Riddles {a Death Note MelloXOC and NearXOC story}

The Beginning of the End

A/N: Let it be known that I am aware of the fact that this is a pretty crappy chapter. I wrote this when I was about thirteen, so I ask that you bear with me. The story gets a lot better in later chapters.

If you have not already, I would very much recommend reading the description of this story so you have an idea of who the main characters are and who is paired with who. First time I got an issue voiced, I made the description clearer. Second time, in which I was told the description is not read, I'm now finding it necessary to say this in the A/N of chapter 1.

Also note that this is an OC story. idk if some people have experienced different things in that department, but in all the OC fics I've read, as well as this one, that means that the OCs are the main characters. Mello and Near are in this story, they are love interests, and at some points they are more present and important than others. But ultimately, this story follows the OCs and their stories that happen during and/or within the Kira case. 

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If you could have just one wish, what would it be? I would probably wish for something simple. Something so simple, yet so hard to obtain. I'd wish for a normal, happy life. That's something I'd never really had. At points it was happy, but normal?  That ended when I was ten. Let's start from the beginning.

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"Mommy, how much longer until we get there?" I ask the woman holding my hand.

"Any minute now," the woman answers.

It is raining outside, and the woman I am referring to as my mother is taking me somewhere. I can't tell what she looks like; her face isn't visible to me. It is a black nothingness. As if its existence had faded away long ago.

We come upon a small house and walk up the front steps to its door. My "mother" rings the door bell, and after about a minute, a light turns on; I hear footsteps approaching the door. The door opens a crack and an eye peers out. The door shoots wide open immediately after seeing my "mother."

"Emily!" the person who opened the door exclaims. "What are you doing here? It's two in the morning!"

Another woman; a woman whose face is covered by darkness, not visible to me.

She then glances down at me. "You brought the kid? What are you thinking? Where is—"

"—Take her, Annie," says the woman with me, whose name is apparently Emily. "Please."

Annie's eyes widen. "What? Are you crazy?"

"Annie," says Emily, in a voice way too calm considering the situation. "Do you trust me?"

Silence. After a short while, Annie speaks up.

"Yes," she replies, "I do." She doesn't sound very convincing.

"Then take her, raise her as if she were your own," says Emily, not having noticed—or perhaps cared about—the reluctance in Annie's answer.

Now it's my turn to start freaking out.

"Mommy," I say frantically, "where are you going? Don't leave me here. I want to stay with you and Daddy!"

"It will be fine," my "mother" assures me. "This is a nice lady. You're going to be with her now. Just do it for me, okay?" As she says this, she touches my hand ever so softly. I know she loves me.