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It was one of the rare quiet moments at Wammy's House, this only occurring because it was 7:15 am on a Saturday morning in the middle of July; not even Mello and Near would get up so early on the summer holidays. The silence was disturbed by a dark grey Rolls Royce pulling into the vast driveway with a soft purring of the engine. When it stopped, an elderly gentleman with soft ash grey hair and a dark suit stepped out of the car and opened the door for a young man.
"Thank you, Watari," the man said quietly. He had unkempt obsidian black hair and deep onyx eyes. They were so dark; you could barely distinguish the pupils from the irises. He wore a simple long sleeved white shirt and blue jeans. The man put a thumb to his lips and gave a small smile. "The orphanage is not usually so quiet," he observed.
"Well, it is a Saturday," Watari said wryly. "Therefore, we shouldn't keep Roger waiting." The man nodded and led the way inside, heading towards the back of the building. As they came to a pair of massive oak doors, he paused and knocked.
"Come in," called a voice from the other side of the doors. The man twisted the handle and let Watari and himself in.
"Good morning, Roger," he said pleasantly to the room's other occupant. This new man was also elderly and wore a respectable tweed suit with matching half glasses.
"Good morning to you, L. It is good to see you again," Roger replied. "What business do you have here this time?"
"Watari has informed me that the boy's social skills are not improving," L began. "Near still keeps anyone and everyone at a distance, Matt and Mello refuse to interact with anyone else more than necessary, the same with A and BB threatens anybody who tries to get close to himself and A." L listed. Roger sighed heavily.
"So, I take that the conditions set at your last visit are still in place then?" Roger asked. L nodded. "Do you really think this is a good idea?"
"Watari placed me through a similar situation when I was a child here. Basic social skills are of great necessity to be an effective detective that the others will listen to," L stated.
"The boys won't like it," Roger warned him.
"I know," L commented dryly. "That is why Watari and I will tell them, since they have more respect for us than you."
"Very well," Roger conceded gravely. "I'll tell them to meet the both of you in your room at 11 o'clock."
"Thank you," L said as he let himself out. Roger watched Watari follow L and grimaced to himself. 'There will be plenty of yelling today,' he thought grimly.
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"You can't be fucking serious," Mello said slowly. He, Matt, BB, A and Near had just finished breakfast (at 10:30 am, gotta love sleeping in), when Roger had told them that L was here and the he wanted to see them in half an hour. This resulted in a mad dash to their respective rooms to get themselves presentable by Roger's standards, which meant that it was 11:08 by the time all five boys were ready (BB spent the half hour arguing that he was still presentable, even if his shirt had jam splodges on it before finally caving). Watari had then explained that; while four of them had some form of social skills; the boys need both better people skills and to practise blending in with normal people a bit better. L then picked up the slack and told them that they would be sent to a public/private school to interact with people their age and possibly make more friends. Needless to say; they were all shocked.
"We are very serious Mello." Watari said sternly "Also, please don't use such vulgar language." The boys were speechless. They were going to a regular high school, in the same grades as other kids their ages; even though the work would probably be too easy for them. If L was going to this to them, social skills must be more important than any of them thought.
BB was the first to recover. "Who said we'd actually go?" He questioned, his scarlet eyes flashing with defiance. "I mean, we'd all stand out like pig in a black room. He had a point there. BB's hair was jet black and stuck up everywhere, his red eyes contrasting viciously with his navy blue T-shirt and black cargo pants, that concealed a pocketknife used to eat jam with. Mello wore leather and eat chocolate 24/7, but was still ridiculously skinny. Matt was a gamer in stripes and goggles and Near was completely white; including his favoured pyjamas. A was by far the most normal looking; with sandy blond-brown hair and hazel eyes. He dressed normally too; usually a long-sleeved shirt and knee length pants, but if the shirt sleeves slid up, you could clearly see the faint scars he gave himself in his depression. He was improving, but was still worried about what others would think if they found out.
"You WILL all go," L told them firmly, "or you will all be cut from the succession program. You will still stay at Wammy's, but you will no longer by competing to by my successor." The jaws of all boys dropped, except for Near; who just blinked rapidly.
"As for you standing out, Watari could only find one school willing to take you all in and you shouldn't stand out there at all. Now go pack your things, your flight leaves at 4 o'clock this afternoon." L's tone said that the conversation was over. Mutely, the boys started to leave the room.
L watched them and said "I don't want to cut you boys from the program, but if you can't successfully interact with other people in a way that they are comfortable with; no-one will listen to you, do you understand?" The boys nodded and left.
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Each boy packed his bags without speaking a word. By the time they finished, news of their predicament had flooded the orphanage. When they walked into the dining hall for lunch, all eyes were on them and they were the topic of everyone's conversation. Mello and BB were too shocked by the arrangement to glare at their fellow orphans. When they finished eating, they piled into Watari's Rolls Royce and drove to the airport in silence. As they boarded their plane, they noticed that their destination was…
"Australia? We're going to a school in Australia?" Matt asked in confusion.
"In Queensland somewhere, to be accurate," Near said flatly.
"It was the only school Watari could find that would accept you all… and where A's scars wouldn't stand out," L explained softly. This sentence did not bode well,
"What's the name of this school, L?" A questioned and the plane took off.
"Nattum High. It is a school for… mentally disabled children," L sounded just as unhappy as his heirs about the choice.
"Why? We aren't weird enough to go to an asylum," Near stated calmly; his discomfort displaced only by the sharp yanking on his hair.
"It was the only school willing to accept Mello, Matt and BB's prank record. Watari and I wanted to keep you all together so that you would at least know someone. We also thought they would be more understanding if A was found out." The boys realised that L was just as uncomfortable with this as they were and that he was only doing it to help them increase their chances of being his successor. He and Watari had gone out of their way to make this as easy for the boys as possible, so the boys all shut up and prepared for the long flight ahead of them.
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After twenty-two hours on the plane (spent sleeping by all the Wammy boys; even L), another hour on a different plane and a forty-five minute drive into what looked like the middle of nowhere; the boys were well rested and as mentally prepare as possible for what they were about to face. Their hired car pulled up in front of a massive cluster of buildings; Near counted fifteen in total, plus several three-storey apartment-like blocks in a semicircle around another building. There was plenty of space to run and play outside and the only thing making the place was the twenty-five metre fence; made of vertical steel poles, to prevent the students climbing them. The closest thing to the fence was a short tree; about six metres from the fence.
L pressed a button on an intercom at the entrance gate and explained their business. The gate opened and L drove partway up the driveway, where some of the staff unloaded the car, told L that the boys need to go to the building behind them labelled 'Admin', that their luggage would be taken to their room and that he had five minutes to say goodbye. L gave each boy a hug; which surprized them a bit; wished them good luck and told them that Watari would collect them at the end of the semester. He then returned to the car and left.
The boys took a deep breathe, turned around and headed towards the admin building. L was gone; there was no turning back now.
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