Childhood Innocence: A MelloXReader Fanfiction

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Hi there! This is one of my first fanfictions, so go easy on me ;_; The review button doesn't bite, though. Feel free to click it. Many times.

Anyway, now for annoying disclaimers: I do not own Death Note, its characters, ect. And I also do not own you. Enjoy!

PS. Since I couldn't put it in the summary, and if you don't see that title at the top (not that you're blind), this is a MelloxReader fanfic. So if you can't stand him, now is the time to turn back. Not that I'm saying you shouldn't read anyway. xD

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Act One: Arrival

Wammy's House was just as you expected.

It was an orphanage, and orphanages don't really get any better than Wammy's. It was huge and it reminded you of an old abandoned castle with great stain-glass windows and peaking clock towers. There was a playground filled with toys and children at play, and inside its walls was the teaching facility for all the gifted children it contained, all being prepared so that someday one will be lucky enough to succeed L.

However, to you Wammy's House was just another orphanage you were being dumped in. Nothing special, just where you were going to spend your life since your parents are dead. The only difference was that for once you weren't the only overly smart freak in the place. To a sense, you blended in.

You sighed deeply at your sentencing, and decided not much could be done. An old man named Roger picked up your few possessions and took you to the playground to join the other children. "Welcome to Wammy's. Before you go in, I'm going to explain something. At Wammy's, nobody uses their real names, only aliases. So, what would you like to be called?"

You thought a moment, and then replied. "I would like to be called Harmony…" you said quietly. The old man smiled. "Ok then, you are now Harmony. I'm going to make the arrangements for your room. Meanwhile, why don't you try making some friends?" he said with a smile. You nod slightly, and he leaves with your things.

You find a spot near a corner and make yourself comfortable. You're definitely not in any mood to make "friends". Kneeling down, you bury your face in your knees, and then lift your head to the sky.

You inhale deeply to clear your mind—and you nearly choke on it. The air tastes and reeks of tobacco. "What the hell?" You turn your head around the corner to see a red-headed boy; his back is turned to you and he's crouched on the ground. He looks over his shoulder to spot you, and smiles awkwardly. "Hi there, you're new."

"No shit Sherlock…..Why are you smoking?"

"…Nice to meet you too."

"Can't you go somewhere else?"

"If I'm smoking illegally, do you really think I'll listen to you?"

"….Good point."

The mysterious red-head scoots over and sits next to you. "The name's Matt."

You seemed to have made a friend despite your efforts.