Casting her eyes out the window, she watched as rain slowly fell down it, having little races between them. It was the first time it had rained this summer, and how she saw it, the world was crying for her. Leaving her hometown behind was quite depressing, even if most of her most recent memories weren't exactly good ones. But the ones before, from way back when; those were the ones that made her sad she was leaving. Clock Town, her home of 15 years, was now behind her and her new home, New Pork City, was right in front of her. One part of her was excited, while the other side was resenting the reason why she was going.
Walking home by herself, humming a little tune, she can't help but wonder what's for dinner. Trying to recall what meat was thawing in the kitchen sink, she was sure it was in between chicken or steak, but wasn't sure on which one. She got to her house, closing its gate behind her before walking up the stone pathway. Eyebrows furrowing, she wondered why all the windows were closed. Her mother preferred fresh air to air conditioning, so they were always open when it was warm enough. She thought nothing of it as she walked up the porch steps, the front door suddenly blowing open when she opened the screen door. Now she was really concerned. That was her father's main worry, someone forgetting to lock the front door. If it was open, what had happened?
She shook her head softly, trying to cast the memory out, not wanting to cry before meeting her new caretakers. The system had decided that instead of sending her to foster care, it'd be a lot easier sending her to one. The closest one was about 2 hours from her hometown, so she had to pack up all her things, what little remained that is, and settle in this new town. Clutching onto her purse a little tighter, she sighed and leaned against the window, racing a few more drops. She tried to take her mind off of the current situation, looking down at her phone. 9:46 pm. Glancing around, every other passenger was asleep, most going to other destinations after New Pork City, and plus later bus trips were usually the cheaper ones. She figured she had at least another hour until New Pork City, so it wouldn't hurt to catch a few z's. Pressing her bag up against the window, she laid her head on it even if it was slightly uncomfortable, eventually being lulled to sleep by the rain and the cold window.
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It took the sudden halt of the bus and her head flying forward into the chair in front of her for her to wake up. She massaged the bump on her forehead that was starting to grow, grumbling something about unsafe driving. Gathering all her belongings, she waited to get off the bus before waiting to get her luggage, the two large duffel bags carrying everything near and dear to her. Continuing over to the bus terminal, she began to look for someone holding up a sign with her name on it. She really didn't need everyone to know who she was, even if probably no one was paying attention to her. But apparently it was supposed to have New Pork City Orphanage on it, which made it awkward. She knew for a fact that the word orphanage attracted many eyes, and curious bystanders would try to figure who the orphan was. Most probably wouldn't assume her, but still. She didn't need to be a faint memory in the back of people's heads.
After doing a bit of searching, she managed to see the sign in black and purple letters, with what looked like children's drawings around the border. Assuming they had some of their littler kids work on it, she found it quite adorable, and it put her at ease.
"You are Mega, correct?" She raised an eyebrow at the man holding the sign, shrugging a little. He was half right.
"If you mean Mega as in Honey Mega, then yes, that's me." It was his turn to raise an eyebrow, before slowly starting to laugh. Eyebrows furrowing, she began to question if this man was really the one sent to get her. If so, she feared a little about the place itself.
"I'm sorry, it's just that your name was written as Mega Honey, so I figured Mega was your first name. It's nice to meet you Honey, I'm Mr. Mario." He held his hand out and she took it, shaking it lightly. She could feel the numerous calluses, as if he had been working hard all day. He let go and took one of her bags for her, leading her to a plain black car. She looked around to make sure there were people parked around them before even thinking about putting her bag in the trunk. If she were to get kidnapped today, she'd at least want someone to try to find her. She climbed into the back after putting her stuff in the back, waiting for Mr. Mario to get to the driver's seat so they could go. Needless to say, soon they were on the highway to the New Pork City Orphanage.
"You come from Clock Town, right? I've been there numerous times, it's lovely." She couldn't comment, so instead she just made a hum of agreement. Clock Town really was amazing, with each separate district so to say having its own charm to it. Her home district of East Clock Town was her favorite, even if she was biased, just because of how whimsical it was. All the game shops were over there, including her parents, which happened to be the most popular one. Helping out with running the shop was her favorite pastime, but now was not the time to dwell on past memories.
"We'll be there in about 15 minutes or so, by 11:30 I hope. All of the little kids will definitely be asleep, but I'm sure some of our older kids will be awake. Don't worry, you're not our only teenager, we actually have quite a few in the house." With that news, she was easing up a little bit to the idea. Sure, she liked little kids, but she needed someone around her age to have actual conversations with. Though, this made her question if they were able to even have conversations about the things she talked about.
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"Ah, someone left the kitchen lights on again. I swear, some of these kids think money grows on trees…" The grumbling under Mr. Mario's breath made her believe he was a little standoffish, a little straightforward. The rest of the way there was basically the two of them playing 21 questions, with him asking all the questions and she answering in 10 words or less. It wasn't that she was a quiet person; she was just still trying to wake up fully. They climbed up the stone stairs from the driveway, Mr. Mario suddenly dropping her bag to fiddle with the key ring on his belt to find the one for the front door. After finding it amidst all of the other keys, he unlocked the heavy wooden doors and thrust them open, leading to a giant foyer. A staircase wound its way from the middle of the foyer to the second floor, where she could see a woman starting to descend from it. She assumed to be the other owner of the orphanage, but she had some doubts. Her long blonde hair and rosy cheeks made her seem like she was a teenager as well, but she was proven wrong when the woman kissed Mr. Mario squarely on the lips.
"Hi there Mega, I'm his wife, Mrs. Mario. Welcome to the New Pork City Orphanage, or its true name, Nintendo Manor!" For what time it was at night, she still seemed pretty peppy, but then again the coffee cup in her hand could've been why. She offered her hand out as well, but when Honey took it, she was pulled into a surprise hug. She could just feel the warmth and affection just flowing from her, making Honey feel…at home in her arms. At being let go, she gave Mrs. Mario a small smile, running the back of her head lightly.
"It's…Honey actually, apparently the letter or something got my name backwards. My name is Honey Mega." Mrs. Mario's eyes widened before breaking into a fit of giggles, Honey unsure whether it was about the mistake or her actual name.
"Oh my, that's quite the mistake, I'm sorry dear! Now come on, follow me, I'll take you to your room! You'll be sharing with Zelda, don't worry, she'll make you feel right at home!" She took the bag from her husband and immediately started up the stairs, barely giving Honey enough time to register what was going on. She had to hurry after her, up the long winding staircase and down the hallway to the right.
"All the rooms in this hallway belong to the girls, while the ones on the other side obviously belong to the boys. We have about…25 kids, I believe, sorry if I'm wrong." 25 wasn't the number she was expecting, as that was only about the size of a regular classroom. She was expecting more than 40 with a house this big, but looks can be deceiving. They stopped at a door right in the middle of the hallway, Mrs. Mario knocking a few times on it. With whoever inside allowing them to come in, Mrs. Mario poked her head in before beckoning Honey inside.
"Honey, meet Zelda. Zelda, meet Honey, your new roommate!" Mrs. Mario gestured to the girl currently getting out of her bed, brushing her long brown hair out of her way. When she offered her hand out to her, she noticed how formal all the people here were. It had been her third handshake of the night, and she could just feel a fourth coming.
"Nice to meet you Honey, I'm sure we'll be great friends." She gave her a small smile, to which Honey returned. Mrs. Mario left them with a good night, and Honey found herself already starting to pack. You could tell someone had left a long time ago, as all of the furniture on her side of the room seemed too clean. A dresser, a desk, and a full sized bed were what was given to her once she stepped into the room, but from the looks of Zelda's side she was allowed to add more things. Zelda's whole wall was covered with pictures of people or cartoon drawings of what she assumed to be herself, and her desk and drawer top were littered with random things. It was as if she had been living here forever.
"So Honey, how old are you? And where are you from? They never really tell us much about the new people coming, we think it's so we have an excuse to start a conversation. Not that I mind, I'm always curious about people." Zelda had sprawled out on her bed and started to watch Honey unpack, unsure if she should help or not. Those were her possessions, all of them she assumed, and she didn't know if any of them were really precious to her or not. If she had broken something important, she'd never be able to forgive herself.
"I'm 15, and I used to live in Clock Town before coming here. You?" Small talk wasn't Honey's specialty, so once Zelda had answered she had a feeling it'd lead to an awkward silence. She'd have to think of something to keep it going, but for now she focused on finding her picture frames. The one thing she made sure to take from her old house was the three-part picture frame that had been her mother's. Finding it, she placed it carefully on the desk and wiped a few smudges off of it. Each frame held a picture of someone in the family, the left one being Hilda Mega, the right holding Ravio Mega, and the middle one being Honey herself at age 13. It hadn't been changed since then, and she wasn't planning on it.
"Oh, I'm 17! Ike, he lives here as well, is 15, and then there's Marth and Roy, they're 16, and then Samus and Link are 17 as well. That sums up all of the teenagers here, as everyone else is 11 and under." In total, counting herself that made 7 teenagers out of Mrs. Mario's assumed 25. Not exactly what she expected, but she wasn't complaining. More people who were possibly like her.
"That's nice, is everyone like friends or something, or do you kind of split into your own groups?" She preferred the first, as what if it came to the point where she had separate groups of friends who didn't like each other, if she became friends with them that is. She didn't know why she doubted her chances of making friends, but she needed to stop.
"Oh, we're all pretty tight knit! I think it has something to do with the fact that we all come from the same place, so we know how each other works!" Same place? As in same hometown? If so, the coincidence that 6 people happened to go to the same orphanage from the same town was quite scary, and movie-like.
"Same place? Where are all of you from?" It didn't hurt to ask at all, plus she could do a little research on it. And by research, she meant mannerisms that were common to all people who had lived there before. Zelda looked confused for a second, before she giggled quietly.
"Oh no, I'm sorry, I meant we all came from here, the orphanage! I myself hail from Skyloft, and everyone else is a mix of places over the land. For example, Marth is all the way from Altea, which is a good 6 hours from here!" That made more sense then her other theory, which was a little out there. It was her first time hearing about Altea, which proved how far it was. If it weren't mentioned in her local news, she'd never hear about it, as that was the main news she paid attention to.
"Ah ok, that makes much more sense now. How long have you guys known each other?" Zelda looked into the corner of her eyes, face immediately telling she had to think about it.
"Well, I can't put an exact date on it, but long enough to feel like siblings! When I got here, only Link was here, before Samus showed up a little later. You can call us the original three, or the OTs, which stands for old timers, as Roy would say." She rolled her eyes at that last part, to which Honey had to laugh a little at. She wouldn't exactly say 17 was old, but it was funny when put in to that perspective.
"I think I'll stick with original three. It's kind of late, but what time does everyone exactly wake up?" Finding her pajamas had sparked this question, and she now stood up straight facing Zelda. Quickly glancing around, she realized there wasn't anywhere for her to change in peace, as there wasn't another area to go to.
"We don't have an exact time, but since it's summer, not really early. I'll wake you up, don't worry, now change, I'll cover my eyes!" She pulled her blanket over her head, it looking like a giant bump in the bed. Laughing, Honey quickly changed and kicked her bag over to the side, crawling into the bed. She could tell the sheets were either newly washed or bought, due to how starchy they felt.
"Come on, let's go to bed before it gets too late. Good night, Honey." Zelda switched the lamp off and laid down, Honey turning her back to her to look at the wall.
"Good night, Zelda." It had been quite an interesting night, calm yet eventful. Yet, she knew there was more to come tomorrow.
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Hello one and hello all, welcome to Honey's Manor! You might be wondering why I've decided to create a character based off of Honey and Darling; characters from Ocarina of Time slash Majora's Mask, to which I say, why not? I'd rather have some connection than none (not saying OC's are bad, not at all, just my thoughts for this), and plus, who would've thought of this? If you did, well, great minds think alike!
If you've stuck with us this far, thanks for reading the first chapter, even if you didn't enjoy it! If you did, well, thanks! Leave it unsaid, or maybe even review? That's all for now, Cherry of the Blossom out!
[By the way, her last name isn't random at all. Just think about it. And no, nothing to do with Mega Man.]