Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note nor any of its characters (if I did, Mello and Matt wouldn't have died... that's just me.../fangirling). I do own the story and the OCs which will be running around. I want to try and get constructive critiques and such as well. So yeah, this is kind of like a practice for me. But if it gets good feedback I'll blow this thing into high gear and get serious with it (a relationship, wut?!) Rated M for language, humor, sexual themes, violence, and possible lemon or something of that sort. Also yaoi. Watch out of that yummy man action.

Summary: Welcome to the Wammy Institute for the mental and mentally acclaimed. This Institute houses teens with mental problems. May it be something psychotic or being plain gay, this place will take you. The main character of this tale is a girl named Nyte who believe she came to the institute because of a mishap at school, but that's far from the truth. During her time at the Institute she meets quirky characters such as the chocolate addict Mello who had a tendency to snap at the smallest things or that hyperactive perfectionist girl with some kid of obsessive compulsive disorder. Shall you open the door to the Wammy Institute and begin on this is a psychological tale.

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Prologue

"Welcome to the Wammy Institute, my dear friend," a man of nearly 70 ushered in his guests as if they had had some past relationship. Tea and scones were offered and passed, the general friendly greetings exchanged. The tour began shortly, parents and children looking around in awe of the establishment. "Please, do watch your step."

With that, the warm atmosphere of English furnishings and a fireplace vanished and were replaced by what seemed to be a hospital of some sort. That cold hospital scent filled the guests nostrils and dim lights glared down from the ceiling. Woman wearing foam green uniforms and stitched on names. Men in white lab coats with crisp edges. There were wheelchairs lined against a wall and gurneys along the other, their leather arms hanging harmlessly above the ground. But despite the grim atmosphere, the women had warm smilies and the men grinned as if seeing long lost friends.

"This is our medical wing where all injuries and physicals are carried out," the elderly man pointed out as he continued to walk through the automatic sliding doors. "We have a fully trained staff who can handle any emergency, so no need to worry about your child's safety."

The joke fluttered over the parents' and children's' heads in an ominous manner, but the man seemed to take no notice. Instead, he proceeded to the next wing which had a slightly warmer feeling to it. The walls had color to them and the ground was a carpeted with a warm burgundy. Here, there were several children at play; watch the television, playing cards, or just talking to one another. None of them stopped their activities as the group walked through or as the man spoke once again.

"This is the beginning of our housing wing. This is the visitor's common where you may visit your child during any of the visiting hours. The next stretch are apartments which the patients will be residing for the rest of their stay. There are several wards here for the different needs of each child. We have an isolation ward that is separated from the other wards. Meals are served at the canteen, but those in the iso-ward will be given meals separately."

With that, the man turned and exited through another pair of sliding doors which lead to a field with a large oak tree in the center.

"This is our field area where patients with the right privileges may visit. There are three levels of privileges, and this is very important. The first is called a Building Pass. This means the patient may only roam the inside of the building. They may not leave the doors. The second privilege is a Field Pass. This meaning they are allowed to roam any part of the institute's property. The third pass is a Unlimited Pass. This will allow the patient to travel 1 mile off the institute's property. This allows them access to several social environments which are controlled by the institute. The public is not allowed to enter the social premisses at any time, so no need to worry about over exposer anything of the like."

By the time the explanation was done, they were back at the the start, the seemingly friendly lobby. The group seemed a bit out of it by the time they all clustered in.

"Now, how about we get to that paper work?" So one by one, the parents lined up, check books in hand, to finish up what was started of the admission papers.

This was Wammy Institute; for the mental and mentally acclaimed.

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Well yes, this is my first fanfic and hopefully it will turn out semi-good. Please comment, review, and critique! I don't mind flaming either.