DISCLAIMER: I do not own Death Note nor any of the related characters. I do however own E.

PROLOUG

"Are you sad?" I gasped and lifted my head from my knees where it had rested, shimmering tears sparkling across my flushed cheeks. I gulped in a breath of air, breathing a little heavily as I gazed upwards, and in turn, had a pair of large, curious black eyes gazing back at me. He cocked his head to the side, nibbling on the end of his thumb. I wiped the tears from my eyes with my sleeve before answering him, my voice quiet and weak and seemingly a bit horse.

"I…I…" I chocked up, tears beginning to form in my large chocolate eyes again. "Aw," He breathed crouching in front of me. "Don't cry, don't cry little E." I blinked gazing at him.

"Li--little E?" He nodded.

"Yes, little E." He turned on his kneels before plopping down beside me. I blinked. I'd seen this seven year old prodigy before, and was surprised to see him not sitting in his usual manor. He leaned his weight on his arms, though his knees did remained propped, and looked at me. "Why are you sad my little E?" He questioned. I sniffled, a little intimidated by his sudden interest and nicknaming of me.

"I…I miss my mommy." His eyes widened a fraction before narrowing a little more than they usually were. "Little E may miss her mommy now, but soon, though you will never stop missing her, it will become easier." He breathed quietly leaning closer to me and gently nudging me with his shoulder before lifting himself up on his feet and turning to gaze down at me. He out stretched his hand. I sniffled before taking it. He pulled me to my feet before releasing my hand. He slouched down a little, seeing as how I was so short compared to him. He gently wiped away the remaining tears before offering me a goofy smile.

"There, be happy my Little E." He said simply before turning and entering the Whammy House. I walked to the railing of the porch and leaned against it, watching while the other children played. I'd been at the Whammy's House for about a week, and had made no real connections with anyone, and then, all of the sudden, seemingly out of no where, L, the smartest child at this institution was interested in me. I blinked, sudden realization dawning on me. Could I…be a candidate to follow L along his path in life, what ever that may be? I rolled my eyes, my five-year-old imagination was running away with me. There was no way I would ever be a candidate to follow L and his life long dream to be, what? What was his dream exactly? Well, whatever it was, I wasn't apart of it. L was the smartest child at Whammy's followed by a scary boy named B.

"What is E contemplating?" I jumped and turned to see B, standing directly behind me.

"B…you, scared me." I breathed smiling weakly. "Where's A?" He inched closer, raising his hand. I pushed myself against the railing, his hand gently resting against my cheek.

"A, doesn't want to play with me, will you play with me?" He questioned his long thing fingers brushing a strand of black hair form my still rather moist eyes. I sniffled.

"Sorry B, I can't play right now." I breathed before pushing passed him and walking quickly to the door and pushing it open glancing back at him as I walked away, my chocolate eyes meeting his unusual auburn. Once the door was closed, I leaned against it, taking a breath. B, was creepy, but, I didn't hate him, he seemed lonely, his only friend after all was A, who had been acting strange as of late. I pushed away from the door and began making my way along the hall. I may have only lived at the Whammy's House for a short time, but I'd learned something, everyone there, where talented, and yet, they all had major weaknesses and obsessions. L's strong points where his deduction skills, his obsession were sweets, and his weakness was his need to be right. B's strong points where his ability to execute any plan ever made by any one. His obsession was unknown as of yet, and his weakness was his inability to puzzle L. I didn't know A well enough to know what his strong points, obsessions and weaknesses where. I sighed and took a seat on the sofa near the window and gazed out. B was standing on the porch gazing up at the clouds. 'What is your obsession B? Why must you have?'

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