I never quite understood like they thought I did. They assumed I was smart, and book smart I am, but that never quite helped me fit in. I was never much bothered about fitting in; heck, I wasn't much bothered about my grades... but this new place, it's an odd one. It's a place full of people just like me. Wammy's the orphanage: It's a place for book smart kids with nothing but their knowledge and irrational obsessions and I suddenly became aware that if I didn't fit in here, I'd have nowhere to go. So here I am, with an IQ higher than the stars and a lack of imagination when it comes to metaphors, making my way up a path to one of the largest castles I've ever seen. I knocked on the door and much to my surprise, I was greeted by a tall man in a bowler hat and trench coat. The surprise coming not from his appearance but the fact he wasn't the Great Demon King himself, Mr. Bowser. For I can only describe this castle as being something I'm supposed to rescue a princess from. And at that moment I wondered what kind of people I would meet here. I'd never been around anyone with an intelligence level as high as my own and I wondered if they were anything like me. Would there be people in this building that could hold my attention? But most of all I wondered if this, right here in this crumbling, old castle, is where I would meet my Princess. And just like the fairy tales have to go, the most beautiful looking woman came fluttering up to the man greeting me at the door, throwing an apple at his head and knocking the hat from his person.
"Dear, will you please behave yourself." The man said, collecting his hat from the ground and hanging it on a coat stand. The next moment that I looked up from laughing to myself, the girl was gone. Being interested in such a person, I picked up the apple with the hope I'd come across her again. Turning to look back at me, a quizzical look on his face at me picking up the apple, he introduced himself. "Quillish Wammy." He held out his white gloved hand to shake mine. "This is Wammy's. Your life until you're 18 years of age." I looked around, feeling stupid and dropping the apple again, hoping that this would really be the place I could stay. It is a beautiful building, if nothing else. It has high ceilings held up by white pillars, with intricate detailing all around. There was a massive staircase (typical of a castle) with a red carpet running down it and to think how many rooms there must be. There must be a lot of kids here, gee I didn't prepare for that. Being pulled from my anxious thoughts I heard that I was being spoken to. "And what's your name, young man?"
"Uh, M-Mail.. Sir." I said, stuttering as usual. Damn it. Play it cool. This is a place where you need people to like you, you can't afford to move again. I grinned at him, realising it was stupid and suddenly stopped. He laughed.
"Well, Mail. As lovely as that is, you're not going to be called that any more. If we head to the office we'll find your paperwork and Roger will assign you your Alias." Alias? What kind of a place is this? I wondered as I wandered down the hall to this Roger man's office.
I approached the door and knocked before entering. "Hello, Mail." He said, before even spinning around in his chair. "I'm Roger" He turned to face me. "Please sit down he-" and for the second time in my day, I was interrupted by the same face.
"Roger, some fucking kid is playing the fucking harmonica in the room next to me and I will ram it down his fucking throat if it isn't confiscated."
"Mello, I can't confiscate another item because you're threatening to put it places it shouldn't be."
"Then don't blame me when it goes where it shouldn't." She turned on her heel to storm out.
"Mello. If that harmonica goes any where near where Near doesn't want it... your chocolate will get lost before it's delivered next week."
She stopped abruptly, scowling and went to speak but clearly realising better before making a 'tch' sound and storming out the room.
"Mello. Come back here."
We waited. Nothing.
"Chocolate..."
And there she appeared again, at the door. I guess that's her favourite thing, huh? You wouldn't guess from looking at her figure... I blush and turn away. Nice one.
"Mello. This is Matt. Take him upstairs. I've just decided he'll be your new roommate."
Matt? Where did.. ah, my alias. Wait? WHAT?
"WHAT? Roger, why do I have to have a roommate? You agreed I didn't!"
"There are limited spaces Mello and it has become clear that you ought to work on your people skills."
She began to protest but she clearly understands the authority of this man. "Don't argue it, you will get in to trouble."
"Uh.. I-is that even allowed?!" I blurt out.
"Pardon?" Roger asks and this girl... Mello, looks just as unsure of why I asked that.
Of course, me being me, I felt too insecure to say anything more and brushed it off. "Nothing." I say, pulling my sleeves over my hands. It's okay, this is the 21st century. Of course I can share a room with a girl. This really attractive... girl.