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Kira's story.

To the teacher at the Wammy House orphanage, Kira had appeared to learn at a leisurely, almost half-heart, pace. She wasn’t like Mello and Near, who torpedoed past the other orphans so quickly it made everyone’s heads spin. Well, it was mostly just Mello. Near was just kind of……there, a pale, unsurpassable figure of intelligence who was born to be number on and whose only interest were in puzzles and being smarter than everyone else. Kira always lagged behind the rest of the class until test came around; then, she had showed her teachers and peers she was just as good as Mello and Near.

Kira had become quite fond of her methods, but Mello had always showed her what could be learned from rushing headfirst into things. Mello had token a liking to becoming one of Kira must bothering fiend. Mello had like to kick or hit kira in the back when he had spotted Kira space out on the piano, and Kira had lost count of the number of times she had been clobbered with a soccer ball while trying to read a book and ignore his recess soccer games.

But the WORST of her Mello-related incidents was when she had broken her leg trying to follow Mello up the highest tree in the schoolyard at midnight. The blond-haired boy could climb like a monkey, and in her haste to get her pendent she had been given from L, Kira hadn’t noticed that the branch she had stepped on was half-broken until it snapped underneath her weight. Kira spent a month in the hospital, when she awoke Mello signed her cast with a stick-figure drawing of her falling off the tree with the words “Next time, do rush and look out below you” written below it in thick, black marker. The drawing took up half her cast and didn’t include Mello’s name, but everyone knew who had drawn it.

Soon enough Kira had began to learn he cause half her ‘clumsiness’, she knew he was very hazardous to her health, but Kira liked him far more then she did Near, and Mello seemed to had like her too. Once they had hit puberty, they both realized just what “a lot” had entailed. Looking back, She found the image of the sexually-curious thirteen-year-old boy and the fourteen-year-old freak awkwardly pawing at one another after the light were out in her room pretty damn funny, But Mello’ mouth tasted like chocolate, his skin like salt, and Kira just liked him every time she woke up with the smell of him on her sheets and stray blond hair on her pillows, glittering like thread of gold in the sunlight, It was good while it had lasted.

When Kira left the orphanage on a year before Mello fourteenth birthday, which Mello had really thought wasn’t at all fair. Mello stood at the foot of Kira’s bed and watched the girl pack her belonging into a suitcase. Mello couldn’t help but throw insults at her leaving him but his frustration seemed to grow, when he notice she seemed to always make a comeback with a nod or a simple shrug.

"I may call you one day," Was all Mello said before striding out her room, his black combat boots creaking as the soles sank into the well-trodden carpet.

"...Okay,"Kira replied in a mutter, feigning indifference, trying not to look forward to a call that probably would never come.

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