Wordsmith's Note- Heeeey Guys! So this is the prologue for the new story I'm writing. Yes, it's shorter than what I usually type, so that's why its the prologue! And forgive me, but I can't put out a chapter every two days like I used to... School is to blame for that. And this stupid essay competition. But mostly school.
Well, I think it's about time I go and write my disclaimer!
Disclaimer- I do not own Deathnote or any of it's characters. And I do not condone underage drinking! I'm actually straight-edge :D
At an incredibly unordinary orphanage, two middle aged- women were sitting outside of the office of one Roger Ruvie. One was a kind-hearted and was there for the greater good, and the other was strict and there to solve a problem. Both, however, were not talking to one another and both were being watched.
First, the stricter lady was called into Roger's office, she walked into the room and sat down abruptly in the chair in front of his desk. Roger studied the lady, she had dark brown hair pulled up into a bun and cold eyes. Roger felt intimidated just sitting across from this woman.
"Welcome to the Wammy House Orphanage, I am Roger. Is there something I can help you with?" The lady sniffed at his welcome.
"Yes, my brother and his wife have passed away recently, leaving me to take of their daughter. I want to admit her into this orphanage, I have three children, and she is too disobedient for me to take care of at the same time." Roger was shocked at the bizarre request of the woman, but reminded himself to pretend to be charming.
"Madame," he began, "although you may not be aware, this orphanage is slightly different than most. I'm afraid I can't just allow your niece to-"
"Yes, I know all about your genius children, so I brought her school records, and I will pay you a decent fee each month that you keep her here," she said as she pushed a few documents in front of him. Curious, he picked them up and glanced at the grades of the girl in question, he was only slightly impressed. If these scores aren't fake, then this girl could easily make a level K here, he thought to himself. He also noted the many misdemeanors listed below the excellent grades.
"Your niece's grades are indeed very impressive, but I'm afraid I can't make the decision myself, the owner of this orphanage will be the one who decides whether or not she will be allowed to reside here." Just as he spoke these words, a small ping came from the computer in front of him. He looked at the screen to see a message from Watari, its contents were simple 'Let the girl stay.' He looked up at the woman, who was not looking humored at all, and smiled. "It seems that the owner has already made his decision, if you can just bring in all the correct paperwork, then your niece will be allowed to join our family."
"I have it here already, and my niece is waiting in the car. Hopefully, she has not decided to take it for a joy ride yet," the woman stiffly joked as she stood up and handed Roger a thick folder.
"Then please bring her in and have her wait outside of my doors, and I will show her to her new room after I take care of the next lady. It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss," he extended his hand. The woman did not shake it, she simply walked out of the room. I think I can see why her niece doesn't like her. Then, a few seconds after the woman exited, the other lady entered. Roger recognized her immediately.
"Roger," the woman began.
"Linda," he replied without thinking. She was one of his only friends that wasn't Watari, he had known her since grade school.
"Roger, it's great to see you. I know this is sudden, but I need a big favor," Linda explained in a serious yet songlike voice. "I want my daughter to live here," these words drained the happiness out of Roger. Two people in one day? There is going to be so much paperwork! He groaned slightly at his thought.
"Linda, you realize that this is an Orphanage, and that I do not own it, right?"
"Yes, I know. But she's a brilliant young lady, and we can't afford college, and I just know that this would be best for her! Look, here are her school grades, and besides, you owe me for all of my tests you copied off of in grade school," Linda said with a small smile. Roger sighed deeply, and once again, looked at the grades of a girl who wasn't an orphan. Like the other girl's, they were very good and this one didn't have a criminal record.
"I will see what the owner says," Roger allowed eventually. He watched the screen expectantly, waiting for Watari's verdict. In a matter of minutes the computer pinged a message for Roger, like its previous message, it read 'let the girl stay.' Roger looked up at his old friend, and nodded. Linda smiled widely, and whipped out her cell phone.
"Fran? You made it in, come meet us at the office," Linda spoke into the cellular device. Roger could hear a cheering on the other side of the phone, and realized that Linda's daughter was already in the building.
"Linda, do you have all the required paperwork for your daughter? I can't let her stay here if she doesn't have everything." Roger asked as politely as he could.
"Yes, I have it waiting outside in the car, you can show Fran her room while I go and get it," Linda explained as a girl of about seventeen or eighteen walked in.
She had wavy strawberry-blonde hair like her mother's that was slightly past her shoulders, once Roger saw her light brown eyes, he knew she was going to get a lot of attention from the Wammy boys. Almost starting to regret Watari's decision, he put on a fake smile as she shook his hands.
"This is my daughter, Zinerva Francesca-Rosalba O' Hearney," Linda announced proudly. Roger looked at her with shock. "When I gave birth to her, I was heavily sedated and my doctor was Italian. As a result, her name came out quite foreign so we just call her Fran," Linda explained shamelessly.
"Welcome to the Wammy House Orphanage Fran, we hope you enjoy being part of our family. Now, if you come this way, I will show you your room," Roger gestured towards the door. The two of them went down the hallway to the left wing of the house while Linda went outside to get the paperwork.
After navigating through many series of hallways and corridors, Roger stopped at a decent sized room. "This is the room you will be staying in, so far you only have one roommate, but by the end of today you should have two. Please see the first one about a tour of the rest of the building. Now, I will leave you here to unpack while I will go and get your list of rules and such," Roger said hastily. And quick as a flash, he disappeared down the hallway leaving the new girl all alone.
Roger went as quickly as possible back to his office, he needed a drink and needed it fast. To his horror, when he turned into his office, there was a dark figure lounging in his chair with his fine bourbon in hand.
"What?! Who are you and what are you doing in my office? Why did you go through my personal belongings?" He marching up to the person and studied her closer, "Aren't you too young to be drinking?" The girl shrugged and took another swig of alcohol, Roger winced as he witnessed her placed her mouth on the bottle. Immediately, he snatched it away from her and whisked her out of his chair, as she got up he realized who she was. "Your that lady's niece aren't you? What was your name?"
"I'm Lena Martin, and that bitch left me here," the girl swore profusely. Roger winced again at the girl's foul mouth, letting that go he looked at the new arrival. She was wearing all dark colors with all sorts of studs, she dyed black hair and dark eyes. He inched away from her frightening face, and shook his head.
"Never mind that, if you will come with me, I will show you to your new room," Roger quickly headed out the door with the girl clomping right behind him.
He brought her to the room he had just recently brought Fran to, this time, Fran and the other roommate were there. The other two girls gaped at the new contrasting roommate, while Roger made his exit. This time nearly running to his office, he slammed his door shut and opened up a new bottle of Schnapps. Just as he was about to take a drink, there was a knocking on the door.
"Yes?" he asked in a horse throat.
"Roger? This other lady and I have your paperwork," Linda's voice called.
"Just leave it outside of the door," he nearly cried.
"Alright, we are going to go help the girls unpack."
"Yes, yes go on," he called and heard footsteps going away from his door. Without wasting another breath, he took a big drink of his alcohol and started cursing his luck. Why do I get the feeling that there is going to be even more trouble now?
