Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Sadly.
Ivy is an OC.
Summary: Wammy's House days. A newly orphaned girl, Ivy Morings, is taken to the orphanage after her mother passes away. She befriends Near, Matt, and much to his dismay, Mello. Slight fluff. Rated for Language.
The almost hypnotizing rumble of the car at last ceased, bringing the child which it held in it's backseat to her normal state once more. She glanced out the window at the ominous church like orphanage, soon to become her new home. Absolutely wonderful, I hope they're not out-of-their-mind crazy about religion, she thought, frowning. As the woman who had ordered her to come to this place popped the trunk and took out Ivy's belongings, the fourteen year old stepped slowly from the car, slamming the door with much more force than needed. The woman scowled. Ivy returned her glare.
She was about the average height for a teenager her age, in good physical condition, and a strikingly featured face. Strong chin and wolf like eyes were the main attractions. She wore a simple tee shirt, jeans that fit tightly around the thighs but loosely at the bottoms, decorated with patches and writing, and an oversized purple hoodie, printed with a large rainbow fairy design on the back. Around her neck hung multiple strands of beads, some with small symbols, some with just color, that jangled as she walked. But one thing stood out about Ivy like a sore thumb. The short, unevenly cut hair falling down her head was dyed in all colors of the spectrum. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet completely circled her entire skull. She had had an almost morbid fascination with rainbows since she was a toddler. Her mother had always encouraged her imagination to run with itself, and had gladly obliged to her request to color it.
Her hair was her pride, every morning she got up and couldn't resist smiling as she looked in the mirror. It was what made her Ivy, and gave her the confidence to speak her mind. Flipping the multi colored bangs away from her eyes, she grinned as the man walking from the massive doors of Wammy's House stared in awe.
"Ivy, this is Roger. Consider him the principal," the snippy woman said, almost shoving the black suitcase of the girl's things at her.
"Hello! Welcome to Wammy's House," the grey haired man said with great enthusiasm, smiling warmly. His voice held a somewhat British accent, at least to Ivy.
"Um…Hi," she replied, shifting the suitcase to her opposite hand and stretching it out to the man. "This is really heavy, so can you carry it 'till I get to my room?"
The man, Roger, was bewildered, taking the handle and mutely agreeing to the request.
Roaring to life behind them, the woman who had driven Ivy started the car and was off in a flash, probably happy to be rid of the child at last.
Sighing, the old man started towards the doors. "Let's go inside, shall we? It's much to cold to stand out here for long."
But I like the cold better… Ivy thought to herself, following with slight dismay.
Author's Note: I'd just like to point out, this is my first story. I would love any advice at all as to any flaws I have made and what should be done to change them.