I looked from the small slip of paper to the door one more time. Yeah, this was it. Room 141.

Today was my very first day at the orphanage known as Whammy's House, a normal place where kids from all over the world were brought and raised...or at least that's what they had people think; but I knew better. Whammy's House was actually a place where some of the most gifted children were brought and raised to become some of the best detectives the world has ever seen. We were all competeing for one goal...to become the next L. L was the world's greatest detective, and one of the two kids first brought here when the orphanage was founded many years ago. He was older now, and had solved some of the hardest cases in history. We were all being groomed to success him when the time came.

I was 14, a lot younger than most of the other children, and to make me stand out even more I had completely white-as-snow hair, dark greyish-black eyes, and a complexion like a ghost. My outfit was the same daily (I had more than one pair, but they pretty much all looked the same); a button up, too big, silky white pajama shirt along with matching baggy pajama pants. Sometimes I would wear socks, sometimes I wouldn't, but if I did they were white as well. I sat strangely compared to other people and I had a very bad habit of twirling my hair in certain situations, such as when I was nervouse, scared, embarassed, ect. Also, I was pretty much always seen playing with toys or puzzles...but hey, although others found them childish, I loved them and found them really fun. So yes, I knew that no matter where I was, I was always far from fitting in. But then again, I didn't really care what others thought of me...I just hoped an institution as nice as this one didn't have bullies or anything. I know that seems like such a petty, trivial thing, but if there were people like that here then I'd be in big trouble. Along with my odd apperance and characteristics, I was also very frail, weak, and clumsy. And when I say very, I mean VERY, so much that sometimes I'd trip over my own feet, or get badly bruised by simply knocking into something or falling, or sometimes not even being able to walk two steps without collapsing. I mean hell, I already had trouble walking most of the time without wobbling, stumbling, or shakeing like crazy. And to add even more onto that, I had a fainting problem as well where I'd black out at times when I got light-headed, overworked myself, got really exhausted, or got put in situations of strong emotional or physical strain. So yeah, be and bullies and/or people who just want to hurt me, don't really mix that well.

My first hour here hadn't been bad, I'd seen all of my classes, met all of my teachers and even some students, and had spoken with the head of the school (or as the modern word is used, "principle"), Rodger. He had given me a small white slip of paper with a floor and room number on it...Floor 3, Room 141. And that was were I was at this moment in time, standing in front of the door and nervously checking the number about 7 times. This was definatly it. The reason I was so nervous was because Rodger had informed me that everyone at Whammy's had a roommate except a small handful of students...I wasn't in that handful. And I prayed that me and whoever it was would get along, or at least I wouldn't be killed or raped in my sleep or something...

My stomach churned as I slowly turned the knob and opened the door, trying my best to stay quiet incase whoever it was was sleeping. After all, my ride here had been very long and it was now 11:00 pm, way past the 8:30 curfew. Rodger of course had made an exception for me due to my circumstances, however he had very persistently warned me that the only children ever allowed out after curfew were those studying in the libraries, and even they had to be in their rooms by 10:00, 10:45 latest, or there would be "harsh consequences" as he put it. So I quietly opened the door and slid inside, shutting it behind me. I sighed as I saw the light filled room, spotting the small lamp on top of one of the nightstands. My roommate must still be awake. I set my bags on the floor as I scanned the room around me...it was a medium sized room, big enough for two or three people, and had faded white walls accompanied by very soft, fluffy white carpet. The furniture consisted of a desk with a chair, two end tables, two queen sized beds, two small lamps, two dressers, and a computer. But...half of the room looked COMPLETELY different than the other. On the right side of the room sat a clean, untouched bed with white, soft looking blankets and pillows, a clean pure glass end table with a small white lamp sitting atop it, a small fancy looking dresser, and what just looked like an over-all cleanliness. The left side of the room, however, was a completely different story; the bed was messy and unmade with rumpled black blankets and pillows, the end table was dark wood with a gold looking lamp and a ripped black lampshade, all arond it littered with papers and what seemed like unopened chocolate bars and old wrappers, and the carpet was covered in various types of stains. The desk was also trashed with the same things as the end table, along with some books and various writing untensils. Well, I definitely know which side of the room was mine and which side was my roommates...wait, where was my roommate?

I searched the room for any sign of them before spotting another door on the left wall, a small light radiated from the cracks. "Must be a bathroom," I thought to myself as I grabbed my bags, walking over to the dresser and kneeling as I began to put my clothes in the drawers. After a few moments I suddenly felt the overpowering feeling of being watched, so I quickly whirled around to face the other side of the room. What I saw next was something I definitely hadn't expected...

There stood a blonde haired, blue eyed guy completely soaked with nothing but a small towel wrapped around his waist, his arm up against the side of the doorframe as he leaned on it in a pose that completely exposed his body. "Whoa," was all I could think as I stared, my mouth slightly agap at the interesting scene infront of me. He looked like the exact definition of a playgirl model. After a few minutes of silence I finally realized I was staring at his body so quickly looked up at his face...bad idea. My face heated up even more as his piercing blue eyes locked with mine, making me feel as if I were completely frozen as I frantically tried to speak...all that seemed to come out were strange, high-pitched noised. "Oh gods, what have I done to deserve this," I thought as I desperately attempted to form an understandable sentence. Luckily, he spoke first...

"So, you must be the new roommate they told me about?" He more stated than asked, his gaze not wavering even the slightest bit as he crossed his arms, pushing off the doorframe and making his way towards me. He stood infront of me, looking down with those heavy, dark eyes, "What's your name?" His voice was uncaring and cold as he continued to stare down at me. "N-Near," I mustered together all of the courage I had, yet I still managed to completely stumble all over and screw up the one little word as I nervously pressed my back against the dresser, looking up at him. I could feel my face heat up more as a smirk spread across his face, "Well the 'Near', I'm Mello. Looks like you and I are gonna live together from now on." I gulped as he crouched down infront of me, his tone sending strange shivers down my spine, "This'll definitely be interesting..."