Characters: Halle-centric, mentions of Mello, Near, Rester and Gevanni
Word count: 315
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or its characters
Sometimes you look out of the window. At the strings of light running along the streets down down below. The room is filled by the buzzing of the computers and the little plastic sounds of toys. You still can't get used to this awkward combination, you are not like Gevanni or commander Rester, you just can't meddle everywhere. Many have told you it is because you are a woman. You father too, he was an FBI agent too, but he had never wanted you to follow his steps. You did it anyway.
You press you hand against the glass. It is cold against your palm.
You often says that you don't regret, that you don't regret having chosen this life, having chosen not to have a family on your own. You started all of this thinking to make the world a better place.
But there are times now that you feel like there's something so completely out of place in the world, you see it in the way a fool plays the game of being God. You see it in the way such a case should be solved by two teenagers. You know that probably what the others notice when they look at Near and at Mello is their brightness. But what you notice is the depth behind Near's eyes, too much for his age, the fear behind Mello's yells and the tenderness which lies somewhere buried inside them. You don't know how is it to be like them, to feel to be alone in front of the world, you know you can't understand what they felt when L passed away. But when you look at them, and try to imagine how they have grown up, you wish you could understand them.
Some call it maternal instinct. You have never wanted to listen to others' opinions, but on this you just want to believe them.