See?! I started my Mello Romance too!
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Prologue
Things usually start simple. Like life, for example. A female's ovum is fertilized by the male's sperm which then implants itself in the uterus. Over a course of forty or so weeks, a baby is born. As simple as that.
Life starts off pretty easy if you think about it. But it's once you leave the womb that things become hectic. For instance, sometimes women die during childbirth. The baby might get away with its life, but the mother who had nurtured it in the womb for those forty odd weeks- is gone.
Sometimes everything works out okay and the baby has the man who helped to create him or her in the first place through that tiny, microscopic sperm. Sometimes the baby has a father AND a mother because the mother actually survived through childbirth and the father wants to actually help and spend the rest of his life with the woman he helped impregnate. Then, that baby has two people to love and care for it for the rest of his or her life.
But, sometimes- leaving the womb means coming into a world where no one wants you. The woman who nurtured you immediately wants to hand you off to some strange woman in white who then takes you away and hands you off to another. You never even get the chance to bond with the one person who SHOULD love you. Who should care for you.
Sometimes, you come into a world where there's no place for you. No mother, no father- no one. Nurses and doctors give you some affection, yes, but it's only because you'd die if they didn't. Babies need some sort of connection in order to survive. They need some sort of- reason to live through their lives abandoned by those who should have cared. It's been proven that if a baby does NOT get the required affection, it will literally turn to the wall and die.
Babies die because they have no one to love them. Babies die because they left the one safe place in this world where they could hear their mother's voice and sometimes their father's if they're lucky.
It's once you leave the womb that everything usually goes haywire for the baby.
You see, the abandoned baby is then sent to a place for other babies who have either too been abandoned or have lost their parents tragically in some sort of bizarre accident. It's then that the baby can recognize the sound of laughter from the vocal cords of much older children who too, recognize the feeling of loneliness. It's then that the baby coos and smiles up at the faces of the nurse who helps to raise him or her until he or she can walk, talk and read and write.
So, months pass for the baby, who is no longer known as a baby, but a child. It's three years to the day that the baby was born. Three years. Just three.
The child, previously known as baby, can walk, talk, read, and write. Of course, no NORMAL child of three could do all that. No, that would take quite some time to learn to read and write as WELL as talk clearly.
This child is different from other children. It's mind grows and develops at a faster rate than a normal toddler.
Nurses are astounded as it solves math equations fit for six year olds and writes scribbled paragraphs in an old notebook it discovered under a bed that belonged to another child. It's then that the child meets an old man.
After just a few sentences, he smiles in a way that the toddler has never seen before. The old man smiles in a caring, affectionate manner as he takes the child's hand and says that this isn't where the child is supposed to be. The child belongs somewhere that will help nurture its 'genius' mind.
The child doesn't understand that it's leaving the place it was raised in since pretty much birth, but it's eager to follow the kind old man who made such promises. Not that it knows what 'genius' means, but still. Anywhere the child can see that smile, it will follow.
And so, the child leaves the place. It leaves the place called an 'orphanage' to go with the old man who smiled so kindly. It watches the scenery from up high in an airplane and smiles brightly. The old man chuckles and holds long conversations with the child, as it has a much longer attention span than most children her age.
It's then that the child is told that she is going to another orphanage, different from the last. This one, full of other children with the same level of intellect, if a little higher or lower. The child doesn't know what intellect means, but she has a feeling that it has to do with the head. The old man pointed to his head as he said this.
So, the plane lands. The child is then brought to a long black car. She's never seen anything like this before, but decides that she wants to have one of its own some day. When she's older. A grown up.
The long car then drives down a long road which leads to a huge house. The man calls it Wammy's House. The orphanage he was talking about earlier. The child is so mesmerized that she can merely nod as the car stops.
She peers out the tinted window curiously upon hearing the familiar laughter of children and her eyes brighten with joy when she sees them kicking a ball across the grass.
The old man laughs at her expression and lets her know that there are some things they need to do first before she can go play. She responds with a simple nod and follows the old man from the car, to the huge doors of the house. She ignores the stares of the other children as she is used to them.
Back in that other orphanage, they stared too. Because she was different. Had more intellect, she guesses now.
These children must not see many newcomers. Either that or they don't expect her to just be barely three years old. Nevertheless, the little girl ignores the stares and proceeds after the kind old man, who soon meets up with someone else.
The girl stops in her tracks and stares up at the strange, her eyes large with interest. He is tall and older than herself, though not nearly as old as the old man. He has black hair that hides his blue-gray eyes. He is dressed in a white, long sleeved shirt and baggy blue jeans. He also has very pale skin and dark smudges beneath his eyes. She will remember him for the rest of her life, for he is very strange. Yet, at the same time, she feels kindness radiating off of him.
Yet, out of the two of them, surprisingly, she is the first to speak.
"Why don't you wear shoes, Mister?" Her voice is clear and her words pronounced.
The young man looks to the older man in some surprise. The older man chuckles and explains the circumstances of her arrival. The girl waits patiently, expecting an answer from her strange companion.
The old man continues to smile and tells the younger man that he should be the one to escort the girl to her room while he 'prepares'. The younger man agrees and indicates to the girl to follow. Almost immediately, she reaches up and grasps his shirt sleeve.
The young man looks to the girl in surprise before a tiny smile graces his lips at her pouty expression.
"You never answered my question! I wanna know!"
"Shoes are uncomfortable."
"No socks either." She states, looking down thoughtfully and then looking back up.
"Socks are unnecessary without shoes! But, you could always wear sandals- those count as shoes?" The young man blinks in surprise before his tiny smile returns.
The two talk shortly until they reach a bedroom with the number four on the door. The girl stares at it before glancing to the man and letting him know that she has no property to fill the room with if the true intention is to let her remain in this house. His response is simple.
"I will take care of it." And, no further questions are asked about it as the old man soon locates the pair.
He indicates that preparations are made and the girl stares blankly, confused. Shortly after, she is in a room writing stuff down on a piece of paper. It doesn't take her long at all to fill it in and again, not longer after for the people in the room to discover that she has a high score.
The old man smiles at her as he places his hand on her shoulder.
"One seventy six. It's been awhile, hasn't it, L?" The younger man nods, obviously impressed.
The girl looks back and forth between the two, confused, but she points to the younger man nonetheless.
"Your name is L?" He placed his index finger to his lips.
"Yes, but don't tell anybody. It's a secret."
"A- secret? Aren't secrets supposed to be shared with friends? Oh! Does that make me your friend, Mister?!" The man called L blinks several times before he simply nods, knowing it is probably true.
The girl giggles excitedly.
"Yay! My first friend! I've never had a friend before!" Little does she know, neither has L and to hear her say that makes him feel- happy.
It is an emotion he doesn't often feel. He would remember this for all of his life as well.
The old man chuckles and it catches the girl's attention.
"Now, we need to come up with something to call you, seeing as using your real name here won't suit at all. What did they call you back where you were before?" The girl blinks and tilts her head slightly.
"I dunno. No one really talked to me. I'm not sure if I remember what my real name is."
"I see. What phrases stick in your head, then?" The girl's head shoots up as she points upwards, matter-of-factly.
"Peace and quiet! Nurse always says that's what she likes. She says I like it too. I don't. I like music."
"Peace and quiet? I see then. Peace it is." And that's how the abandoned baby entered a place that would help her to understand human affection and love, if only a little.
It was certainly a hell of a lot more than what she was getting back in the first orphanage. However, that is certainly not where her life ends. There's a lot more to it then that.
As mentioned earlier, life is only simple when it first is created. Once you leave the womb and take your first breath, it becomes hectic as Hades Domain. Then again- sometimes those babies never even get the chance to leave the womb.
Maybe death is a whole lot easier than life.