BY : crescent-shadow
Category: Death Note > General
Dragon prints: 784
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Death Note franchise or any of the characters from it and make no money from writing this story.

Inequity - (n.) an unfair circumstance or proceeding.



The child was nothing like he had expected.  Nothing at all.  But then, he had not been prepared for the total devastation that he had witnessed upon his arrival in the war-torn German city of Düsseldorf.  The sight had shocked the Englishman beyond words.  Prior to the war, he had visited Düsseldorf and had marveled at the way it had been restored after the fall of Hitler and his army. 

The once beautiful city now lay in ruins.  On his way here he had gone through Old Town, taking stock of the way it had been ravaged by air-raids.  The sight of the ruined church steeple stabbing jaggedly upward into the clear blue sky had finally forced him to realize that what he was seeing was real.

Certainly he had seen destruction before.  He had been only a child during World War Two, but he still remembered the screaming of sirens and the rain of bombs.  He could remember as well being packed onto a train and shipped out to the countryside to wait out the war with a distant aunt.  But here was that devastation brought back in all its terrible glory.  Never had he thought he would see such a sight again.  Of course, that had been before the start of the third world war.

And so now here he sat, staring in wonder at this child and contemplating what had brought him here.  He had never had children of his own.  His wife had died very young and he had never remarried.  And so he had decided to adopt.  But not just any child.  No, he was an inventor to the very end.  This child would be something great.  His dearest friend, Roger, had assured him that he was quite insane.  Quillsh would show him just how wrong he was.

The child sat in a small room behind a two way mirror.  There was an attendant of the orphanage there with him, looking for all the world like she might have been a Sister in the church with her grey dress and gentle gaze.  The child, however, paid her no mind.  Instead, he stared at the glass as though he could see the man standing behind it.  His gaze was so piercing and shrewd that it was almost intimidating, given that the child was barely eight years old.

Eyes so dark they were nearly black peered from beneath an unruly mop of raven coloured hair.  These, however, were the only signs of what he had been told was the boy’s Asian heritage.  The rest of his appearance was quite German.  His dark eyes were huge and wide, his skin so pale it shown like snow.  But there was a definite grimness to his appearance.  His curious eyes were ringed in circles that were so dark a shade of purple as to be almost black.  He had nothing of a normal eight year old’s childish pudge.  Instead, his cheeks were gaunt, his hands spidery, and his white shirt seemed to hang loose as a sail from his tiny frame.  He was also short for his age, probably due to lack of proper nutrition during the war years.  That, Quillsh had seen, was the case with many of these children.  But in spite of his haunted look, this child was perfect. 

His intelligence was visible in the way he studied the mirror, knowing though he had not been told that there was someone new watching him from the other side.  He had been here before, for them to observe him.  He knew the routine.  They had tested and poked and prodded and watched for months now.  He had been placed here because he was intelligent.  Yet he had not spoken since his arrival, a fact which frustrated his caretakers to no end.  They were wise enough to know that even a mute child could still be a genius, but they had begun to regard him as more of an idiot savant than the brilliant prodigy they had been assured he was. 

He had shown an aptitude for math.  That had been the first hint of his brilliance that they had witnessed.  An affinity for numbers and patterns beyond anything any of the other children in the facility could imagine.  At the age of eight and with only six months of work, the boy had already mastered a great deal of highly advanced mathematics, working in calculus, statistics, and theoretical math. 

After his talent for math had been discovered, they had uncovered another interesting facet to the boy’s peculiar brilliance.  He was highly adept at languages.  They had known from his file that he spoke fluently both German and Japanese.  However, they had dismissed this fact, as he had not uttered a single word the entire time he had been in their care.  He could read and understand, but he had never once spoken and only occasionally wrote, and so they had dismissed his being bilingual as a product of his life prior to losing his parents. 

In fact, his gift for languages had been discovered entirely by accident.  He had been left alone by one of his tutors in the library of the orphanage.  She had returned to find him pouring over a text written in Polish.  When she had inquired what he was doing, he had written her a simple reply in broken Polish: “I to read.”

Still, they had thought that this was simply another manifestation of the boy’s brilliance at recognizing patterns.  But they had wanted to be sure.  And so they had put him through several months of rigorous testing.  New plans had been drawn for his future and there was a growing interest in the child among the staff.  Then plans had changed again with a brief phone call from a Mr. Quillsh Wammy of Winchester, England.

In the months that followed, arrangements had been made by means both respectable and not.  Mr. Wammy’s rather notable financial pull had done a good deal of his talking for him.  He would make a donation to the orphanage that would afford its upkeep for the coming year should he be allowed to take into his care their foremost prodigy, despite this being against the usual protocol.  When his background had been examined and found to be reputable, arrangements were made for the boy to be released to him.

And so now here stood the man who was to take the enigmatic child from them.  Several of the staff had expressed concern that a man who had never had children would be unable to handle the boy.  But Quillsh had assured them that their worry was unfounded, that he would have the best of assistance in raising the boy.  He recognized the child for what he was and wanted to make the most of that brilliance.  L had been told of this for weeks, but that didn’t stop him from being apprehensive about meeting his new father.

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