A/N: Okay peoplez. The fanfic is dedicated to my best friend Mai-chan, aka Hikku, who almost killed me when I told her I was writing her a fanfic. Please enjoy. Like now. WAIT! Someone say the disclaimer.
Sesshomaru: This pysco doesn't own Death Note or any opf it's characters, except the ones she created.
Me: Aw, Lord Fluffy, you're killin' me.
"Mom, where are you going? What are you doing? I asked her, confusion clear on my face. "Mom!"
She turned to me, tears flowing down her face. She was holding a gun, and it was pointed towards herself on the heart.
"I'm sorry, Sazune, mommy did a bad thing, and now she has to be punished."
"Mom, what did you do? You didn't do anything bad!"
"I killed daddy, Sazune." My eyes opened as wide as they could, staring straight at her, terrified.
"N-no. NO! Dad died in an accident! He fell of a bridge!"
"Mommy pushed daddy off."
"There was no one near papa when he fell! He stumbled off! You couldn't possibly of done it!"
"Let's just say mom had a way of doing it." I bowed my head down low, not wanting my mom to see me cry.
"Why, mom? Why?"
"Daddy was a bad person. He killed innocent people. Now, I have to pay for who I've killed." She smiled at me, and then pulled the trigger. There was almost no noise as my mom fell to the floor. I looked at my mom, who had never done anything bad in her life, so it seems.
"Honey, I want you to go to an old friend of mine, and he'll make sure you're completely safe." She said, closing her eyes and going limp. I held her lifeless body in my hands.
"Mom? Mom! MOM!" I knew she was dead, but I didn't want to believe it. I started to cry, shaking my mom harder. "C'mon mom, please wake up! Don't leave me alone!" I sat there for what seemed like hours, crying, until I noticed a piece of paper in my mom's hands. I slowly took it out, and unfolded it. I looked at the word in confusion, until I realized what it meant.
Wammy's.
And that's how I ended up in a black car with tinted windows, headed to a place called 'Wammy's'. It was an orphanage for gifted kids, and, as long as I've been alive, which was 12 years, I've never considered myself smart.. Yeah, I was the smartest kid in my whole school, but it's not like I actually tried there. My teachers hated me, and I hated them. I had no friends, 'cause everyone hated how I was smarter then them. As far as I could see it, I lived in a circle of freakin' hate. I wonder what the people here are like…
"Sazune-san," When did I give that guy permission to call me that? "You can get out now." I threw the guy a menacing glare, and then stepped out the car. I was looking at a giant, four-story house that looked a little out-dated. An old man walked out. He had a weird looking mustache, and was carrying a cane.
"Sazune-san," I didn't give you permission, either old man. "I am Quillish Wammy, the owner of this orphanage. Your mother has entrusted me with your care. You will be living here from now on, but first I have to give you a test to see whether or not to put you in school here." Crap. This place was an orphanage and a school? Dang, school bored me before, so I hope this place isn't as boring and suckish as the old one. We walked into the house, and I have to admit, it looked pretty nice. There were a bunch of kids playing around, and it actually put a small smile on my face.
"The test will be in five days, and until then you will stay on the second floor." He handed me a key, and I stuffed it into my pocket. I'll go there when I have to, 'because I want to look around here first. "I also have a guide to show you around." From behind the old guy came a boy a little taller than me. He had reddish-brown hair and was wearing jeans, a green t-shirt, and a vest. The most important thing was that he didn't look up, but was too busy playing his PSP. That game must have been pretty interesting, because he didn't even look at me or say anything. The old man left after about a minute, leaving me with him. He looked up at me after a sec, and then put his game away in his pocket with a slight sad expression on his face.
"Hey. My names Matt." Very blunt. "Okay, first thing is the room right here. It's basically just a room that people play around in." Very descriptive, this guy is. Then he turned down hall, and we came up to another room.
"This room is the kitchen. You can get whatever you want, whenever you want." I walked into the giant room, opening cabinets and looking into drawers. Matt came over and looked over my shoulder.
"What are you looking for?" He said. I turned to him and looked at him for a second, then went to another side of the kitchen.
"I'm looking for pocky. Do you know where any is?" He pointed to a cabinet right next to me. I opened it, and took out the whole box.
"Okay, I'm ready to go." He raised an eyebrow.
"Are you really going to eat all of that?"
"Of course." I heard him mutter something like "She's just like Mello…" Who the heck is Mello?
"Oh, and do you have any chocolate?" I asked, wanting some chocolate to go with my pocky.
"It's right over there." He said, pointing to somewhere across the room. I got there and opened the cabinet and saw more chocolate right there than I had in my whole life. I took out four bars and turned back to him. He had a slightly worried expression on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"That's, uh, Mello's chocolate."
"One, I found it lying there in the cabinet, so now it's mine. Two, this Mello person can fall in some hole and die if he's not going to let me eat his chocolate, which, in fact, was never his to start with." He looked at me pleading me to put it down. I gave him a look back saying 'no way in hell am I putting it down' and walked on. To put it simply, there was nothing really interesting in this house, except the people of course. Like for instance, there was a kid named Near. He had white hair and wore all white clothes. What's with all the white? We came back to where we originally started, and I had finished all of the pocky and chocolate, to Matt's amazement. I was just about to sit down when I heard a very pissed off voice. And might I say, this voice sounded very pissed.
"Where's the person who stole my chocolate?!" Hmm… I took chocolate… I turned to see who was throwing a cat fit, and my eyes met a blonde dressed in all black and, just as I had thought, looked very pissed. I was bored, so I decided to have some fun.
"What if I said I took the chocolate?" I said boldly. He turned to me, killing evident in his eyes.
"What?!"
Eh, this was fun. "You can't hear or somethin'? I said 'What if I took the chocolate?'" This is seriously too much fun. I almost burst out laughing at the sight of his face. He looked like he just might burst.
"What's your name?" He asked getting angrier with each thing I said. I decided to make him angrier.
"And I'd tell you because? Not like I know yours, which I wouldn't care about anyway." Now, all the kids who were scared before were on the verge of breaking out laughing, just like I was about to.
"Do you know who you're talking to?" He just keeps making this easier.
"Obviously not, I just said I didn't know your name. Are you mental?" Now, I could almost see steam coming out of his ears. Before I knew it, he pulled me to his eye level, which wasn't that far from my normal height.
I yawned. "Yes?" I said, smirking. Matt had just walked in, this time playing a DS.
"Mello put her down." He said, not looking up from the game. Oh? So this is the infamous 'Mello'? First Impression: A stupid psychopath who is obviously on some kind of weird medication.
"She stole my chocolate!" Oh no! Call the police! I stole some psychopath's chocolate! Sue me, why don't ya?
I looked at Mello with fake puppy dog eyes. "Aw, is it someone's time of month?" This time, Matt couldn't help but laugh. Mello looked like he was going to blow something up. I took this time to make Mello release his grasp of me, and I walked away, smirking as Mello was screaming a stream of cuss words in my direction. I laughed.
A/N: God, this was so much fun ta write. I shall update in, say, 3 reviews?
