Scarlett's Story (A Death Note Fan Fiction)

Scarlett was raised at Wammy's, and after many years, L has come into contact with her again! She leaves her friends to help with the Kira case, but is that it? Or are they all going to see each other again?

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5. Please Isn't A Promise

“Hello, this is Wammy’s house.” Came Roger’s elderly voice through the phone.

“Hey, It’s me, Scarlett.” I smiled.

“Oh hello, Scarlett! It’s been such a long time. What can I do for you?”

“Well, do you think I could talk to Mello?” I asked nervously.

“Of course, I’ll just go and get him.”

I heard him get up to find Mello, leaving me to listen to the sound of rain pattering against a window. It’s good to know that the good old English weather hasn’t changed.

After a while, I heard footsteps, someone picking up the phone, walking off, then shutting the door.

“Hello?” Asked a voice I had barely even realised how much I had missed.

“Remember me, Marshmello?” I teased. He hated it when I called him Marshmello.

“Scar?” He seemed confused. I couldn’t blame him. If he left without even saying goodbye to one of his best friends I wouldn’t expect him to call either.

“Yeah, hi.” What was I saying? I was awful at making conversation! Why did I even call?

“So, what's up?” He asked after a moment of awkward silence.

“Well I was feeling a little homesick I guess…” I trailed off, flopping onto my bed.

“So, what's happening at Wammy’s? Have I missed much?” I asked.

“Not much. But…”

“But what?” I sat up. What was happening?

“Nothing.” He was an awful liar.

“God damn it, tell me Mello!” I almost shouted.

“It’s Matt, but I wouldn’t expect you to care since he only found out you were gone when he went by your dorm the morning you left.”

“What’s going on?” I demanded, a lump in my throat.

“Don’t try to act like you care.” He seemed annoyed at me. But, hey, I was pretty pissed off with myself too.

“Please! I do care about him; just tell me what's happening!” I didn’t even bother biting back the tears anymore. I hoped he would hear them and understand that I genuinely felt bad for leaving him.

“He’s just not the same, really.” He sighed.

I waited for him to go on but that was all he had to say. Mello may be easy for me to talk to, but I’m talking to the wrong person if I want to put stuff right.

“Tell him I said hi.” I said sadly before hanging up. This had been a disaster.

I threw the phone onto the bed and cried. I cried until there were no tears left; until I just sat there in depressing silence. One foolish move had lost me two friends that I valued over anything. They were like family to me and in one day I had ruined that bond without a second thought. I was truly ashamed of myself.

There was no use in staying up in my room forever so I decided to see how the investigation was going. They said that there was a notebook that could kill people and that a shinigami had given it to kira. I cautiously reached out to touch the Death Note, which was the only way I could see the shinigami who owned it.

It was easily twice the size of me, maybe more. It was white, with arms like vertebrae and a lower body like a skeleton. It had two eyes, a mouth, two ears and what passes for a nose; but I couldn’t call it human.

I was half way through writing a text to Wammy’s, asking if it would be possible to talk to Matt or if he could tell me how he was when the many screens flashed and all the data began to be deleted. Frightened, I ran over to L.

“L, what's going on? What's happening?” I practically shouted, surprising everybody as I was usually so calm and quiet.

“I instructed Watari to delete all of the information if something were to happen to him.” He explained.

I could barely make sense of the conversation happening around me. How could anything happen to Watari? No one could have broken in but no one even knew his real name so Kira couldn’t kill him. Could he?

Before I could even think about what else could have happened, L’s spoon slipped from his hand and began to fall sideways. Suddenly everything seemed to happen in slow motion. L’s body was falling as if he were… no. He couldn’t be! L couldn’t…die!

I ran forward, but my body seemed to move too slowly and there was nothing I could do. He was only inches away from the ground. Hopefully I had cushioned his fall, but I doubt it. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and supported his head on my lap. His eyes were wide and unfocused and his breathing was ragged.

“L? L! No! You…you can’t! Please! Please don’t die! NO!” I screamed. There was no way that he was playing around.

He rasped for breath but then he stopped. His chest stopped rising and falling. He was deadly silent. His eyes slowly began to close as I screamed to him to snap out of it, to stand up and say that it was all a horrible joke. But he didn’t. He just lay peacefully in my lap, as if he could wake up at any moment. But he didn’t. He never would. I felt tears run down my cheeks as I held on to him desperately as if he were going to just disappear if I ever let him go.

Once again, I cried until my eyes were sore and dry. But I still never let go. I just kept my arms firmly around his neck and hugged him to me. My life had been turned around for the worse. Without L, Mello and Matt, I felt like I had nothing to live for any more. My life was as good as over.

Wait. No it wasn’t! I may have lost L for good, but I wouldn’t stop until I had Mello and Matt on my side once again. This little idea, this small glimmer of hope, was all I needed to light the way to happiness. And, when it was dark again, and it felt like all hope was lost, I would think of all three of them and let the burning in my heart light the way once more.

This wasn’t over. Not until I said so. 

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