Chapter One-Becoming D

"Are you quite sure about this Mr, Mrs Deviant?"
"Of course we are, we wouldn't be here if we weren't!"

"Please, at least think about this, about you're daughter, before you sign the form."

"There's nothing to consider. Without her we'd be able to afford a better place and more things for her brothers, won't we?"

"Well, I'm not sure Mr Deviant…But, please, at least take a few days to consider this…"

"Sorry, no can do. We've brought her things, so she's staying put."

"Well, if you're absolutely positive…"

Mr Deviant snatched a pen up from the desk and signed the form before shoving them in front of his wife, who signed away her daughter with a flourish. Without another word Mr and Mrs Deviant got up off the chairs in front of the oak desk, and headed toward the door. Just before she passed through the large ornate door Mrs Deviant paused, as though unsure whether or not to turn around, maybe to say a kind word of parting to her daughter. But after a few seconds she hurried through the door after her husband.

The old man behind the desk was still sat with his fingers crossed in front of him. He smiled sadly down at the young girl who sat on the middle of three seats in front of him.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that Miss Deviant." he apologised to her. Then added in a softer voice "Are they always like that?"

The young girl looked up for the first time since entering the room earlier with her parents. She stared at the old man for a moment from behind her long black bangs before answering.

"Yes." she muttered. "But I'm used to it now. I'm the one who should be apologising Sir."

"Please Miss Deviant, there is no need for that." He smiled as he picked up the recently signed form from the other side of the desk. "Everyone around here calls me Watari, and I would like you to do the same."

"Watery?" She repeated, rather confused at the Japanese-sounding pronunciation.

"Wa-ta-ri." With a fond smile the old man repeated his alias, many of the kids couldn't get the pronunciation correct the first time.

"Oh, sorry Si- Watari." She mumbled. Pausing for a moment, she looked up at Watari. "May I call you Watari-san?"

"If you wish, but, if I may ask, where did that come from?" Watari asked the newest member of the England based, Wammys house.

"It just sounded appropriate, giving the circumstances of your Japanese sounding name." This made Watari smiled again.

"Now Miss Deviant, before I give you a tour of the household, there is something that you need to know. To protect your identity you will be given an alias made up of a single letter of the alphabet, each of the children here have one, you will be known by this initial around Wammys. You should not give out your real name to anyone, do you understand this?"

"Yes, Watari-san"

"Good. Then from henceforth, Miss Deviant, you shall be known as D."

She nodded in acceptance of her new persona. D… The letter echoed in her head A new name, a new start the new D thought to herself as Watari stood and walked around to her side of the desk.

"Well D, I think its time for that tour I mentioned." He smiled in a grandfatherly way and gestured toward the door, picking her backpack as he did so.

D slid off the straight-backed chair and followed Watari out of the door, like her mother had, she paused at the doorway. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out into the threshold of what she believed to be the beginning of her new life, leaving her old life, her family, behind.