Summary: I had never seen the world outside of the lab. My life was caught in a never-ending routine; wake up, read a new book given to me by the masters, then eat lunch, read more, then go out to be tested on once again, and hope you don't do anything to upset the masters. Then, my eyes were opened to the world around me by the members of Wammy House.. Isami had lived a solitary life. Created and Raised in a lab in a project for the 'perfect human being' she had no friends, or family. Now that she had been rescued by the members of Wammy House, will she finally know what it's like to live? Will she fall for a certain sweet-loving detective along the way?

Pairings: LxOC

Isami Age: 19

L Age: 23

Matt Age: 17

Mello Age: 18

Near age: 13

This is my second fanfic ( I have another in-progress) so far, so criticism (constructive) and feedback would be appreciated. This chapter has NOT been edited yet, so bear with me here. I apologize for any OOCness that is likely to happen! If I make any mistakes, please tell me and I will do my best to fix the problem! Thanks!

-DPT

Disclaimer: Does it look like I own Death Note? No. You make me laugh.

Chapter One

"If you don't have any shadows you're not in the light" -Lady Gaga

My eyes scanned over the page 67 of the German/Japanese dictionary that I was given two days ago by my masters for the second time. I had finished the dictionary yesterday and was now re-reading it to imprint the language into my mind. Brown hair with purple tinting (AN: think Anko Mitarashi from Naruto) fell into my face, blocking my view momentarily, as usual. My crouched over position caused my hair to fall into my face many times. As I placed the abnormally-colored strands behind my ear, I heard a slight tapping noise on the large plastic window in my wall, giving others a view into my room. My keen ears picked up the sound easily and my sight rose to view my window, surround by white walls, grey floors, and my small cot located against the wall, near the stack of my only possessions. Books of various kinds stood stacked near the bed precariously, their being unbalanced caused by sheer amount. I heard the noise again and a hatch was opened in the window, giving me a brief scent of the chemical-ridden room opposite my quarters. One of my masters, whom have never given me their names, not that I mind was attempting to get my attention. I closed the book, and placed it atop my other books as I made my way to the window.

"It's time for another test." He said and I walked over to the door to my left.

It opened the moment I reached it. Another master guided me to the testing room and I felt a slight chill from the cool air against my bare skin. I was given minimal clothing, as it was unnecessary. Currently I was wearing sterile bandages over my upper torso and breasts and white pants going down to my knee. After a few seconds my sensitive nose adjusted to the sharp tang of chemicals, latex, and plastic; which I was surrounded by. We enter the room and I turn my head to view my surroundings. I've been in this room before. I'm familiar with this test, all I have to do is scale the wall without the aid of a harness, or enough. The indentions in the walls are enough for me. My long, pale fingers gripped the grooves and I began to climb the wall with I was done, we head back to my quarters and I climb onto my cot as they turn off the lights in my room and the room through the windows. Even though my sight can nearly penetrate through all of the dark, I can't help but feel the nightly anxiety that comes from the unknown. I've never liked the dark, I can never know what lurks in the areas which I can't see. I closed my eyes and laid my head down as I slowly drifted to sleep, when I heard a peculiar noise echo through the building...

Unknown Point of view

We entered the building and turned on our flashlights; the place was abandoned. To be honest, I don't fully understand why wanted us to retrieve the person in here. Something about the occupant being extremely intelligent. I will not question him, though. As I venture through the hallways of the building, I come to what seems to be a room. I look through the window to see a figure under the blankets on a cot, asleep. I press the button on my earpiece, signaling to the others that I found the later, Mello and Matt are there with me.

"The occupant is in that room, I believe." I say, gesturing to the figure through the window.

Mello and Matt nod and we move over to the door and Matt hacks into the keypad. In a mere second, the door is unlocked and Mello enters, us following him. He makes his way to the figure, which to our astonishment, jumps out from under the covers, their feet kicking Mello's, catching him by surprise as he falls to the ground. A woman, seemingly around my age, possibly older grabs him by the neck and wraps her arm around his neck. She starts speaking Japanese, quickly changing to English once she views our faces.

"Who are you all? What do you wish to do with me?" she asks as Mello clawed at her arm in vain.

"We do not wish to harm you, we merely ask that you come with us. Could you please release our companion?" I ask calmly.

She releases Mello and looks at us suspiciously.

"To where?" she asks cautiously, already thinking about coming with us, to my surprise. I assumed this would take more persuasion.

"To Wammy's House. A place for gifted individuals." I reply as Mello joins us and glares at her.

"Gifted? So is it safe to assume that they are different, like me?" she asks.

"Yes. We are all from Wammy's house." Said Matt.

"I suppose I will come with you all. I don't not enjoy anything here. I ask though, could I please take my books? They are my only possession." She asked us uncertainly.

"You can take your books, I only ask that you grab them quickly, seeming that our presence here is unknown." I reply.

She nods, and quickly wrapped the large amount of books in the large blanket on her cot. She tied her possessions in a knot and slung them over her shoulder with one arm. Mello nodded and took the lead, his gun at the ready. We make our way to the door and head outside. I hear a sharp intake of breath and look behind me to the girl as she looks at her surrounds in what I presume to be awe. Judging by her reaction she has never seen the world outside the small laboratory. We make our way to a limo, driven by Mr. Wammy. I open the door and gesture for the girl to go in first. She steps in and scoots to the farthest side, next to the window. She pulls her knees up to her chest and sets her bag of books on the floorboards.

After the boys from 'Wammy's House' enter the limousine next to me, the window separating us from the driver opens, and I see a man appearing to be in his late 60's to early 70's smile at me.

"Hello, my name is Watari. Do you have a name?" says Watari.

"No. My masters never gave me a name, I was simply known as Test subject 17." I reply. I see Watari frown at this piece of information.

"Well, I suppose that we should give you a name." He said warmly. "Do you have any preference?" He asked me.

"No, I have never had a say in anything, so I am not sure which name would best suit me." I reply.

"Hmm... Well, based on your appearance and circumstances, I believe we should call you Isami." he says and smiles at me. Isami... brave beauty? I'm not quite sure how that applies to me but it sounds well..

"Isami.." I let the name roll off my tongue and I smile.

"I would like the name Isami." I say

To my right, the boy with red hair ( AN: IDC that in the anime his hair is brown. I like his red hair color, and this is my fanfic so you can just deal with it xD) grinned at me.

"Well, Isami, I'm Matt. Nice to meet you." Said Matt. He then proceeded to pull what I believe is a gaming device out of his pocket and began to play.

"Mello." Said- or should I say grunted- the boy with blonde hair and a slightly feminine haircut. I nodded and the boy next to me looked up -I was much taller than him- and said

"I am Near." He seemed very young, but his eyes held a wisdom beyond his years. The car fell into a comfortable silence as the occupants had nothing left to say. I looked outside of the window and viewed the outside. We were entering a city. Large buildings stood proud against the sky and dwarfed the lamp posts that stood out against the dark night sky. I observed that when you enter the city, the stars that commonly fill the sky with specks of light had disappeared under the light of street lights, signs, and homes. People leisurely strolled down the sidewalks, as it appeared to still be early in the night. I had never known when it was that I had gone to sleep. Now, judging by the moon in the sky, it appeared to be around 8:00 PM. I looked all around, seeing as much as I could from where I was. This was my first time outside the familiar laboratory walls. I rolled down the window and breathed in the scent of the street. New scents rolled in through my nostrils which I could not Identify. I looked to Mello.

"Excuse me, what is that smell? It smells like a combination of oil and rocks. It is unfamiliar to me. I was not given this scent in the laboratory." I asked.

Mello looked at me strangely.

"You can smell all of that?" he asked. I nodded.

" I recognize alcohol, gasoline-" At this point we passed a cafe whose doors were open "- and coffee. But that smell is unusual." I said

" I think that's the asphalt in the street." said Mello

"Oh, thank you." I said and continued to look at the outside world. There was many sounds all combining to make a noise akin to a hum or buzz. I could only describe the sound as 'busy'. We eventually found our way to a large building taking up a clearing on the edge of the town where there were airplanes rolling down the runway, and lifting into the air. The car came to a stop in a parking lot and I was given a t-shirt to cover my torsos and sandals to cover my feet. I realized that my usual attire was not suitable to the public. after layering the clothes above my own, we exited the car.

" Mello, Matt, Near, I observed earlier that you all had weapons. How are you going to carry them on the airplane?" I ask.

Matt looked up from his game and chuckled.

" I have my ways." He said mischievously. I did not investigate any further and we proceeded to enter the Airport.

I was in awe.

"This is more people than I've ever seen.." I muttered breathily. Mello smirked, near was indifferent and Matt just made a 'hmph' noise, his eyes never leaving the screen. I noticed many passerby giving us odd looks. Not that it concerned me, I would likely never see these people again. We entered an area titled the terminal and proceeded to enter the plane to... England. The location of Wammy's house was farther than I expected. No matter, though. I followed Matt and Near to the entrance and Watari gave them our passports. How he came upon a picture of me I do not know. That's beside the matter at hand, though. So we make our way inside the airplane, onto the 1st class section. We sit together on the far left-hand side of the plane. I take the sit next to the window and gaze outside. A voice comes through what I acknowledge as an intercom addressing the occupants of the plane.

'Please put on your seat belts" A pleasant woman's voice speaks over the speakers. I obey and the unfamiliar belt is crossing my body. A deep rumble rushes through the plane, and I can tell that we are zooming down the runway. Not long after, a light feeling came upon me and my sight shifted to the window to my right, we were now in the air, gaining elevation each minute. I felt an uncomfortable pressure building in my ears and looked to Watari to my left distressed. I have never read what to do in this situation and the pressure was building within each second. Watari chuckled at my expression.

"Pinch your nose and take a gulp of air through your mouth, then, blow, with your mouth closed. If that doesn't work, try swallowing." He said in an amused tone. I tried the first suggestion and the pressure was alleviated.

"Thank you, Watari." I said and the old man smiled.

I noticed that there was a 5 seat radius of empty seats surrounding us. The most likely reason with 87% is that Watari, being the wealthy man that he is, rented out the surrounding seats in order to give us privacy. Which brings me to my next hypothesis, that Watari is about to begin questioning me about my life. Which is most likely with 92% probability. I was correct.

"Isami, if I may, could you tell me about your abilities and life at the lab?" He asked, as expected.

" I wasn't told everything, but I know that I was the only successful subject in the entire project. My masters meant to create the perfect human; intelligent, strong, fast, agile, and heightened senses in general. I have a photographic memory, I have an IQ of 179-" It was at this point that Mello gave a low whistle"- I'm not quite sure how strong I am, but definitely stronger than average, I can run 100 meters in 8.79 seconds-" This earned even a reaction from Near, who examined me with wide eyes "- I can hear sounds from over 350 yards away, the sense of smell of a canine, night vision, a stronger jaw, for which reason I do not know but I can break bones with a bite, can scale a wall with centimeter-deep grooves, and I'm athletic in general. So I was the result of the quest for a perfect human being. I have no mother or father, no personal connections whatsoever, I have never known the names of the ones who created me. I was tested on many times to the point where I can dodge a bullet at close range, and I know how to wield a sword, katana, and various weapons. I can do martial arts as well." I finished my report and examined their reactions. Matt and Mello just looked at me with odd expressions, Near was staring at me with large eyes, and Watari seemed to be in a combination of shocked and pleased.

"They shot at you?" Said Matt

"Yes. Quite a lot, actually. I can dodge quite easily now. Their testing was quite effective. If I hadn't had their training, I wouldn't have learned to scale a wall without any safety precautions, dodge bullets, use weapons, or hold my breath for 6 minutes." I said with a smile. I did not understand his reaction. He seemed upset. Had I said something wrong?

"I apologize. I am socially inadequate and I am sorry for what I said that insulted you. I will try to be less offensive." I apologized. Matt just gazed at me with.. Pity? I do not understand.

"I'm sorry, Isami. I didn't know you had such a hard life." He said. Now I was utterly confused. Did he mean my testing? I did not see the problem with it. The result were satisfactory.

'I am confused, Matt. What do you mean? Are you referring to the experimentation? I see no problem with them. The results were quite beneficial to me." I said

Matt's gaze lowered to the few scars on my arms, caused by bullets grazing my skin and not paying attention while training. They were my fault. I should not have failed my masters when they were so graciously training me. I deserved whatever punishments they gave me. Even if I did not enjoy them. But punishments are not made to be enjoyable, so they were successful.

"Are those scars from training?" He asked, disgustingly. Judging by his reaction he was either offended by them or angry at my masters for causing harm to me. However, the former was more likely than the latter by 37%. Some of my masters were disgusted by my scars, so it is a reasonable response. My arms folded in to cover my arms, attempting to cover the blemishes to my skin.

"I am sorry, again. I had not thought about my scars, foolishly. I should have covered them so you would not have to see them. I had forgotten how some react to the horrendous blemishes. I will try to act better so I do not bother you, Mello, Near, or Watari. I apologize again for offending you all when you have shown me such kindness. You may punish me if you wish." I said, lowering my head. My thoughts had been so distracted, I forgot my manners.I hope their punishments are not as bad as the ones my masters gave to me, though I deserved them. I felt a hand on my head, and flinched.

"Isami, you don't need to apologize for anything. Those scientists need to apologize for being so inhumane. They should've treated you better." I heard the comforting voice of Watari speak. I lifted my head and looked at the others. Matt and Watari were smiling, and Mello and Near were nodding. I smiled slightly and rested my head on my knees to regain the sleep I had lost.

I woke up to the growl of a car's engine. My sight gradually adjusted to the currently blinding light coming from the open door to the car. I had slept through the ride of the plane and we appeared to be at another airport. I found myself to be sitting on the soft leather of the interior of the car. Near was sitting next to me, while Matt and Mello filed into the car. Watari was in the driver's position waiting for the occupants of the car to close the door.

"I presume we are now in London, at the Heathrow airport?" I ask.

"Yes. The plane landed not too long ago so now we're driving to Wammy's house." replied Near.

The car fell into a comfortable silence as the riders became occupied with their own thoughts.

We arrived at a large dwelling, the car slowly drifting to a stop in the garage of the building. I opened the door, slinging my makeshift bag over my shoulder with ease. Watari smiled at me and said "Welcome to Wammy's house, Isami."

"Thank you, Watari." I thanked him and walked over to the door where Mello, Matt, and Near were waiting already. Mello opened the door, and my ears were filled with the cheerful sounds of children laughing and playing. I inhaled the scents of various people, and cooking.

"Look, they're back! Welcome back!" the voice came from a small girl, appearing to be around Near's age. Her soft light auburn hair was pulled into pigtails and her bangs covered her forehead. Her large eyes, like a doe's sparkled with happiness.

"That's Linda. She's an artist." Muttered Near next to me. I nodded.

"Follow me, Isami. I will show you to your room." said Watari as he turned to head up the stairs to my left. I heard several children quietly ask the others who I was in an attempt not to offend me. I lost sight of the others as they retreated to another area of the house. We climbed the steps and I followed Watari to a door at the end of the hall we were walking through. behind me, I heard the light footfall of multiple children who were curious as to who I was. I heard a quiet female voice mutter 'Why does she get the room next to L'. I did not recognize the name, but judging by the slightly jealous tone of the child's voice, I assumed that this was a person highly revered in the orphanage. Watari opened the door and I entered the room.

Again, I apologize for any OOCness... Feedback is appreciated again!