In Death Note we never are told of L's past, family, and how he met Whammy. So, I decided to make a story, of which, what I like to believe what happened to L. Heres in honor of my all time favorite character and my hero, L. Lawliet!
Also, I have decided to hopefully make two more chapters for this.

“Lawliet!! Where are you?!”
Please not again.
Lawliet crouched under the table with his hands held up to his ears, trying his best to block out the horrid screams that beckoned him. He closed his eyes tightly, that maybe she wouldn’t find him.

Like every other time, she did. A hand reached out and grabbed the five year old boy’s arm, dragging him out in the open. Lawliet did not want to look at his mother’s face as she screamed insults in his ears.
“What the hell did you think you were doing, you little brat?!”
Her nails dug deep into Lawliet’s skin, and he tried not to yelp at the pain.

She was drunk, Lawliet knew this. For he could smell the alcohol on her breath. Seeing her left hand raised, Lawliet knew what he was in for. He tensed up his whole body, preparing for the impact. Stinging pain tore across his face as his mother slapped him with all her strength. Lawliet’s head felt slightly light, and his vision became blurry. To his mistake. He allowed himself a tear that slid down his face. She saw this, and it infuriated her even more.

Tangling her hand in her son’s raven black hair, she let go of her grip on his arm. The pulling of his hair made Lawliet clench his teeth, and he suddenly felt his head be forced down. Down, unto the side of the table top. Agonizing pain writhed it’s way throughout his whole body from his head where it struck the table. The sense of numbness soon followed, and Lawliet let himself hit the kitchen floor. He couldn’t help but just lay there. He saw a pool of blood forming on the floor, and he started to panic. Lawliet looked up in the face of his abusive, drunken mother. She merely looked down at him, her features dark and sleep deprived. She walked away from her own son as he lay upon the kitchen floor, longing for help. Darkness engulfed Lawliet’s consciousness and he fell into a deep, welcoming sleep.

Sunshine peeked its way through the curtains, brilliant rays pierced the corners of Lawliet’s room. He opened his eyes to the bright light, and carefully sat up. His mother must have laid him in his own bed. Touching his hand to the side of his face, he felt it swollen and still quite sore. He knew that there would be a bruise present there, and he felt a small gash on his head. Lawliet bent his legs and pulled them to his chest. For some reason sitting in that state seemed to calm his nerves, and allow him to think more clearly.

Why did it have to come down to this? Life was fair, and going quite well for him…until his mother started drinking. Lawliet’s mother never used to be this way. She was truly a beautiful young woman, and it was obvious where Lawliet got his raven colored hair and dark, mysterious eyes. Loving and caring for her son, was the only priorities on her list of motherly duties. Lawliet was her world and the only human being she loved. For Lawliet’s father abandoned her while she was pregnant with their son, and ties with family members were cut off. That’s why she loved her son so. Happiness was always present in her gentle eyes and loving smile. She rarely got angry, but when she did it never was directed toward her son. Lawliet was grateful for a mother like her. But all that changed…

At first, it was only a couple of drinks. Over the course of time, a couple escalated to many and she began to welcome the reality of getting drunk. Too many times has Lawliet watch his own mother drink herself away, and he crying himself to sleep as he remembered the spectacle all too clear. He tried to tell his mother several times that what she was doing was endangering her life and even his own, and pleading with her to refrain from drinking. Lawliet longed for his mother back…that’s all. The urging is what started the uncontrolled anger, which resulted in the existence of the abusive witch now present in his life. Oh, how he wished that this never started…

Crawling out of bed, he decided he needed to get out of this house. Lawliet slipped on some torn, old shoes on his bare feet. They were a size too small, but he wouldn’t dare ask for another pair. He rummaged through his closet until he found a coat, and he put it on over his white long sleeved t-shirt.

Quietly, he sneaked out of his room and into the living room where his mother was passed out on the couch. Lawliet opened the front door, careful not to make a sound that could potentially awaken his mother.

Walking down the street, he could hear the laughter of other children and merely examined the busy stores, and the people coming and going. He didn’t particularly like the fact he was outside, but it was better than being inside the house that was labeled as his “home.” Lawliet spotted a bench and figured that he should take a little rest, sitting in his crouch-like position.

Looking over, he noticed a man around the age of 60. The elder man looked over at the five year old boy and smiled. Lawliet wasn’t alarmed, in fact, he smiled back. This man truly seemed caring. He had kind eyes and an understanding face.

Noticing the welting bruise so visible upon the boy’s pale face, the man became worried.
“How did you get that bruise?”
Lawliet felt himself become nervous. He didn’t like talking to people, especially strangers.
“…I…I fell…”
Hurriedly looking away from the man, he looked down at his hands. He hated to lie, but what else could he say?
“Ah…It doesn’t look like you fell.”
The way the man said that, sounded like he was implying something.
“And why’s a young boy like yourself all alone? Shouldn’t you be with your parents?”
“……”
“That’s alright. Well, I’m off now. I’m craving something sugary, so I think I’ll make my way to the café.”
The man stood up, and turned to glance at the boy before he walked away. To his surprise, two large, black pitiful eyes looked up at him.
“Do you like sweets?”
Lawliet nodded his head in response to the question.
“Would you like to come along?”
Another nod.
“Well, come on then.”
Lawliet stood up and walked with this kind man to the small café on the corner of the street.

Cupcakes, pies, cakes, ice cream, and other various sugary desserts were piled on plates in front of Lawliet. He started to scarf down the food before him in a rush.
“Slow down, you’ll make yourself sick eating that fast.”
Lawliet paused abruptly, and looked at the man sitting across from him.
“Thank you. I greatly appreciate this.”
The man looked at the raven haired boy that continued to eat his plate of sweets, and was quite amazed at the word structure and vocabulary. Not any ordinary five year old would speak in such a manner.
“Where did you learn to talk like that?”
“I don’t know…It just comes natural to me.”
Lawliet than looked up from his plate of sweets.
“My names Lawliet.”
“And I’m Quillish Whammy. You know you should be careful when giving out your name.”
“I’m aware of that. You just seem okay, and I trust you…”
He went back to eating a delicious slice of strawberry cake.
“I have a sense that you don’t trust anybody, do I have the right idea?”
“Precisely.”
“So then why do you trust me?”
“you seem concerned about my well being.”
Lawliet finished up his cake.
“I guess I should head back home.”
“Hold on, please. I’m curious about you…Would you mind if I tested you?”
“What king of tests?”
“Math problems, that’s all.”
Lawliet nodded his approval of the request. Whammy asked Lawliet a few math problems that were 5th grade level. He answered all of them correctly in a matter of seconds. Lawliet was asked high school math problems, which with no difficulty, answered correctly.

Lawliet was truly a genius. That much was obvious.
“Lawliet. You are unbelievably intelligent. You know that right?”
“Thanks again.”
Lawliet stood up and simply walked out the café door, not bothering to answer Whammy’s question.

Intelligent? Lawliet didn’t think of himself as intelligent, or even smart. Just aware of more things. He walked along the street, back to his house.

Opening the door, Lawliet stepped inside. Standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen, stood his mother with her arms folded across her chest. His eyes lowered to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with the very person who scared him the most. Lawliet attempted to walk past her, but instead was caught by the neck.
“Where were you?”
“…Taking a walk…”
“Is that because you hate it here? Is that it, you ungrateful brat?!”
She pushed her son to the floor and with her foot, stepped on Lawliet’s chest, creating a torturous amount of pain. Lawliet winced under the pressure, and he struggled to breath.
“I wish you were never born!! Why don’t you just DIE!!”

No, Not yet. I’m not going to die yet…Not because of her…

Gathering his strength, he pushed his mother’s foot away from him and ran to his room. Lawliet shut the door and locked it, hoping that his mother wouldn’t follow.

Why did she have to say that? Of all the insults, this one was the worse by far. Lawliet cradled his head in his hands, and pondered over the realization of what his mother wanted. There’s not one word that could describe the pain he felt because of that. The barrage of insults, the horrid screaming, the laughs of some sick pleasure were more agonizing and had more of an effect on him, compared to the physical abuse. Being knocked unconscious or having a limb be broke, would be better than hearing that your own mother wanted you dead. It tore away at Lawliet’s heart.

Everything seemed relatively quiet. He couldn’t hear his mother, which came as a relief. Police sirens could be heard outside, and the glare of red lights streamed through his window.

Lawliet heard the front door be kicked in and a commanding yell from his mother. Suddenly a loud crash emitted from the living room and a gunshot followed suit. He knew his mother didn’t own a gun…The possible realization hit him. Lawliet burst through his own bedroom door and dashed toward the living room.

There in front of him, his mother on the floor clutching her shoulder as blood dripped from it and on to the floor where a crimson puddle started to take shape. She cursed at the man holding the gun that evidently shot her. Tears streamed down her face and she looked terrified. In a way, this was the most normal Lawliet had seen his mother in a long time.

The gunman turned his head and saw Lawliet standing there.
“You little bastard…”
The gun was now pointed directly at Lawliet. The gun was fired.

Did it really have to be this way?

Lawliet’s mother lunged toward her son, using her remaining strength. She hugged her son as she was shot in the back. Lawliet looked at his mother, as she die right in front of him.
“…I’m so sorry…My Lawliet…”
Her eyes closed as Death took her away.
“……Mother……”
When she did show her motherly self capable of loving her son…She died. It took an excessive threatening situation for that to happen. Lawliet watched helplessly as his mother slipped to the floor, unable to do anything.

The gunman ditched the murder scene as the police showed up at the house. Lawliet was driven to the police station, and to his surprise, noticed Quillish Whammy there.
“Lawliet.”
He immediately hugged the kind man before him, sobbing pitifully in his coat.
“Shhh…It’s alright now.”
Whammy tried his best to give Lawliet all the comfort he could.
“Do you want to come with me?”
Lawliet nodded his head. He just wanted to be safe, and away from this place.

In Whammy’s car, Lawliet learned his head against the windows watching the world fly by. He didn’t understand this place anymore, and wished he could comprehend this thing called life. Why did it have to be this unfair? Why did it have to be this unfair? Why did it have to be this way?

The car pulled into a driveway leading to an orphanage with a sign that said “Whammy’s House”. The car stopped and Whammy stepped outside the car and walked over to Lawliet’s passenger door and opened it. Lawliet stepped out and held Whammy’s hand as they walked to the gates of the orphanage, as the snow fell thick around them.

Lawliet made up his mind. He was to be a detective, finding criminals for their sinful transgressions toward society. To hopefully prevent unneeded crimes, and protect the innocent.
Especially murderers.
That’s what he wanted.

“Welcome home, L.”

Fiction: 04/09/09 | Posted By: xXDamnationXx | 41 comments | Death Note