A/N: This is my first fic ever and probably would not of been written if it wasn't for Ambyrawrawr and Holli-chan. So thanks for pushing me to do this and helping me! _ Hopefully there will be many more chapters to come, so I REALLY hope you like! Please R&R
I have lived at Wammy house for as long as I can remember. Some of the other children go on and on about their parents, homes, siblings...not me. Of course I don't really talk much at all.
I have my own room. I like it that way. Dealing with the other boys is irritating.
Of course, I could get a room mate at any time. It's actually quite likely.
I glance at the clock on the little night stand next to the bottom bunk, 17:07, I'm late for dinner. I'm not particularly hungry, and going downstairs for dinner requires effort, and effort is troublesome. I smirk slightly and return to the puzzle at my feet.
Three minutes later there is a knock on the door. I knew there would be. "Near, your late for dinner...again." The exasperated voice of Roger calls from the other side. I just stare at the door, willing the old man to go away. I know he wont. "Near, are you listening?" The disembodied voice calls again. "Yes." I answer simply. Silence. Finally the voice speaks again, "Well, are you coming? You cant just go and steal snacks from the kitchen at night, you need to eat."
I sigh, he isnt going away. I snap the last peice of the puzzle into place and stand stiffly.
"Near..oh!" Roger says, looking down as the toe-head child opens the door. "I'm going." Near says looking up at Roger with an irritated look in his eyes. The five year old pushes past Roger, walking slowly down the hall towards the stairs.
I represses a shudder, that child is so bizzarre. I always liked children, until I took this job. These children weren't...normal. None of them. Why Quillish decided to open a home for children like this I would never understand. All I thought when I looked at these children was disturbed. They were smart, and they knew it. They used that intelligence to manipulate people, get what they wanted. If they couldn't get what they wanted, many turned to violence. Near never did. I had gotten use to breaking up fights between the various kids, sometimes the injuries were quite horrible. Near just ignored everyone. Everything. It was like that child lived in his own world.
Children had no innate sense of what was wrong and what was right, no morals. It had to be taught, and honestly there just weren't enough adults around to teach children such as this how they were supposed to act. Not to mention the only adult here who could match their level of intelligence was Quillish himself, and the majority of the time he was off with L.
I run my hand over my face and sigh. Time to get back to the little demons. I can't wait till bed time.
I walked into the cafeteria, eyes to the floor. I never liked being around people, or noise. The cafeteria was full of both. I glance up at the line for food, luckily most of the other kids had already gotten their food and were seated.
I grab my tray and walk up the line. Nothing looks appealing. I grab an apple juice and a little carton of milk. The meat of the day is chicken...I think. I skip over it and take the side, instant mashed potatoes with gravy. Add a salad with lots of croutons and Catalina dressing, and a piece of carrot cake and my meal is complete.
I finally look up at the room. Every table has someone at it. Wonderfull. A girl with mousy brown hair is waving at me, Linda. Even better. She always insists on talking to me. I sigh and head over to her table.
"Hi Near! What took you so long?" The girl said, a little to enthusiastically for my taste. "I was finishing a puzzle." I answer. She really doesn't need to know that I was trying to avoid being around people, including her. Its not that I don't like people, I just don't like so manypeople. They all try to talk to me. They talk about things that I really cant relate to, which leads to awkward silences.
"A puzzle was more important then food? You're so strange." A heavy set brunette boy said harshly. I look up at the boy from under my hair, he shrinks back slightly. "I didn't say that Jon. Linda asked what took me so long, and I answered." I respond. This is why I avoid people. Linda glares at Jon, "What?" he asks quietly. She just shakes her head. I ignore them and start eating my dinner. The sooner I'm done, the better.
An older blonde woman led me through the halls of my new home. She had informed me her name was Ms. Johnson and that she was the physics teacher on the way here. I still didnt know exactly where here was. All I knew was my aunt had handed me a plane ticket and a number to call when I landed.
My parents had died in a boating accident two months ago, and since then I had been shuffled back and forth between distant relatives that I had never met. They were all pleasant enough to me, but I could tell I was a burden on all of them. In those two months I had moved five times.
The last place I lived was crowded. My "aunt" was actually my mothers second cousin twice removed. She had been kind, but stressed. I slept in a small room with four other boys, not exactly fun when I use to have my own room at home. I really despised those kids, the oldest one kept taking my gameboy, the second to youngest one making fun of my goggles. Yeah I know goggles are weird, but my eyes are super sensitive to light, and I had to wear some type of tinted lenses to keep me from getting migraines. If I'm going to look like a weirdo anyways, I might as well have fun with it.
About a week after I got there my aunt pulled me to the side, telling me she had gotten a call from a friend who was interested in having me live at his home for gifted children. She went on and on and on about the school systems in the area, about how I was to smart for them, about how I needed better mental stimulation. At this point I didn't even care. I was just tired of being moved around.
Later that day she drove me to the airport. I had been there before with my parents a few times. It was big and run down, but then again the whole city was. She walked me to my gate, made sure I had everything, handed me a peice of paper with a telephone number, my passport, and my ticket, and waved as I got on the plane.
To my surprise my seat was first class, which was nice since the flight was excruciatingly long. Exactly seven hours and thirty six minutes after take off I landed at London Heathrow airport, or that's what the voice over the intercom said. I found the nearest pay phone and called the number on the paper. An older man with a thick British accent answered, telling me the details of who would be picking me up. By the time I retrieved my bags and stepped outside they were there. In a Rolls Royce. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw the car. I love cars, always have. Maybe it has something to do with where I was born, but it seemed genetically ingrained into me.
The drive was about an hour, and all that was said was asking me how my flight was and the woman's name. Also she had asked me to come up with an alias.
Now I stood in front of a heavy oak door, not knowing what the hell was going on. "Roger. The young man has arrived." Ms. Johnson said, knocking on the door. "Let him in." was the response. It wasn't the same voice as on the phone, but I could tell it was an older man none the less.
In future chapters there will be Matt and Mello lemony goodness XD this has been decided already...but obviously not now :P
Sorry for the sudden stop...I kinda fell asleep typing and when I woke up I figured that was as good a place as any to end this chapter lol