"What is his name?"
"Lawliet"
"And why is he here?"
"He is quite a smart young lad, I have heard that he's very good at solving puzzles…"
The old man looked down at the little boy and gave him a warm smile. One he hadn't seen in many days. When the old man smiled his gray moustache seemed to tickle his nose. His eyes closed and his frail glasses rested gently upon his nose. He wore a black suit and despite his old age he stood upright and sturdy, with the exception of a slight arch in his upper back. He almost looked like an old butler in Lawliet's eyes, one he had seen in the movies.
Lawliet looked up at the old man with eyes so beautiful. They were deep gray with a blue tint, and yet the look he gave could have made the heavens weep. The boy was young, no older than seven. His hair was black as night and quite thick, or maybe it wasn't thick at all. It looked as though it hadn't been brushed nor washed in days. Yet it still had a decent look to it considering. It was shaggy and was long enough to just barely brush against his shoulders; and the way it was cut seemed to form a lovely frame around his face. And what a face it was. So angelic and innocent… and scared. Small and pale to the point in which it had a certain glow to it. Despite his wonderful complexion and skin tone he had large bags under his eyes. It was obvious that over the last few days he had gotten very few hours of sleep. His nose was also red, most likely from the cold weather. And he wore a long white coat with blue jeans. And there was a little scarf around his neck.
It was snowing outside. And it was dark. It was quite a depressing atmosphere.
The old man frowned in sadness when he realized the kind of state the boy was in. he sighed. Then he slowly bent down on one knee so he was at eye level to the boy and said gently
"Lawliet…"
The ring of a bell, one that you would normally hear in a schoolhouse, interrupted the old man. Doors began opening outside of the room and the laughter of children filled the halls.
Suddenly, only for just a moment Lawliet jumped a little. His eyes grew large and wondrous and his mouth dropped a small bit showing only a fraction of his teeth, which were surprisingly white considering all of his other aspects. He looked toward the door.
The old man smiled having seen this reaction in many children before. He then put his hand on the boy's shoulder. Lawliet's gaze shot over to the old man.
"Lawliet, would you like me to show you the rest of the house?"
His head tilted slightly to one side in confusion. For he thought the old man was going to say something different.
"Then, of course, I can introduce you to the other children afterward"
Lawliet's eyes widened in joy and a small grin lit up his face.
The old man patted him on the head twice and slowly rose to his feet. Still smiling and looking at the boy the entire time.
"Come, I will show you your room."
The old man began to walk toward the door. In arms reach of it he turned to face Lawliet who was still standing where he had left him.
"You may call me Watari." The old man said with a smile.
He opened the door and gestured for him to follow him out.
Lawliet began to walk toward the door slowly. As he reached the door he turned around and analyzed the room he was in for the first time. It was a large room, and despite its large size there were few things in it. Directly across from the door was a large desk where another man was sitting. There was one large bookcase directly behind the desk with windows on either side of it. Other than that, and a large rug in the middle of the room, it was almost completely empty. The walls were simply white with a unique romantic trim.
He looked outside the windows. It was snowing quite hard. A storm was coming.
"Lawliet."
He looked at the old man sitting at the desk.
"Please," he gestured toward the door "Go with Watari. I promise he will take good care of you." And smiled.
He was also a kind looking old man. He had a large nose and his eyes squinted when he spoke. And unlike Watari, he was beginning to bald slightly at the top of his head.
Lawliet then looked at Watari who was still smiling, waiting patiently by the door.
Watari looked up at the other man "Thank you Roger, I will return when I'm done."
The young boy then walked outside of the room taking one more quick glance inside.
Watari put his frail hand on Lawliet's back and closed the door behind them.
Roger sat alone at his desk and looked down at his paperwork. He began filling out his documents. He picked up a stack of paper and arranged it into a neat pile and placed it to one side. On top of the stack in the left hand corner was a picture of the young boy.
Roger the pushed back his chair and looked under his desk. There were four large safes, ones you couldn't buy at a store.
He began to type in the security code, and then he pulled out a key and unlocked the safe. Inside it were two drawers that filled the safe. He pulled out the bottom drawer. There were children's files; L, M and N. Roger shifted threw the files until he came to "L". He then placed Lawliet's file in it's alphabetically correct spot.
Then he closed the drawer and with a loud clank, locked the safe.
"Welcome to The Wammy's House Lawliet."