to be the motherly figure she was sure this girl never had. The girl was knocked out for a while, but when she woke up, she just grinned and laughed at the woman, putting the blanket that was over her in the floor and leaving the house. She claimed she wasn't cold.

Mrs. Yagami was broken. She didn't want the child going out into the harsh world without guidance. So when her son got home, she had him take a pack of essentials; she had gone shopping once again. The pack contained canned food, a blanket, pair of pants and a jacket, some underwear and bras (Mrs. Yagami had to guess), some shampoo since her hair looked like it hadn't been washed for some time, and a toothbrush and toothpaste. She would rather have the girl just stay with them for a while, but she realized that wasn't going to happen any time soon. That's why she sent Light.

Because what girl could resist her Light?

Light was in for a surprise when he met her, though. The girl had black greasy hair (he could tell it was dyed, however) that reached a little past her shoulder blades. Twigs and dirt and a dark dried up gunk that Light didn't even want to guess what it was all matted into it. Her pupils were dilated but Light could see a bright green on the outside. Her skin had old and new bruises, but that's not what drew his attention. It was her tattoos. All over her body were X's, in different sizes but all black. One right over her right eye.

And the scars. They were faint, and barely visible, but he could still see them. The burn marks. There was one that covered the whole right side of her face, going down even further and disappearing under her shirt.

His mother never mentioned that, now did she?

He ignored them, though, and offered her his charming smile. He didn't want to disappoint his mother, after all. Light was not amused though, when she laughed in his face, and told him what a good boy he was. She took the pack though, so he counted it as a success of sort. His mother was ecstatic. She asked if he had gotten her name. He had, but only after a lucky coincidence on Light's part that included one of her..."acquaintances" running into her and getting really nervous and apologizing before quickly fleeing.

"Yes, her name is Raol."

Okay, so if anyone is reading this, and is also a reader of my other story, than I'm sorry! MF isn't going anywhere at the moment, and I've had this story on my computer for so long!

Anyways, to all, this isn't going to be like my main story I'm working on. It's more of a side project (hence short chapters mostly), so please don't expect updates quickly. I mean, I'm not one to update quickly to begin with, but you get it, hopefully!

Anyways, hope you liked the first chapter! Chapter 2 will be up soon!

Actually, this is more of a prologue than a first chapter, but oh well.