Misery Loves Company
Chapter I: A New Home
January 26, 2000
A sigh escaped my lips as I put the last piece of clothing into my drawer. I was officially moved into my room; family portrait on my nightstand facing my bed, a stuffed pig tucked away under my pillow, cloths folded neatly in a dresser drawer, and a few books. It had only been twenty-four hours since both of my parents had died, and yet it the pain in my chest stayed. Not to say I'm surprised; death is but a tragic thing.
"Hey," someone knocked at the open door. I took my attention away from the current events and to the doorway. A girl with dark red hair was standing there. "Who said you are in my room?" She asked. "And, for that matter, what are you doing in my room?"
I put my hands behind my back and rocked back on my heels. It was a nervous tic that I was known to do. "My name is Se-." I stopped myself. "Sera Feuille" is what I would've said, had my parents still been alive. But, now, that wasn't my name. Not anymore. "My name is Sylvie." I said. "I'm your new roommate." I took out my hand, hoping she would shake it. "Nice to meet you; what's your name?"
She was rather tall, maybe 5'2" on my 5'0". She had a slim figure, and a round face. What got me about her was the fact that she wore shorts with her, I presumed, wool jacket; in winter for that matter. She looked about my age, maybe a year or two older; 9-11. She looked down at me; her brown eyes gave off a slight irritation. "Didn't you read the door on your way in?"
I shook my head, pulling my hand back behind my back. She then pointed to the door, the outside now showed to us. "Reece" was carved on a wooden plaque. I made an "O" shape with my mouth. "I didn't see that."
"Uh huh…Yeah, right," She turned to the opening. "I told Roger that I didn't babysit!" She turned back to me. "Are you already moved in?" She asked with a sigh.
I nodded, and pointed to my bed. "All bags unpacked and everything in them where they need to be."
"Well, that's something I don't need to attend to." I could tell she was severely aggravated, and not looking forward to having a roommate. "Did Roger say anything about this place and what it's for?"
"Wammy's House" was the name I was told would be my new home. It's an orphanage in Winchester, England; designed for highly talented children. It is run by a man named "Watari" and Roger Ruvie. We are trained to succeed "L", a great detective. All I could answer with was "Yeah". No sly comment, no snippy attitude; just a short, simple answer.
"Then I guess I don't have anything to do here." She turned around to walk out, but her goal unable to be achieved due to an old man, wavy grey hair barely covering his scalp, stood before her, blocking her exit. "Hey, Roger," she put on a (very bad) fake smile. "How's it going? I was just going to grab some lunch!"
Roger stood there, glaring at her through his glasses. "Perhaps you should take Sylvie with you, don't you think?"
Again, I started rocking on my heels, the feeling in the room very intense. "It's okay, I'm not hungry." A sudden groan from my stomach served as a lie detector. "I can find my way by myself!"
Reece groaned, grabbing my wrist and dragging my out of the room. "God, you're so hopeless!" She almost shouted. "I can already tell that you're going to be a pain in my behind!"
I looked up at her. "You're blaming me as if I had a choice?" I questioned her anger. "I only did what I was told to do."
"I'm not blaming you! I'm blaming Roger!" Reece had leaded us into the cafeteria, where other children were having lunch. "I mean; I'm a little aggravated with you! You're what, six?" We each grabbed a tray and got into the line to get our food.
"I'm nine as of earlier this month, thanks!"
"Still don't babysit!"
"How old are you?"
"I'm eleven!"
"Not old enough to stay home alone in my house."
"Well, things are different now! Sorry kiddo. Try when you're sixteen and are able to get out of here. That is, if you can handle the pressure. You should get your schedule tomorrow."
"My schedule?"
"You do your schooling here! Didn't you know that?"
"No, I was never told that." I grabbed a muffin from one of the displays. "Are they hard?"
"You get used to it. Just don't go up against Mello or Near." Reece grabbed an apple.
"Who are they?"
"You'll see soon enough. Grape or orange?" She grabbed two juice boxes. "I'm fine with either."
I analyzed the two boxes. "Grab another grape box; that one's got a hole in it!"
She looked at the bottom of the box. "Good call."
A/N: And…horrible first chapter. I'll try my best on other chapters! I'm about a year out of practice, so, any criticism is good! As for my OCs, please, do not call them Mary-sues! I'm fully aware that they both are and there is no way to change the fact. This is being made for fun and also for practice for working on other works, such as original stories. I will try to keep any information found in the Death Note manga and anime the same as it is in this story!
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