Yeah, I know I shouldn't, but I'm gonna post a new story for fanfiction. I mean I'm hip deep (if not more) in fanfictions that need to be completed, but I'm gonna post this and hope it pleases you all despite the fact almost all of the characters are OCs.
Please enjoy, because I aim to please.
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~Luv to all who read this Fairylust~
Opening his cold azure eyes Mel realized something wasn't quite right. His bleached blonde hair fell into his face messily. He fixed it before he sat up and looked around the room, which was anything, but familiar to him. His six-year-old mind couldn't quite process where he was or why he was there. He quickly realized that there was a girl sitting on a bed across from him. She sat beside a boy, who seemed to pay her no mind. Mel didn't recognize either of them. The girl had chestnut brown hair that was double braided and she wore a lacy pinkish blue dress. She had large brown eyes and her skin was sun kissed. She appeared about two years older than him and seemed rather shy.
The boy, who looked about his age, had short copper red hair with hazel colored eyes and pale skin. He also had noticeable bags (A/N: not as dark as the first L's) beneath his eyes. He wore a baggy gray shirt with skinny jeans and mismatched socks, one sock being pink and the other green; there was also a red bandanna tied around his right wrist and goggles rested around his neck. He looked so mismatched and so colorfully clothed that Mel thought he could've been in a circus of some sort. He shuddered as he thought of clowns.
Mel hated clowns.
They were creepy freaks in his personal judgment.
The girl was watching the boy play a video game on some type of portable game system. Mel looked at them feeling really confused. Where was his papa? His papa had been with him before he fell asleep. He jumped off the bed getting the attention of the other two children. "Where am I?" he asked. He was given odd stares then sympathetic ones, which sorta irked him. "Whammy's House Orphanage." The boy replied after a moment.
Orphanage? Mel thought confused. But I'm not an orphan.
"Your daddy brought you here last night while you were asleep." The girl explained, as if she had read his mind. "Sorry about that." She added kindheartedly, but Mel shot her a brief glare, before his eyes went wide with realization at what he had just been told.
"You mean he abandoned me!" Mel almost screamed in disbelief. The boy and girl just stared at him. Neither made a move to answer his question, seeing as the answer was so blatantly obvious. "Did he say anything when he left me?" He asked eagerly, knowing they weren't gonna answer his first question, since the answer was painfully clear to all of them. "Probably, but he would have told the old man." The boy said shrugging carelessly. "Sorry, but I would say you're lucky."
"How the hell am I lucky?" Mel hissed hugging himself, holding back his tears. He blinked and realized that his father's use of language had rubbed off on him after the few years Mel had heard it. He took a deep, shaky breath trying not to cry. "How am I, at all, lucky?" he asked more calmly feeling proud he actually controlled his temper that time.
"Well, your dad didn't die." The boy pointed out. "So I'd say that's a good thing. Wouldn't you? I mean, my dad, he died. Lung cancer, so my mom said, but go figure. He was a chain-smoker, had it comin' from what I was told. And even though I didn't know him too well I still miss him." He held his portable game system tightly as he looked at Mel, who seemed to be mulling his answer over.
After a minute he sighed and looked at the boy with a sheepish stare. "Yeah, I suppose you're right." Mel muttered. He couldn't hate his papa no matter how hard he'd tried. He had taken good care of Mel and no matter how the boy looked at it he just couldn't hate the man who was responsible for his existence and current health. He couldn't hate the person who had played with him and been so gentle with him, while he was rough and tetchy with everybody else, who were around him.
"What's your name?" the girl asked to change the subject. "I bet it's nice."
"M.J." Mel replied sniffling sadly. "M.J. Kheel."
"No, not your real name." She said appearing as if he'd just slugged her. "You can't use that name! The people here said that we couldn't use our real names we have to use our aliases. They said we couldn't tell anyone our real names. The big people said so!"
"Pfft. Liar." The boy scoffed rolling his eyes. "We can share names amongst our friends, but you gotta promise not to tell anybody."
"Oh, well, my papa said that I would be called Mel once I broke away from him, but I didn't know he meant…." the boy shook his head as if shaking the memory away and smiled a small cheerful smile that the other two children, easily figured out, that it was fake. Looking at them he spoke in his best fake cheerful voice possible, while his stomach lurched. "I think that's my new name…yeah, I guess, I'm Mel, now."
"Hi, Mel, I'm Glenda, but my real name is Ginger." She said smiling a friendly smile. "My brother and me were left here by our mommy, so don't feel so bad. I know what you're probably feeling. Okay?" she said appearing rather friendly, yet timid.
Mel nodded feeling, as though, he could vomit. It was as if by instinct he didn't like this girl, yet he didn't entirely hate her.
"I've got a big brother. His name is Tommy Jeevas, but he isn't here with me. I think we were separated or something. My name is Cabal, but my real name is Matteo Jeevas. I'm blessed or at least that's what my first, not alias, real name translates into. Dunno why my dad wanted me to be named that, but he did, well, that was what mom said and she didn't lie, so here I am with a name that means Arthur's dog! Who is Arthur and why do I have to be his dog? That's just twisted. It'd make more sense if I were named Eadig. I mean at least the translation is the same! What do you think Xanio?"
"Huh?"
"It means flaxen-haired."
Mel gave him a confused expression.
"Are you really supposed to be here?" Cabal asked incredulously then.
Mel crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood shaking slightly. "No," he replied angrily, "I am not supposed to be here! I'm supposed to be with my papa elsewhere. I don't know why I'm here, but I think it's because I did something wrong, something to make him not want me anymore. And, you know, just because I don't know those thorny words, like you do, doesn't mean you should be such a jerk to me."
"It means blonde." Cabal said with a sigh. "Blonde. Like you."
"Oh," Mel said blinking for a few seconds then replying, "I think your name is nice. Both of them, but how do you know what they mean?"
"Just do." Cabal shrugged. "Dad and Mom let me look up all kinds of things on my laptop, but Mom said that when I was little he'd tell me stuff. He was really smart. After he died my mom encouraged me to keep learning stuff that he said would be useful some day, so she pushed me to learn. I already know fourteen different languages and where babies come from. Do you fuckin' know? Huh?"
Nobody spoke.
Cabal smirked bitterly. "I'm the only one here who knows that makes me special!" he said in what could have been mistaken for an enthusiastic voice.
The girl sat quietly rolling her eyes.
"Specially retarded." Mel muttered feeling a little dizzy.
"Shut up!" the redhead spat. "I'm totally unique! You can't take that away from me, Mr. M.J. so piss off, Blondie!"
"Do you like playing video games?" Mel asked ignoring Cabal's insult and foul language. The redhead nodded slowly. "Can I play your game later?"
Cabal nodded numbly staring down at his game, which must have been paused. "Yeah, after I win you can play." He said sounding really friendly. Mel nodded understandingly and stood silently watching the girl with icy blue eyes. Cabal also looked at her. She knew it was her cue to leave the two boys' room. She jumped from the bed. "Um, I guess I'll go find Jacob." Glenda said hesitantly. "Oh, and Mel, his real name is Geoff. And he's my twin brother. Kay?" with that said she raced from the room leaving Mel and Cabal alone in silence.
The redhead shrugged and continued his game. The blonde listened to the beeping sounds. Feeling curious he walked over and crawled onto the bed. He peered over Cabal's shoulder and saw he was playing some sort of game with Mario and with Yoshi and Sonic the hedgehog. He watched as Cabal lost his game then reset it, and then lost again and again and again and again and again and again and so on and so forth until he finally won the game. It was late at night when that happened and both boys were really tired after the game was won. Cabal fell backwards and sprawled across the bed. He fell asleep like that surprising Mel, who thought it wasn't a very comfortable position to fall asleep in, but he also fell asleep in the same manner as he was too sleepy to move back to his bed, so he sprawled out beside Cabal and fell asleep, snoring softly.
A tiny figure peered in from the doorway. His eyes scanned the entire room feeling curious. He sucked on his tiny fist as he scanned the two unconscious bodies. He opened the door some and was surprised when it creaked all the way open causing Mel and Cabal to stir in their sleep. He wanted to go in, but feared waking them up and angering them. Little boys didn't fight big boys too well when they only have cunning on their side.
"Far!" a deep, elderly voice called from down the hall. "Where did you run off to no you rascal? Far!"
The boy sucked his fist loudly as he turned and ran down the hall. His silver locks of hair bouncing up and down as he ran, nearly tripping a few times. He finally fell and lay on the floor motionless, sucking his fist loudly in defeat. The elderly man appeared and sighed. The four-year-old was nothing like either of his parents. Perhaps it was a good thing his alias was 'far' because it really fit his description. He was far from being anything like his parents. The old man knew this and smirked feeling slightly amused. "Far, how many times have I told you not to stay up so late?" Rodger asked helping the small boy to his feet. "What have you been up to, now? I saw you were peering in on Mel and Cabal. They're new. I'm sure you notice that there are more new students than there was yesterday. Do you like that?"
Suck, suck, suck.
"Far you need to go to bed. It's late and you know that you have class tomorrow."
Suck, suck, suck.
"Don't argue with me and don't try to worm your way out by giving me puppy eyes."
Suck, suck, suck.
"Far have you even had your bath today?"
Suck, suck, pause, suck, suck.
"Oh, well, you can shower in the morning." The elderly man sighed giving the boy a small grin. "Let's just get you to bed."
"Dreams." Far said smiling childishly.
The old man picked him up and held him tightly.
Far had escaped him more than once when his grip wasn't firm. And once he had the boy in bed he left the room locking the door. It was just another thing that had to be done or else the child would get up and run around. Why he did that Rodger had no idea. The boy hadn't spoken a single sentence since he was brought to the orphanage. He'd say words, but never had he formed a sentence with them. It made children and staff alike doubt that he was the least bit intelligent, but because of his parents' reputations he was to be given a chance. The only thing that anyone really could guess about the boy's lack of speech was that he'd inherited it from his parents who were both none too talkative.
Far sat up in bed.
Slowly sucking his fist as hard as he could, he ceased only once to admire the hickeys he'd made on his tiny hand. He then decided to move to his wrist before he started to suck again. No sense in giving his hand more hickeys when it was almost covered in them. He jumped from bed and pulled out a small white box, which contained many different toys. Pulling a few random toys out he flicked the light to the room on. He started to make a small model of the orphanage from the design plans he'd stolen from Rodger's office and smirked before going to bed as he had a feeling tomorrow would be more than just fun.
Was that good or what? Let me know what you think of this and I'll update as soon as I update a few other stories! I am getting back into my writing zone!
~Luffles Fairylust~