• -----Prolouge-----

    Sitting silently in front of a laptop on the floor was a small girl. she wasn't blinking anymore then she was talking. The screen of the computer had many boxes pulled up with information and pictures. She nodded to herself, reading it all within seconds.

    The girl's hair was a very dark color of brown and black, and shone blue in the light. Her eyes were a soul-peircing light blue. The raidating light coming off the laptop's screen only made her skin color look more pale then she already was. Her eyes were glued to the information.

    She smirked a bit, then clicked up another box. Everything was coming together. Easily.

    Placing her finger on the voice synthesiser, she spoke into the microphone that let the investigation team she was working with hear her in a fake voice.

    "...the criminal's next attack...will be on a familly of two tonight in Tokyo if all my deductions are correct..."

    There was a quick reply and that was all. she closed down some of the boxes, leaning back and biting into a caramel apple. Th case was as good as over.

    This is a story about A, a girl who became the second greatest dedective. After succeeding the new L, Nate River, she had solved 36 cases in a matter of three months. she was quick and intelligent, and got things done correctly. A sign of geniousness.

    A grew up in Wammy's House, an orphange in London, and was a smart child to begin with, starting at the age of five. And A only became smarter. People began calling her "A" because her father went by the first letter of his name also. He was a genious, she was a genious. Hr mother was also very intelligent and a former FBI agent.

    A had never met her parents. People told her some things about them, but it was always different. Some say her mother left L, and her father died of depression. Others would say things like her father died, killed by Kira, and her mother died guving birth to A.

    A didn't know who to believe. Yet.

    She hadn't gotten smart enough to figure out how a person died without having a body to inspect, or find the bodies. But A swore to herself that she would find how they really died. She smiled a little, looking through the old records of Wammy's House. At the records of her parents.

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    Nessa Railey