I know. I'm pathetic. Maybe if someone actually reviews this, I won't forget about it. Probably. Maybe not, with the 500 messages in my inbox at the moment. Let's hope so, 'kay? Oh, by the way- the times that certain Wammy kids were here are not accurate by any means. Which, by my terms, means, "Oh stfu. I know Matt and Mello weren't here while A, B, and L were. So... ha! And- A is a boy, if you ask me. That means yaoi. No like? No read. No flaming."
Rain patters softly on the half dead grass as I look up at the huge vine-strewn mansion. It was dark, gloomy... my new home. I blindly watch as random children in yellow, blue, and black raincoats run about, laughing madly. It was... perfect compared to my old "home".
I looked up at the older man beside me. He smiled, obviously very proud.
"Welcome home, A," he said, and pulled a slip of paper from one of the many pockets on his waistcoat. He grabbed one of my pale, slender hands, placed it in my palm, then stalked up to the mansion. I opened it, and read:
Dear A,
Welcome to Wammy's House. It is a home for talented children like you. You will be taking classes. You will have several to choose from, and you can go to them when you like. You must go to all required classes in any order, but they, and all assignments, will have to be done by the end of the day. You will also share a dorm with another student, whom I have specially picked. You will be in room 187, which is upstairs with the classrooms. Thank you.
"Well, that wasn't very informative..." I muttered, letting the now rain soaked letter fall to the ground and adjusting the strap to my bag. Hearing a soft meow, I reached inside and petted the ball of fur. "Shh, Nightmare," I murmured, and stomped up the long driveway.
...
The wooden door opened with a creak. The room was perfect. Two simple navy blue dressed beds lay in both sides of the room, one made, the other not. Two black small dressers sat beside them, with a lamp atop it. A ragged green beanbag that looked like it was... sticky sat against the far wall. I walked over to the 'made' side and plopped down my shoulderbag. Nightmare crawled out of it and began cleaning her black paw.
I patted her head and plopped down on the bed, turning onto my side and closing my eyes. I fell asleep that way, and never felt the gentle brush of fingers on my throat.
-pokes you with stick-
-looks at Matt-kun-
Me: Do you think they liked it?
Matt: No. Now stfu and gtfo before Imma be firin mah lazer.
...Did you like it? I didn't. Review if it's worth continuing(: