Chapter one.
'Wammy House Is A Strange Place.'
...QUEBEC...
5th October.
I heard a knocking on the 'door' of my 'house'.
"Who the heck..." I mumbled getting up, only to hit my head on the 'ceiling'.
"FUCK!" I yelled holding the top of my head. I slowly opened the 'door'.
My eyes peeked out of my 'house' only to see an elderly man with white hair and moustache smiling at me.
I was silent for a moment, as I looked at the letters and number floating above his head.
Weird name...
"What?" I asked coldly, still looking through the crack.
"I am Quilish Wammy, but please call me Watari." He said. I raised a brow at his English accent.
"You are Queen LaBlanc, correct?" 'Watari' asked.
"... Why do you need to know?" I asked him.
"Your parents died about a month ago, and in their will, they stated that they would send you to the orphanage I founded; Wammy's House. It is located in London, England and if you like I will tell you more about it on the way there."
"I'm going to England than? Alright." I said pushing the lid of the dumpster open.
Yes I was living in a dumpster. The 'door' was the lid and the 'house' was the inside. That pretty much explains why I hit my head on the 'ceiling'.
OH! By the way!
My name is Queen LaBlanc. Both sets of parents that I've had, have died. My bio parents died in a house fire when I was four and my step parents died on the second of September, which, like Watari said, was about a month ago. I had nowhere to go so I started living in this abandoned dumpster. At first it smelt like Weed and Crystal Meth, so I had to air the place out, than three days later it was fine. Anyway, I'll be 15 years old on December the 13th . I have naturally white hair, and quite cold violet eyes. They were originally blue though. When my bio parents died my eye colour changed along with my eye sight. I was able to see things differently. After that happened, my glare also increased in intensity. I scared a lot of people... Oh yeah. My favourite colour is blue, I love music (especially Dubstep!) , and I have a seaweed balanced diet. I know what your thinking, 'Ew! How do you like seaweed? Its gross!'. To be honest, I couldn't care less about what you say! It's good for you and its great with sushi!
Right, I'm getting side tracked...
I opened the lid completely letting it his the concrete wall behind me.
I let the rays of sun pour onto the surface of my skin and making my hair glow like the first snow fall of the year. I stretched my arms up above me and sighed in happiness. Then I started getting my things to take with me.
These items included: my 4G iPod touch, my charger, my drawing tools, my drawing binder, a clip bored holding a lot of paper, and my teddy bear that my bio parents gave me.
Grabbing onto the dumpster ledge, I pushed with momentum, swung my legs beside me and jumped out of the dumpster; staking the landing.
"Shall we go?" Watari asked.
"Wait... before that, I need to stop by the junk yard. Just to tell a friend that I'm leaving." I said with depression.
When we got there, I told Watari I would be back in less than five minutes and ran out of the very nice Limo. I was a naturally fast runner so I got to the main office quickly. When I arrived, I asked the man there where my friend was. He told me where he should be at this time of day, and I sprinted. I got to part B of the yard. Looking around, I couldn't spot him.
"MAIL!" I called out.
"Damn it! Mail! Where the hell are you?" I yelled.
All of a sudden, there was some rustling from an easily 10 meter tall pile of garbage.
"You do know you don't have to yell, right?" Said the voice.
From practically the top of the pile, emerged a boy with red hair and orange tinted goggles. He wore a striped, black and white shirt, and beige overalls. He had boots that went up to about his knees and working gloves on his hands. He was (well that's what he told me) 16 years old. Mail Jeevas, but I believe most of you know him by the name of Matt.
He got up from his resting place and quickly stepped/ran down a part of the pile before jumping and landing infront of me. He looked at me as he stood up about half a head taller than me.
"What's up?" He asked.
"Hi..." I said smiling quite sadly.
"Hey, what the matter?" Mail asked.
"I... I'm... the thing is-"
"That the both of you are coming to Wammy's House." Said Watari, who interrupted me and was beside the two of us.
"Watari..." I said trailing off.
He pulled out a file from the trench coat he was wearing.
"'Mail Jeevas, born February 1st 1990, parents died when you were 9 years old.' that sounds about right doesn't it?" He asked Mail.
Mail gave him a confused look, than nodded slowly.
"You are also coming to Wammy's house. It was actually you, Mail, that I found first. Then because of your friendship with Ms. LaBlanc, I was able to find her two." He said humbly.
Mail and I looked at each other. Then Mail spoke up.
"Alright. I'll come with you, just 'cause I wanna get outta this hell hole." Mail sighed. I jumped with joy and hug tackled him, making him fall over.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said happily.
"G-get off of me! Your squishing my insides!" He choked.
I laughed and got up off him helping him up.
"Shall we get going? Out flight is in two hours." Watari said.
...QUEBEC...
It was huge.
I mean, huge huge.
"This is an orphanage?" I yelled.
We were infront of Wammy's house. It was gigantic and old. It had a feeling of safety around it. There were vines growing along the walls, and a big front yard... I don't think the title 'front yard' even comes close to how magnificent this place was.
"Damn..." Mail said.
"Shall I show you around?" Watari asked. We both nodded still in amazement.
As we walked down the hall I saw many other children, much younger than me though.
"While you are in this house, you will have code names or nicknames if you prefer. These names start with the first letters of your actual names. You may choose them of course." He told them.
"Then I wanna be called Matt." Mail-, I mean Matt said.
"Alright, then Matt, that is what you will introduce yourself by." Watari told him.
"What about you, Q?" Watari said... addressing me as 'Q'.
"I don't know... OH!" I exclaimed. "You have Wi fi here right?" I asked Watari.
"Yes we do." He said with some questioning to my motives in his speech.
"What is the Wi Fi password? That way I can choose one of the first results when I Google 'Que'." I said. Watari understood and told me the password. It was 'Login2WIFI'... talk about easy to remember! I got onto Google and saw the first results. The first one was 'Queens', now I couldn't use that, because is was practically my actual name. The second result was 'Quest', this was interesting, but I didn't like it that much. Then, It was the third one that caught my interest.
"Quebec... I want to be called Quebec." I told Watari. Watari smiled at me and said.
"Well than, Matt, Quebec... Welcome to Wammy's house." He said bowing, much like a butler would do.
...QUEBEC...
I quietly sat on my bed. Watari showed us our room, which we were sharing. I didn't mind sharing with Mai- sorry I mean Matt (I can't get used to that), he was kind of like a brother to me.
I stared at the wall infront of me.
It was such a depressing wall.
The room was a grey beige-ish colour, had a desk in the corner of the room, and two single beds. It wasn't as bad as the dumpster, but it was a hell of a lot more depressing. I got changed out of my clothes and put on a royal blue long sleeve shirt and dark blue pajama pants that had random yellow and orange stars on them. I took out my iPod and my 'Explosive Bass' Sennheiser headphones, and placed them around my neck. I always have them on my neck and my iPod charged, just in case... I got up and walked to the door. I was tired of this room, I decided to follow Matt's example and walk around the house.
As I walked into the hall, I was ran into by a flock of 7 to 10 year olds. They began apologizing madly. It kind of gave me a head ache...
"It's fine..." I said looking at the loud bunch. They jumped.
They had the misfortune to get a slight glare from me. But it wasn't intentional!
"Sorry miss!" They all said, shitting their pants. I walked past them rubbing the arch of my nose.
As I turned the corner, I heard them...
"She's so creepy!"
"I know! Who is she anyway?"
"Why are all the older kids so mean!"
"I think she's the same or worse than BB!"
Who's 'BB'? I thought to myself. I kept walking.
I turned another corner and entered the grand hall. There were different signs above each door. Most were things like 'Class 1' and on but others were things like 'Lounge', 'Arcade', 'Cafe', 'Computer Room', and so on so forth. I walked down the hall seeing all the different letters and numbers in red above the kids heads'. They were all such common names... How boring...
I walked into the Lounge only to find Matt sitting on the couch playing with his DS.
" I thought you'd be in the Arcade." I spoke up making him look up at me.
"Hey Queen. What's up? Memorizing your way around this place?" He asked.
"I told you to call me Quebec! I'm calling you Matt, not Mail." I told him. He simply shrugged and went back to his game. I sat down next to him and watched him play.
"Uh..." I heard a voice from the door's direction say. I snapped my head up to see a boy with blond hair that was just skimming his shoulders. He had a black long sleeve shirt and long black pants to match. He had electric blue eyes, they were stunning. His name too, also interesting.
"I've never seen you guys here before." He said.
No shit Sherlock, you want a fucking metal for it? I thought to myself quite annoyed.
"Yeah we're new." Matt intercepted and paused his game to look up.
"I'm Matt and she's Quebec." He said flatly.
"I'm Mello." He responded.
"Obviously not..." I mumbled. The name I say above his head was Mihael Keehl.
"When'd you get here?" He asked walking to the couch across from us.
"Today... why?" I answered.
"Just curious..." He pulled out a chocolate bar from his back pocket. He skillfully took off the silver rapping, taking a bite out of it.
"You two..." Said another voice.
"Oh hey Near..." Matt said casually.
"... So you're the new girl I heard about from the younger kids." Said the other voice from the door. This time when I looked over at the door, I saw a small boy with short, messy, white hair. He had albino white skin and was wearing a white pajama shirt and pants. In his hand was a toy robot. He was barefoot, and had big, grey eyes. His pupils were very dilated... It kind of looked like he was high on something.
"Yeah... those kids that I scared shitless earlier right?" I asked casually.
That got a chuckle from Matt.
"Yes, they were quite shaken. They said they ran into an female with long, white hair and a killing look in her eye." He said walking over to us than sat on the floor, playing with the arms of the toy robot.
"By the way, like Matt said, I'm Near." He said not looking up from the toy. He was completely expressionless.
"I'm Quebec..." I said looking at his name... Nate River.
Suddenly, in all the silence, there was a loud noise.
Gruuuuumble
My face immediately went red. Stupid stomach...
Both Matt and Mello laughed at this, while Near just looked at me. Matt's was more of a giggle, while Mello's had no restrain.
"Sh-shut up!" I yelled at the two.
"I haven't had anything to eat since we got here! Which by the way, was about five in the damn morning!" I yelled again.
Mello calmed down slightly.
"S-sorry... it was just so- HAHAHA!" Mello said bursting into laughter once more.
You know those times when your so angry that you just blurt something out of nowhere? I really hate them... Damn Freudian slips...
"JUST SHUT THE HELL UP MIHAEL!" I exploded. Mello stopped laughing, giving me a shocked look. I slapped my hand onto my mouth realizing my slip.
It was dead silent in the room.
"... What did you just call me?" Mello asked.
I stared at him a little longer before noticing that Near and Matt were also staring at me. I put my hand down and ran out the door.
...QUEBEC...
I was scrunched up in a corner outside of the building.
It was cold. And stupid old me forgot to wear shoes.
"AURGH!" I yelled jumping up.
"Fucking eyes! I don't even need you! I miss not being able to see all the names and lifespans of every fucking person I see! I hate these Shinigami eyes! AAAAHHH!" I grunted into the sky.
Yes I have the eyes. I got the after my bio died for some reason. That's why my eyes are violet and not the electric blue (like Mello's) their supposed to be.
I heard someone rustling the leaves around the corner. Shit... Someone had been listening...
"Who's there?" I called.
It was silent... for a moment.
Then I met him.
A boy looking about my age, a head taller than me emerged from the corner. He had jet black hair that went in every direction you could think of and pale skin. He wore the same clothing as Mello, but a few sizes too big. What really caught my attention was his blood red eyes. I still hadn't noticed his name though.
"Hi..." He said in a low voice.
"You heard?" I said, cutting to the chase. He tilted his head to the side.
"You... you said you have the eyes... the Shinigami eyes..." He said walking towards me.
"I'm not alone than?" He said with a bit of hope in his voice. When I looked up, his face was an inch away from mine. I was already against a wall so I couldn't move back. Instead, he just looked into my eyes. My body couldn't move. I was too far into his eyes to do anything. His beautiful eyes. The colour of blood. Then he moved back.
"As you can now see, I'm Beyond Birthday. Everyone just calls me BB though. It's nice to meet you Queen..." He said smirking.
He really had them. He had the eyes.
"Its Quebec..." I said to him.
"Well Quebec, it's nice to meet you." He said getting closer. The same distance he was before to be exact.
"You know you're really cute." he suddenly said. My eyes widened. I tried hiding the slight blush on my cheek by giving him a smug look and turning away.
"Sh-shut it BB... I think hitting on someone is a real turn off. So don't do it!" I told him.
He let a little laugh out.
"I definitely like you. You're the most interesting person I've met so far." He said taking some of hair. He brought it up to his face and inhaled. I'll be honest, it kind of creeped the hell out of me... yet at the same time I liked it. Either way it made me blush a deep red.
"I like all of you." He smirked in that psychotic way that just enchanted me.
I looked away shyly.
"Hey Quebec." BB said getting my attention.
"Y-yeah?" I said trying to avoid his eyes.
"You should never hate your Shinigami eyes. They will come in useful at one point. Trust me." He said, with almost a concerned look on his face.
"Because of the Eyes I let it slip about Mello's actual name! I got so angry and so caught up in the moment I had a Freudian slip! Than I ran out of there. And then I met you..." I trailed off, feeling the blush returning to my cheeks.
"See, they did come in handy. If you hadn't slipped, then we wouldn't have met. Yes, we might have met a little later, but we wouldn't know that we both have the eyes. And because of that, I'm grateful." He smiled at me.
"Yeah... That's true... But how the hell am I supposed to explain how I knew his name?" I whined.
BB thought for a moment.
'Light bulb moment!' read across his face.
"Okay, this is what your gonna say..."
...QUEBEC...
I saw him down the hall, so I picked up my pace.
"Mello." I called out to the boy. He looked over and I could see his eyes widen.
"W-what?" He stuttered, probably nervous.
"Can I talk to you in private?" I asked. He nodded. We walked in silence to the lounge. Once we got there, I shut the door behind me.
"So you wanna explain why the hell you called me Mihael?" He cut straight to the point.
"Look... Mello, I'm really sorry about that... you see... The truth is..." I paused for a moment.
"You look a lot like someone I used to know. His name was Mihael, and he used to make fun of me, kind of like what you did... He died about two and a half years ago. So I was kind of shocked when I saw you..."
This was a lie. All credit goes to BB. Especially since he came up with it in seconds.
"Oh... I'm sorry about that... I was just surprised that you called me by that name..." Mello believed it!
"Why? Is that name special to you?" I asked dumbly.
"You could say that..." He chuckled scratching the back of his head.
"Can we just start over?" I asked smiling.
"Sure. Hi. I'm Mello. Nice to meet you." Mello said smirking.
"Right back at ya, I'm Quebec." I smirked back.
...QUEBEC...
(Let's time skip to that evening...)
I was walking down the grand hall once again. It was dark outside, so it was probably eight or nine. I watched as all the little kids were starting to say things like 'good night!' and 'see you tomorrow!'. They were so cute. Whoa... Paedophile much?
I started walking in the general direction of the front gate.
"Ah welcome back L..." I heard Watari say from around the corner. I stopped and glued my back to the wall of the corner so that I couldn't be seen, but I could still eavesdrop on them.
"Hello Watari." Said an unfamiliar voice.
"How did the case go?" Watari asked this 'L' person.
"It was easy as usual. Honestly, sometimes I wish they would hire smarter people in the police agencies. I don't like all these easy cases." L sighed.
Is this L guy a detective or something? I thought.
"Enough about that. How about the new members? Mail Jeevas and Queen LaBlanc, I believe?" L said. My eyes widened.
He knows about Matt and myself? Weird... I thought again.
"They chose the names Matt and Quebec. I believe that they have met Mello and Near. Perhaps Beyond?" Watari's voice slightly wavered at the mention of BB.
Then L said "Well Quebec might have met him already. Have you Quebec?" L asked.
SHIT! I thought. He knew I was here?
I stepped out behind the corner.
What I saw was baffling.
Watari was standing next to BB.
But that wasn't BB. This, was L.
They were identical; their jet black hair going in every direction. The same skin. The clothing that was a few sizes too big. Slightly hunched over. There were three differences though. One: his clothing itself. He had a white long sleeve shirt and faded baggy blue jeans. He was bare foot just like BB, Near and myself. Two: his eyes weren't vibrant like BB's at the slightest, think the exact opposite. He had dead pan eyes, that were much like Near's, with the addition of the black bags he had underneath his eyes. They made him look like a Raccoon. The last of course was the name and life span floating above his head. For one I could actually see his lifespan, unlike BB. His name was... L Lawliet...
His first name... is a letter...
...Am I the only one that thinks that's kind of sad?
"Hi..." I said awkwardly.
"Hello, Quebec. I'm L. I also live in this house. It's nice to meet you." He said, his expression not changing.
"I-I have met BB... to answer your question..." I said slightly embarrassed. L let out at least what I think was a grunt before asking as he walked closer to me.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?" L asked quite close to my face. This made me recoil, and this time I had room to.
"No! He didn't we just talked and he helped me out with a problem I had earlier! He's really nice, to... me..." I said looking away even more embarrassed.
"I see." L said before stepping away.
"Well you should probably get to your room. It's not a good idea to be walking around this house at night... you never now what monsters are hiding in the shadows." He said with a serious face with a finger trying to make a point.
"You're funny." I said laughing.
"Well I find you quite charming... I hope I'll be able to see you soon." L said waving goodbye.
"B-bye!" I said.
"L Lawliet... His last name is french, yet he... looks Asian as well..." I mumbled as I walked away.
He told me that I should go back to my room... yet that makes me want to explore this place. I thought smirking.
...QUEBEC...
I don't own Death Note :(
the only thing I do own is my OC Queen/Quebec... can someone tell me what the heck 'OC' stands for anyway?
Well that's it for chapter one! PLEASE x100 review! Also sorry if anyone is a bit OOC.
Thanks a bunch for reading my story!
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