"Mother?" I called up to the second floor of my home.

"Yes, Usagi?" She called back.

"I am going to the library. Good bye." I left. My mother's life span had been dropping a lot that day. She would be dying soon. I had already seen my father die so, seeing my mother dead was probably not a good idea.

I walked to the library. An hour later, I returned home to see police and an ambulance in our yard.

"Are you the Akira families daughter?" A man asked. "Yes." I stated. "Come with me." He was dressed in a police outfit and was wearing a ridiculous hat. He led me to a police car. He sat me in it and then he drove off.

The sirens blared and I soon developed a headache. "Are the sirens really necessary?" I asked. He looked to me in the mirror and turned them off. "Thank you."

Yes, I was only 15. My parents have both died. Very clique. Maybe overused if it was in a story but stuff happens. Life goes on. And I. … Well, I really don't care. I had warned my parents of their impending doom. My father had laughed. I was only 6 at the time. He was killed in an explosion. My mother seemed like she didn't care at first. But, after that, she seemed to understand that I had a gift. She accidentally killed herself. Atleast that is what the police said in the paper the next day. She was on the second floor hallway. She was changing a light bulb. Yes. Standing on a ladder on the second floor next to a railing is not the best idea in the world. But, my parents weren't the brightest crayons in the box, either.

Well, now I was an orphan. I had known I would be one for a long while. I had planed. I was looking for orphanages that I would be best suited for. The one I liked most was named "Wammys House." It was an orphanage for "gifted" children. That is all the website had to offer. No information on other occupants, no inward information at all.

I liked like that. It was quiet and subtle. Not too much, not too little.

When all the legal crap was taken care off, I slipped away and found my way to the place. I was not one to make a big scene but I do think that a few people were looking for a short time before giving up.

I looked at the address I had written down for safe measures. The orphanage was only a few blocks away form my house. I was lucky. I found it easily. The big iron gates kind of gave it away.

I walked to the front doors and knocked.

I waited for a few minutes. I inwardly scolded myself for not getting a jacket before leaving my house. February was pretty chilly this time of night.

Then, the doors opened.

"Hello?" Came the voice of an elderly man.

"Hello." I answered monotony.

"Dear, are you lost?" He asked.

"No. I am here to stay. My parents are dead."

"… Come in." He opened the door wider for me to come in.

"My name is Quillish. But, you may call me Watari. Well, I would much rather prefer Watari." I chuckled. "What is your name?"

"Konsetsu. Konsetsu Akira. But, I prefer Usagi." I stated.

"Well, Usagi, you must know you cannot just decide to stay here. You must be accepted." He inferred.

I nodded.

"Well, you can answer a few questions and then we will go from there."

I nodded again.

"Do you have any special talents?"

My eyes widened. "Do my eyes count?" I said.

"What do you mean?"

"My eyes. I see the world as Red. I can see a persons name and life span as soon as I see their face."

Watari looked taken aback. "Well, … You are not the only one who claims they can do this. Another. A boy. BB, he calls himself."

I nodded. "I have never heard of him in my life. I looked up.

"Nice, by the way, to name an orphanage after your name. Quillish Wammy."

He chuckled, again. "Well, you do know this is a place for "gifted" children?"

"Yes."

"Good. Do you know your IQ?"

"Last time I check it was 197." I looked up to him. "I checked about four days ago.

"Good. And, besides you eyes, do you have any other talents? I need to know what level you are on and what your interests are."

I thought a moment. "I am interested in Sociology. I am currently in the High School Freshman but I know I can do more. My parents were always holding me back…"

"Good, you may find a room and I will get paper work ready for you. Since you prefer Usagi. Your alias is as so. You will not tell your real name under any circumstances and you will only answer to your alias. Now, go find a room. They girls bedrooms are even numbered."

I nodded and walked off.