Well, This is the beginning of my Near x OC story, so I hope you guys enjoy!
Oh, and Miki is my OC from my story, Behind the glass
Switching from the Wammy's house in North America to the one in England wasn't an easy process, I had to get myself a passport, validate it, and buy myself a flight ticket. Don't get me wrong, going to England Wammy's was exciting, I had applied years before to go there, and no one from North America had been accepted… until today. Only the smartest kids got to live in England. Why England? Nobody really knows exactly, so we don't bother questioning it anymore.
My name… you don't need to know that, my alias is Calm, and this is my story.
I walked into the airport, and was greeted by a smiling woman who introduced herself as Millie; apparently she was a cook at Wammy's. She flashed a badge at customs, and got us through security without any hindrances. It was a good thing because one of my specialties was explosives, and there couldn't be less than 20 pounds of it in my bag. We boarded a plane for London, and we took off. About 5 hours into the flight, Millie asked me what had happened to make me an orphan. I said that it was nothing tragic, but I didn't feel like talking about it on a plane. The plane landed in London 3 hours later, and I was whisked out to a black Mercedes-Benz. The car drove for a few minutes, and pulled up to a wrought iron gate. The driver punched in a code, and the gates swung quietly open. We pulled through a drive way past a large amount of children, who were from 6 years old to about 15. The car stopped, and I stepped out onto the English soil, and inhaled the smog stained air. I saw the crowd of children staring at me in awe, and I shook my head. I grabbed my bag out from the trunk, and pulled it through the front doors. I was pointed in the right direction by a red-haired kid with goggles, and I soon came to 'Roger's' office.
"You must be Calm, right?" he said in a smooth voice.
"Yeah, that's me; you must be Roger, right?"
He smiled, "Good, Millie will show you to your room, Calm. Make yourself familiar with some of the orphans. Have fun."
I snorted, "Sure."
Millie was waiting outside the door, and I followed her up a few flights of stairs, and into a room on the third floor.
"Your roommate isn't here very often, so you have the room basically to yourself."
She opened the door to reveal a dark blue room, two beds, a desk overlooking a courtyard, and a bookshelf, and an old TV sat in the corner.
"Your roommate's name is Miki, she only visits on holidays, and she's L's partner, so please don't tell anyone else." Millie closed the door behind me, and I muttered,
"Well, she can't be too important if they're telling the new kid." I wheeled my bag over to the end of the clean bed, and dropped onto the bed, feeling jet lag kick in.
I slept from 6 o'clock to 10 the next morning that day. I awoke with a surprise; someone was sleeping in the bed on the other side of the room. She had chestnut brown hair, and reading glasses perched on her head. She was wearing red plaid pyjamas, and was snoring loudly. I poked her side, and she stirred muttering,
"Give me five more minutes, L."
Ah, she said L… so she must be Miki, L's partner.
I poked her again, hoping to get her to wake up. She lazily opened one bright green eye and said.
"It's 10 in the frickin morning, and the damn midgets are bugging the crap out of me already." She sat up, and rubbed her eyes, "Oh, sorry, you must be my roomie, Calm, was it?"
"Yeah." I was a bit surprised; this person had whiplash mood swings.
"Well, come with me, L told me to show you around today."
She led me downstairs, saying, "Well, here's the kitchen, Roger's office, L's pantry, my pantry, the boys wing…don't go in there. The schooling section, the back entrance, and the playground, any questions, comments, queries?"
"Err… no, but thanks for asking." Suddenly Roger walked over,
"Ah, just the person I was looking for! Miss Miki, may I speak to you privately?"
"Sure!" She agreed cheerily. She led me to a playroom, and told me to wait a bit. I went inside, and sat on the windowsill overlooking the driveway.
"You're blocking my light." A small voice stated plainly. I looked at the small kid who sat on the white carpet of the orphanage. He was entirely white, from his clothes, to his hair, to his pale skin. The only dark looking thing about him was his eyes. He looked like he hadn't had a bad thought in his life, but when you looked at his eyes; he looked like he knew everything. He looked like an angel. I realized then how much of a dork I must have looked like, with my frizzy hair that I inherited from my mother, and the trademark blue eyes and terrible eyesight of my dad's side of the family, my jaw had dropped, my t-shirt was rumpled, and my jeans were doodled on.
"Sorry." I hopped down, and sat under the window, "The name's Calm, what about you?"
"Near."
"Hm. Cooler name than mine." I stood and walked over to the shut door, and I put my ear to it so I could Miki and Roger's conversation.
"…Why is there a midget in my room?"
"Because she will be a partner to Near or Mello in the future, similar to you, Miki."
"Oh, want me to teach her a few tricks of the trade?" I could hear the smile in Miki's voice.
"No, Miki, you'll either traumatize her, or make her a mini you, and we will not be needing another one of those."
"Whatever." The door swung open, and I fell onto the floor and I barely managed to save my head from connecting with the floor. "Come on; let's head back up to our room." She waved her hand in front of her so I followed her upstairs. She opened the old, scratched door for me, and I stepped inside. I ran over to my bed, and somersaulted onto it.
"So, What's up?"
"Well… I'm not supposed to tell you, but you've been drafted into a program that carefully selects the future L's assistant. I was drafted into this program when I was about your age…"
"WAIT!!! Does that mean that L is here?! Can I meet him?!" I was sitting on the edge of my bed and my eyes looked like dinner plates.
"L isn't here; he's trying to catch Kira. I take it you've heard of the greatest mass murderer of our time?" She reached under her bed, and pulled out a cooler. She opened it up and tossed me a Coca-Cola.
"Pssh, who hasn't heard of Kira." I cracked open the can of cola and took a gulp. I realized that I hadn't eaten in about 3 days. Miki reached under her bed again, and pulled out a chocolate bar. She tossed it over to me, saying,
"Eat that quickly, before Roger realizes that I broke into L's pantry." I ate the chocolate in a matter of seconds, licking my fingers after I finished. She continued, "So, I have to get you to meet Mello. You've already met Near, you might have to work with him soon…" Miki trailed off, a look of sorrow in her eyes, but I didn't question it. She suddenly hopped off her bed, and gestured for me to follow. She locked the door after we left the room. I stopped when I saw the playground, and poked Miki.
"Hey, so which one is Mello?" I pointed outside.
"Um… There he is! He's the one in black, with blond hair." I paused while Miki kept walking. I was supposed to work with him? He looked more like he would gladly beat the tar out of me, no hesitation. I ran to catch up with Miki, and I followed her to the playground. "Oh! If you want to have a good friendship with him, introduce yourself, and then give him this." She held out an expensive looking chocolate bar, and pushed me outside, slamming the door behind me. I walked nervously over to him, and held out my hand,
"Hey, my name is-"
"I don't care." He turned away from me, and drop kicked the soccer ball he was holding.
"Would THIS make you care?" I held up the chocolate bar, smirking at him. He stopped dead, and he turned, snatched it out of my hand before I could even be startled.
"Mello" he said, sticking his hand out towards me.
"Calm." I shook his hand a few times and let it drop.
"What the hell kind of name is 'Calm'?"
"Hey, what about the name 'Mello'?" I retorted.
"Hn. I like your style. Matt! Come here!" The redhead from earlier walked over from sitting on the bench, and stood beside Mello. "This is Matt."
One week later…
Miki's POV
"What is it? What are you showing me, Miki?" The voice from the computer stated.
"I'm showing you the reason why I'm in England." I faced the computer toward the playground, where Calm's team was playing soccer against Mello's team.
"It's amazing how quickly she fit in." The voice said.
"I chose well, didn't I? I just hope that she doesn't get too attached to them, considering the line of work they'll be in." I sighed, slightly depressed at the truth. The 5 minute grudge match ended, and Calm was smiling as she shook hands with Mello, even though she lost. She was also getting along with near, though not nearly as well as she would with Mello. Usually, she and Near would sit in companionable silence while he constructed towns with various objects, and she would amuse herself with whatever she could find.
"Miki." I was snapped back to reality quickly by L's voice.
"Light Yagami will be joining the investigation team."
"WHAT!?"
Calm's POV
My eyes shot toward the window near my room, and I saw Miki yelling at a laptop. I smiled and waved to her as she saw me staring at her. She waved back nervously, and I knew that she was probably talking to L. I silently walked inside, going to the cafeteria. That game had really made me hungry.
Well, how'd you guys like it? I thought it was pretty good, so…
R&R plz!