A/N: Before you read Wammy's House!, there are some things you should know.
1. I do not own Death Note or any of its characters. I do not make money from writing. I do it for fun.
2. You don't need to read each chapter in order. In fact, this is the only chapter I'd like you to read first and foremost. After that, go ahead and pick any chapter that sparks your interest. They're usually not dependent on previous chapters. You'll be able to get most of the fun out of every chapter individually without needing to know a full background. If you do, however, need to know a previous chapter in some cases, such as chapters where I introduce new characters, I'll mention the necessary chapter in an author's note before the chapter begins. That of course means, that the chapters don't progress in chronological order necessarily.
3. I will not guarantee that all info and ages are correct. There are some things I will stretch to make the story more interesting. I'll try not to change things too much.
4. Mello is a BOY.
And now, without further ado, I present:
Wammy's House!
I was just little, six years old, when I lived back in the B&W Complex. It burned down, and both of my parents died. I was left alone to take care of myself.
"Mello, what are you, a girl? Stop writing in that journal." Near watched Mello intently from the sofa across the room.
Mello growled. Did I mention that stupid head lived in the B&W Complex, too? Well, he did. The same thing happened to him. He lost his parents too. He never left me alone. He'd follow me everywhere after that. He's so annoying! Well, it wasn't too long after we had both been stranded on the streets that some old guy named named Watari came and picked us up and brought us back to his orphanage. That's where the adventures all began.
Watari unlocked the front door and let Mello and Near inside.
A young boy, but still a good two years older than Mello and three than Near, showed up at the door when Watari arrived. He seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Are these the two you talked about, Watari?" The boy's wide, intriguing eyes focused on the two.
Watari nodded. "Yes, L. You volunteered to give them a tour, right?"
L smiled at the boys. "Come with me, I'll show you what it's like to be at Wammy's House." He led the way.
Near watched all the other children in the orphanage interact. Some were playing cops and robbers, some played chess or other mind-boggling games, and there were two distinct groups of children over by the television. They appeared to be arguing. Near tapped on L's shoulder. "What are they fighting about over there?"
L shrugged. "Usually they fight about who gets the TV. One group wants it for video games and the other group wants it for cartoons. I wouldn't get involved. They get pretty nasty, and if Watari catches you being mean to other kids you have to sit in the corner." L pointed to the corner. The boy's corner smelled funny. It had one yellow chair that had been decorated with rainbows, flowers, and hearts. An evil aura surrounded it.
"Are you sure that's the boy's corner?" Mello raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," L pointed to the opposite corner, "that's the girl's corner." Aside from the horrendously empty wall and hideous pink chair, nothing seemed wrong with it. It even looked like it sparkled.
Mello folded his arms. "Why do they get such a perfect corner??"
L whispered, "The girls NEVER get caught. They frame us boys. It sucks. No one goes over there so nothing's wrong with it."
The tour continued. "Here's the bathroom. Boys and girls share. So don't take forever in it." L kept walking. "Here's the kitchen, we don't go in there. We go in the dining room instead." L pointed to the next room full of picnic tables. "Over here is the toy room. Always put your toys back, or Watari gets angry. If you wanna keep a toy to yourself..." L looked from side to side and leaned in, "...hide it under your bed. He never looks there."
At the end of the hall, L stopped. "Uh oh... A dead end... Looks like we're lost."
Mello's eyes grew wide. "Lost? LOST?? We're gonna die!! It's such a big house!! We'll never make it out alive!!" Keep in mind that Mello wasn't used to big houses. He'd lived in an apartment his whole life.
"Relax, I was kidding." L tapped on the floor twice. A shady little boy opened up a secret door in the floor and let the three boys in.
The room was filled with all sorts of high-tech gadgetry, lots of it made from tinker-toys and electronic toys that were obviously part of the toy room at one point. "This is the SPK, the Squad for the Protection of our Kin. We monitor the girls' activities from here and try to thwart any scheme they come up with before our fellow boys end up in the corner. All boys are welcome here, unless they tell the girls where it is." L called out to one of the boys sitting at a surprisingly well built computer. "What's the status?"
The boy called back, "No sign of female plotting, sir! Code: Green, sir!"
Near was astonished that L received such recognition. "Wow, he calls you "sir"? You must be pretty special around here."
L scratched his leg with his foot. "Not really. He calls everyone "sir". It's very annoying actually."
"I noticed you guys are new, sir! Welcome to Wammy's House and the SPK, sir!"
Near sighed. "That is kind of annoying."
L helped the two boys out of the hole in the floor and off to their rooms. "I dunno if there's anything else to show you, really. But I was busy building a sugar cube tower, so I'm gonna go do that. This is your room, Mello." L pointed at a room labeled "B2". "And this is your room, Near." L pointed at the next room over labeled "B3". He waved and headed off to the dining room.
Near stared at Mello.
"Don't look at me like that. You know what, don't look at me at all." Mello entered his room and went to find the bed labeled "Mello".
Near shrugged and decided to see just what the toy room was made of.
A/N: So?? What do you think?? I hope to have a new chapter up soon. Comments and suggestions for chapters are appreciated! Don't worry though, I have a large bank of ideas already, so the story will continue without suggestions, but that doesn't mean I won't read them!