YAY!!! It's my second fan fic!!! This is the story of Constance, Near, Mello, and Matt before 'Love from a Broken Soul'. This fic will still make sense if you haven't read the other. :3

Whammy House September 19, 1999:

A cool wind swept over the soccer field where a few children played. They giggled and kicked around a ball until they saw someone running toward them.

"Hey guys!" The boy yelled.

"Hi Mello!" The children called out. Mello (age 10) ran up to the kids with an exited look in his eyes, his blonde hair stuck to his sweaty face.

"Someone just arrived!" He motioned towards the large, old style orphanage behind him. "Let's go see her!"

The group of children ran off the field and into the building. They hurdled down the hall while trying to avoid hitting the other children. They slowed down when they saw a young boy peeking into Roger's office.

"Matt, is she in there?" Mello called to his friend. Matt (age 9) looked up and nodded.

"She just arrived!" The group of children gathered around Matt and looked inside the room.

They saw Roger standing next Watari. Hidden behind the two was the tall, slender, legendary detective L. L and Watari would always come back to Whammy House to greet the new arrivals.

"Where is she?" Mello asked, trying to find the orphan.

"She's talking to L. She's behind Roger." Matt pointed. Sure enough, when Mello looked, he saw the shape of a young girl. But, before he could see her face, he heard a very unwelcome voice behind him.

"School is starting in five minutes." The children turned around and saw the face of one of their teachers. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun and her glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. "Go to your classrooms."

The children sighed and fanned out to their classrooms. Mello and Matt walked side by side down the hall.

"Did you see her?" Mello asked.

"No. All I know is that she's in our class."

At Whammy House, the children are put in classes based on their skills, not their age. That's why, when Mello and Matt walked into their classroom, they saw the face of Near. Near (age 8) was much younger than the rest of the children, but he was one of the most brilliant minds in the orphanage. The three boys were the top students in the orphanage and, for obvious reasons, were in the top class. The fact that a new orphan was automatically being put in that class was quite impressive.

"Class has started." Said the teacher. "Everyone in their seats."

All the children sat down and looked at the teacher. "Today is a very special day. Today, we are receiving a new student. I want you to make her feel welcome." The children giggled in delight and excitement. "Come on in sweetie."

The door to the classroom opened and in walked the girl from Roger's office. She had on a short, black skirt and a striped red and black tee-shirt. Her wavy, black hair came down to the small of her back, icy blue eyes shown from under her long bangs, and her ivory skin was as white as cotton.

"This is Constance. Why don't you go sit over there?" The teacher pointed at an empty desk in the back of the room. Constance (age 9) made her way to the back of the classroom. She sat down while trying to escape the stares of the other children. "Alright children," The teacher said, calling the attention of the other orphans. "Back to the lessen."

The class went by quickly and soon all the children were let out for the day. Constance walked down the hall quietly, hoping not to catch the attention of any children. Unfortunately, her plan failed.

"Hey!" Mello called from behind the girl. She turned and saw the blonde running towards her with his friend the red head with goggles. They soon caught up with her and began to strike up a conversation. "Hi, I'm Mello and this is my friend Matt."

"Sup!" Matt said happily.

Constance looked them over nervously. "Hello." Her voice was small.

"So," Mello said. He walked on one side of her while Matt walked on the other side. "What section of the orphanage do you live on?"

She pulled out a small piece of paper from her pocket and read the top. "Section B."

"Really?" Matt said this time. "We live in that section!" He pointed to Mello and himself.

Constance nodded. She really didn't get along with people. In fact, she was said to be afraid of people. She walked nervously down the hall, her arms pulled close to her sides.

"A bunch of us are going out to play," Mello said with a large grin on his face. "You wanna come?"

"I would, but I have to go talk to Mr. Roger." Constance decided that was her best way to escape the two hyper boys.

"Oh, Ok." Mello said, a bit sad.

"Will you play with us tomorrow?" Matt asked.

"Well…"

"Alright!" Mello interrupted. "We'll come get you tomorrow!" The two boys ran off before she could get another word in. Constance stuffed her hands in the pockets of her skirt and she walked down the hall. She knew she'd have to deal with those boys later, but her biggest concern was running into even more people. If she went to her room, someone would be there trying to strike up a conversation. She decided to go find a quiet room were no one would bother her.

As she walked down the hall, she read the plaques out side each door. She stopped when she found one that read "Section B Common room". It was a large room with a stained glass window in the back. There were bookshelves all over the place, but it seemed devoid of life. She looked around and saw no one. She walked into the room and grabbed the first book she saw, and then sat on the bench in front of the window. Her fingers caressed the front cover.

"Judging from your appearance, that book is much too difficult for you."

Constance jumped at the sound of the voice. She looked up and saw a small boy she recognized from class. She looked him over and swallowed hard. In all the years she had been alive, the one thing she learned about people is that, if you put on a brave face, they won't take advantage of you.

"I'm sorry, but I don't seem to know your name." She kept her voice steady as she realized the albino was putting together a puzzle.

"My name is Near, and your name is Constance." Near pushed a piece into place.

Constance was now standing. She held the book in one hand, while the other was resting in her pocket.

"What are you hiding?" Near continued his puzzle.

"What?"

"You're wearing make-up on your arms and legs. What are you hiding behind it?"

Constance looked at him in shock. No one had said anything all day. She looked down at her creamy arms and legs. "You don't care what its hiding. You're just trying to be polite and start a conversation. But, that's not a topic to be discussed when you first meet someone. Besides, Near, I prefer to keep to myself."

Near looked up. That response was definitely not what he expected. "I'm sorry if I offended you, but I was genuinely curious." Near returned to his puzzle.

She decided he wasn't being sarcastic. Shyly, she took a few steps towards the boy. Courage, she thought. She sat next to the boy and placed a piece of the puzzle. He glanced over at her, but said nothing. They continued on like that for what felt like hours, placing one piece after another. Before they had realized, the sun was setting and the last of the children were making their way to their rooms.

"You should go back to your room now." Near said, looking at the now complete puzzle. Constance stood and looked down at the young boy.

"Alright." She walked to the door then heard one last thing from Near.

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." She walked down the hall and up a few stair cases until she reached her room. She walked in, closed and locked the door, and smiled.