**yahoo! Been a while... Well I've been too busy and not been feeling the FMA vibes lately... So... I got this idea while thinking of my favourite sweets... I don't own Death Note...**
So here we are. The house where I'm going to meet my new parents. I've been chucked out of so many orphanages I have lost count. I finally have some people willing to adopt a child like me. A genius, an elite minded, a 'trouble' child if you're a 'normal' who doesn't want to be corrected all the time. But even among the smart ones I'm still pretty dumb... Always getting lower than the top 30 in the nationals, I'm always ALLWAYS number 31. But not this year, all I'm going to do this summer is stay in my room and study my ass off. Only one hour outside every few days, good meals up in my room and nice peaceful rock music.
I walk through the gates of the two story, 3 bedroom house. Pulling my bags to the door I wave to the taxi man as he drives off. I turn back and knock on the door firmly. Smiling slightly as it open to a beautiful woman holding a small child. Even the child was pretty... Compared to me she's like a godess, I'm just a average person... Or worse. Wavy hair that's a dull brown colour and reaches just down to my jaw line, pale green eyes that have lost their gleam, pale skin that looks sickly compared to their tanned flawless ones, plain white and green clothes that are a bit baggy on my thin tall frame.
"Oh! You must be Orlo! Welcome dear! Come on in!" The woman who is my adoptive mother exclaims as she picks up one of my bags with ease. I sigh and drag my other bag in that was filled to the brim with study books and packets of Parma Violets.
"Thanks for letting me stay with you Miss." I say quietly in a monotone voice, looking at the house that was clinically clean but didn't lack style.
"Oh don't call me Miss! Call me Jenny." 'Jenny' tells me pulling my bag upstairs after shed put the child down, "That's Dannie, don't mind her. She's a bit stupid!" She says laughing as I pull the bag up the stairs., "So we were told you liked books and studding, so we made you room perfect for you!"
We walk into the room at the end of the hall way, I stop and look at the high raising bed and the large storage space underneath perfect for my stacks of books. The large desk by the window was kitted out with the latest computer and had a lot of room beside and used it as well. The design of the room was practical, metal bed and white and gold wall paper was ideal.
I smiled slightly and pulled my books under the bed, stacking them up carefully in columns of 10 books. 4 columns were made and I smiled and turned around to see that 'Jenny' was gone. I shrugged and went to the computer, pulling out the chair I started to search the Highschool courses and websites that I could gain test papers and mocks off of to gain and test my knowlage.
Later that night was when it all went wrong. A drunken man along with an overly happy wife and a noisy baby, is the equation for a murder...
My adoptive father comes stumbling in downstairs, I can tell because of the bottle smashing on the ground. He curses and walks to the main room slamming the door open. My mother, Jenny tries to calm him down as she goes to the child's room. Nobody notices the dim blue light of the computer from underneath the door as they pass by. The child wails as Jenny calms it down and there is a struggle. The father grabs the child from what I can gather and pulls the woman to the stairs, throwing her down she snaps her neck. The man throws the child down after her. Silent tears fall down my face onto my hand as I sit still looking blankly at the screen in front of me.
The main bedroom door opens and the father walks out onto the terece, the next thing I here is a loud crack as he hits the ground. My eyes widen as I pick up my cell phone. I call the police and an ambulance to come to the house. They're here within 10 mins and start to take away the bodies.
My tears gone I breath deeply and gather my books and clothes once again, for the fith time that month.
A man approaches me and I stare at him curiously as he holds out hishand, "Hello. I am Wammy, nice to meet you. I'm the owner of the orphanage Wammy's House. That will be your new home until you find your new parents. It's already decided. So come along!" He grabs my clothes bag and I drag my books towards the mini limousine. Placing my books into the boot I climb in after 'Wammy', keeping my distance as we start off I look carefully at his cheerful and friendly looking face. I look deeper and see a sad one who looks pityingly at me.
I scowl and cross my thin legs, "Don't pity me. This happens... All the time."
Wammy's face softens and he nods, "Alright. When we get to the House I'll explain in more detail why it isn't an orphanage."
"Wait... You mean it isn't an orphanage...?"
"Well in some retrospect it is... But mainly no. It's a house given to thoses who are truly gifted intellectually. They are brought up to solve things or become famous. It's pretty simple really." He says matter of factly. I scowl and lean back staring up through the glass window roof above me and eventually doze off.
When I woke up, a harsh bright light burned my dull eyes. I hold up my hand and block the sun light.
I look around to find myself in a large room with two decently sized beds, two wardrobes, two small stuff desks, a few books shelves, a TV and a few spots on the walls that were filled with posters. Oh did I also fail to mention the 'child' with pure white hair and silver eyes playing with toys and twisting his hair on the floor. Well, he's there. Okay?
Said 'child' turns towards me and I blink hard realising I didn't have my glasses on. I look around squinting and find them being given to me by the child. I nod and take them off him slidin them into my face. I look at the child again, his face more detailed and I can see he isn't a child at all. More like an early teenager, about my age maybe?
I smile slightly at the stranger and he hums in response and turuns back to his toys which I realise are small figurines of people. I recognise Mr. Wammy and I frown then I see 'walls' dividing up groups of these dolls. Seeing the guy in a room by himself doesn't make sense until I see on the other side of the room is another small doll that looks shiney and new from the box. It looks strangely like me, but instead of wide dull green eyes, there are lines to represent me sleeping. I'm guessing it's because he didn't know my eye colour...
"Hi...?" I mutter monotonously as I swing my thin legs out of the bed. Getting up I don't have time to see my pale legs were showing and all I had on was a pair of boxers and the baggy white shirt I was wearing the day before. I looked around the room for a bit half asleep then realised. My face grows red and I dart back to the bed and skim the room with my eyes.
"Your jeans are in the wash basket because they had mud on them and would have been a pain for you to wake up in." The child says quietly in response to my frantic actions.
"What... Urm. Okay then." I mumble and sit cross leged on the bed facing the child, "I'm Orlo. 14 years old. You?"
"I'm Near or 'N'. Nice to meet you 'O'." Near says, "I'm also 14... What a coincidence..."
"Yeah...So, how did I get up here...?" I ask leaning forwards to look at what Near was doing.
"Wammy brought you up here." He says.
"Yeah... Thanks. So... Do you think you could lend me some jeans...?" I ask motioning to the closet, "Or is my stuff up here...?"
"You things were brought up here and I sorted them out for you." He says opening 'my'closet, revealing a colourful array of items. Ranging from while to black.
"Can you get me a purple top an my black jeans please...?" I ask and he grabs the purple top and skinny jeans. He shoves them on my bed and points to a room just to the side of him and I wonder in there. Realising it was a bathroom. I take a quick shower and dry off my body before slipping on the garments of clothing. My hair still wet I wonder out from the bathroom.
*sorry to leave it there I'm kind of in a rush... It's almost 12 am and I have work in the morning... :'( so goodnight~ stick around for the next chapter...?*