DISCLAIMER: I do not own Deathnote, any of it's characters, or any of the random other things that may be referenced. Scorche is property of Asheiya. I do however, own Azami, Daniel, and the plot!

Zepheira: Well, here's my first attempt at a fanfic, hope it's not to horrible!

Azami: If you have any advice or suggestions please review! And if you have any mints...

Zepheira: ...Azami would be happy to bite your arm off for them! ^^

Azami: Please enjoy the story!

'I'm bored' I thought to myself and almost as if on cue we arrived at our destination: Wammy's house for orphans. "Come on Azami, we're here" the driver said getting out of the vehicle. I stepped out of the old van, examining my surroundings: most of the trees were deciduous, the fence was old, iron, and sturdy, the building itself was large with many stories, the windows had multiple curious faces peeking out of them, and all in all it seemed like a place that I could learn to like.

"Azami what are you doing? You're going to make us late for the interview, don't press your luck" I smirked 'You're just helping me because you don't want me around, like most of the people I've met.' I shuddered at the thought of my previous home (which I had managed to escape from 6 times, though I was always dragged back) and followed Daniel towards my one and only chance at a new life. Apparently Wammy's wanted me around since they were the ones who suggested my transfer.

"Hurry up kid!" Daniel snarled. I grunted and trudged more quickly. We passed the gate and stepped through the main doors where we were greeted by an overly happy secretary. Hello! Welcome to Wammy's! And what can we do for you today?" 'Well you could shut your face and be less annoying if you don't mind.'

Daniel smiled at her kindly (probably for the first time in his life) "I believe this little brat here has an appointment?" She turned her blinding smile to me "Oh? And what's your name?" 'I'm not five years old bitch, and why should you get the privilege of hearing my voice? You have to earn that. Even Daniel is better than you, at least he speaks his mind.'

She waited for a reply. "Sorry, but this brat hasn't said anything for five months, I doubt she's gunna break the record now." 'You got that right idiot.' I watched in amusement as her eyes grew large in surprise. "O-oh, um, what's her name?" 'Most people who know the original are dead actually.' "Well, no one's really sure, but we decided to call her Azami*."

The secretary looked quickly through some files and pulled one out. She looked through it and then looked at me nervously, she had probably just learned about my previous home. "May I see some ID?" Daniel held out our passports.

She grinned happily. 'Uggh how is it even possible to be that happy?' "Alright, come this way please." She led us down a long hallway with many doors, we stopped at the 18th one. She knocked on it "Rodger, Azami and... her escort have arrived for an appointment." "Oh, that's right, I'm Daniel." Her smile widened. "Azami and Daniel have arrived."

'Oh my god, I hope the rest of the people here aren't as irritating.' "Yes, come in!" A voice called from inside the room. 'That must be Rodger.' The secretary opened the door and gestured for us to enter. "If you need anything, just call!" 'Um, yes I will need some help, in fact, I've lost something. It's small, pink, squishy, and it's not very relevant, it's just a little something called YOUR BRAIN.'

Me and Daniel stepped into the room and I moved my attention to Rodger, who sat in an office chair on wheels behind a large wooden desk. 'At least he doesn't LOOK dumb.' "Please, take a seat." We sat in the two chairs in front of the desk. "So this is Azami?"

He scanned my black hair that had blue and red streaks, my thin build, my slightly under average height, my blue hoodie with rainbow sleeves, my black and white striped dress and my black and my red combat boots with black straps. He looked surprised by my appearance, but that's not rare, since I don't look how people might think when they hear about me.

"Yup, and I'm Daniel, and you're Rodger, right?" "Yes. Now, I'm required to ask a few questions, shall we get right to it?" I nodded before Daniel could say anything. Rodger's attention focused on me. "Ok Azami, first of all, do you even want to come Wammy's?" I started nodding even before he finished the question, causing Daniel to smirk to hide his relief.

"Alright, how come?" 'Because Daniel has been abusing me (haha just kidding)' I pulled out the piece of paper and pencil who lived in my pocket and wrote down my answer. «To start a new life. » Rodger opened his mouth to reply when someone knocked on the door. "Come in!"

The door opened ands in stepped a girl around the age of 15, my age. Her hair was black tipped with red, she wore a red hoodie, black pants, dark brown shoes, and she was a bit on the tall side. We stared at each other until Rodger broke the silence. "I'm kind of busy right now Scorche, what do you want?"

The girl who was presumably called Scorche ignored him and asked a question of her own. "Who are they?" I started randomly doodling on my piece of paper. "This is Daniel, and this is Azami, now Scorche, what can I do for you?" "Why are they here?" Rodger sighed in frustration.

"That's none of your business Scorche." Scorche turned to me. "Are you an orphan?" I nodded. 'This Scorche person is interesting.' "Are you moving here?" I ignored her. I didn't know anyways. "Well, are you going to answer?" She was clearly getting angry. 'Short tempered.'

"Scorche, you're being rude." Rodger warned. "Me! She's the one being rude!" "Scorche, calm down." She took a breath. 'I like this Scorche's way of acting.' "Ok Scorche, now why are you here?" She looked at me curiously. "You know Rodg, it wasn't that important, I'll talk to you later." With one last glance at me she stepped out of the room, closing the door.

Daniel spoke first. "You know, I don't understand why you would want Azami here, she doesn't do much." Rodger smiled. "She's actually incredibly clever, she got 98 °/° on her entrance exam." 'Damn straight.'

Daniel looked at me doubtingly. "Well, she's definitely one hell of an escape artist." 'Yup, I managed to escape my old super-high-security home 6 times. ...Wait, I could hear someone standing outside the door.' I stood up. "Azami, what are you doing?"

I held my finger to my lips to silence them and stepped quietly to the door. I reached out to the doorknob slowly and grabbed it. Suddenly I yanked the door open causing the eavesdropper, a boy around 15 with red hair, a striped shirt, navy blue pants, boots, and a tan vest trimmed with white fur, to stumble forward, almost crashing into me. I smirked. He stared at me curiously.

"Matt! What were you doing?" "Uuuh…" He looked at me for support. I rolled my eyes, scribbled something down and held it out to Rodger. «Somebody pushed him into the door then ran away. » Rodger turned to look at Matt. "Are you alright?" He looked at me with wide eyes.

"Um, yah, I'm fine." "Alright, who pushed you?" 'Haha it appears Rodger is somewhat gullible. And this Matt guy is amusing.' "Oh, uh, it was... Mello." Rodger sighed. "If you see him tell him that I want to talk to him."

'Haha I wonder if things like this happen often here.' "Uh, ok, well, see you later." He looked at me thankfully and left. I sat back down. "Finally. Now, Azlyn, do you have any allergies?" I shook my head. "Do you have a favorite food?" «I love mints. » "Ok, what are some activities that you like?" «Drawing, hiding, tracking, hand to hand combat, planning, puzzles, reading, exploring, playing video games, etc. »

"Alright, I have a few more questions, but feel free to fill them out later." He handed me a sheet of assorted questions. "So, we'll give you both rooms for tonight so that you don't have to drive all the way to find a hotel and back, alright?" Daniel grinned. He nodded in agreement. Daniel would jump at any chance to save a few bucks. "Ok please go speak to the secretary, she'll guide you to your rooms." 'Shit, not her again, ugh.' We stood and Daniel thanked Rodger as we left the room.

*Azami: is a japanese name meaning: the flower of the thistle. Which symbolises defiance

I have more to put up soon, as soon as I check it over, so hopefully see you in the next chapter!