Here's a new story by none other than me! I was just itching to write this for the past week when I finally just said "I'll do it!" So here it is! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Death Note or it's characters, only my own and the plot :)

10:34 AM, March 23, 2001

I stared blankly up at the old man standing in front of me as I sat on the floor, rubbing the fabric on the end of my sleeve with the opposite hand.

"Where?" I asked in my small voice.

"Winchester, England," he replied. He smiled down at me with one of those warm smiles that old people seem to have mastered.

"I don't know..."

"I assure you, Wammy's is a wonderful place."

I looked down at my bare feet. I was sitting on the concrete floor with one of my knees up to my chest. "How wonderful can an orphanage get?" I asked, not convinced.

"You would benefit from the classes and experiences. Wammy's is for gifted children."

I weighed my options. I didn't have much of a choice here. I stood up and twiddled with the edge of my gray night shirt, buttoning and unbuttoning the last button rapidly. "My only other option is to live here."

'Here' was an orphanage in Ukhta, Russia. It wasn't a bad place, but the heating system was broken. Now, you may or may not know this, but Russia is very cold during March. The streets and rooftops are covered with snow. I never had much of a problem with cold, hence the fact that I was wearing only my night shirt and a pair of black shorts, but it was still somewhat uncomfortable.

"Wammy's house? How is it there?"

"The building is very large. The heating and cooling systems are in perfect working order, and the children have lots of free time to do as they like. The weather is usually nice, though it's still a little cold this early in the year."

"What sort of building is it?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"The style?"

"It's Victorian?"

I smiled slightly. "I do like those buildings."

"What do you think?"

I twirled a chunk of my shoulder-length, black hair around my finger and gave it a soft tug. It was a little messy that morning. A small chunk was sticking up in the back of my head. At least my bangs were behaving. They covered the top half of my eyes, but didn't obstruct my vision.

"I have two conditions."

"Please continue."

"One: I want to be able to leave for the holidays. Any holiday I like, to go anywhere I want, and to take anyone I wish," I stated, holding up a finger.

"That may be worked out. With supervision, of course."

I blinked at him. "And two: On the way to England we have to stop in Munich."

The old man looked confused for a moment. "What business do you have in Germany?"

I smiled. "I'd like to visit the graves of my parents."

He smiled down at me, probably due to the fact that I was smiling first. "You don't look German."

"I'm not. I was born in England. Both my parents were English as well."

"You do have a bit of a British accent, you know."

I nodded. "So, can we stop in Munich?"

"Sure."

I smiled wider and stopped messing with my night shirt. "You can call me Pike."

"I'm Watari."

I picked up the deck of cards on the floor beside my foot. "Should I pack my things, Watari?"

He nodded. "That would be a good idea, Pike."

Well? Please review!

Yeah, I know the only person you know here is Watari, and none of the Wammy kids have come in yet, but they will! If not next chapter, the chapter afterwards. I can't be sure when Near will come in...if it'll be with the first of them or the chapter after...