Alright ! an L xoc story! ;] lets go!
A small girl, no more than 10 years old sat patiently in the ratty old chair underneath her as the two grown ups before her spoke as if she wasn't there.
"Yes sir. I'm positive that she will positively fit right in and prosper at the orphanage that I run." Smiled the kindly elder man. His brown hair was slowly graying and he had a mustache. He had bright, inquisitive blue eyes that scanned the room and seemed to grasp everything.
The other grown up in the room, a red headed man in his early 30s. He wasn't a nice man by the little girls standards.
'He doesn't care if I go to a good home..' She thought bitterly, staring out the window, but still listened. The red head cleared his throat.
"Mr..Wammy is it? Alright..you may have it." The red head stood up, grabbing some old yellow pages from the large, black filing cabinet from next to his desk. The girl felt tense up.
"It? I'm positive that this girl is a human. And has a name. Right little one?" The kindly man asked. The little girl just shrugged, looking out the window.
She was light in skin tone, her hair making her seem paler. Her hair was thick strands of bright, crimson blood red and raven black. Her bangs were also dyed black. Her hair was very short, only coming to rest at the end of her ears. She wore black, baggy pants and a blood crimson pull over hoodie with a white shirt underneath it. had seemed to take notice that the girl had one sky blue eye, while the other was pitch black with a mix of gray.
Suddenly the man slapped down a pen on the papers. Wammy looked down at them, then back up at the red head.
"Now , I highly doubt that this little things name is really Hel." Mr. Wammy began, lightly touching the girls head. Mr. N snorted.
"Well it is." Mr. N said. Mr. Wammy grunted, then sent Mr. N a glare.
"All these files..they have to be burned." Wammy reached into his pocket, pulling out a large, amount of cash, handing it to Mr. N "That will cover it."
Mr. N nodded greedily, then pointed them the way out. Mr. Wammy sat by the girls side as he waited for her to finish packing her bags.
"So, what are you called?" Wammy asked, watching the little girl carefully fold and control the clothes. The girls eerie eyes looked up at him.
"Hel is my name. Bringing it is my game. Call me Hellie."