Authors note: Ok so this is my fanfic showing a small fragment of what L's life would have been like when he got to Whammy's. Now ok, so I realized that this story has to be filled with O.C.s, so I please don't freak at me because of them. Anyways for the main one in this story I think I spent like, a week trying to figure out every aspect of her personality (that's twice as much more time then I usually take because she needed to be perfect) Anyways, please enjoy the first chapter of this story! I'm trying my best to make it good!

Peace in!

Melanie Swirls!

Title: One friend

Chapter one: first friend

In a small, rural town in England at an orphanage called "Whammy's house", a thin, pale black haired boy was standing up against a wall beside an office labeled "Quillish Whammy" on the front.

Now, said boy despised the fact that he had been taken here before getting revenge on his father for killing his beloved mother, and at the moment could do nothing but glare. He didn't trust his mouth to form words that would bring anybody happiness or help this situation at all. And this entire situation was making him nervous.

An older man came walked out of the office with a small smile plastered on his face. The boy guessed this man couldn't be any older then 47. "Please enter my office," he said warmly as he extended his arm in the direction of the office, however the boy didn't budge.

"Why?" he asked curiously and suspiciously and the older gentleman just chuckled warmly before giving him a small smile. The boy glared at him but did as we was told.

"Sit, if you want to," the boy nodded and sat in the chair with his legs hanging off the edge. He absolutely dreaded sitting in chairs like this and wearing shoes, but he was afraid that like his father, the man would hit him if he sat the way he found comfortable. The old man, noticing his discomfort smiled and told him to sit in any way he found comfortable, which made the boy relax slightly more when he was in position (crouching) without his shoes on.

"So, Loyal, I've been told you are exceptionally smart." The man said and Loyal just stared at him questioningly. He never thought he was smart. Actually, Loyal didn't think very highly of himself at all. He always rather thought that he was stupid, couldn't do anything right and had a sleeping disorder that was punishment for being horrid to his beautiful mother. Odd.

"And I have decided that we are going to let you live here, in my orphanage for the incredibly intelligent children. Of course there are going to be a few test you will have to go through…" the man went on and Loyal was barely listening to him, though he did learn that he would have to share a room with another orphan (which he suspected had a 78% chance of going horribly wrong), go to school with other orphans, and that the old man's name was Quillish Whammy.

"Furthermore, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to never tell anyone your real name, instead, I must as you to choose a new name for you. It can be anything; a place, a thing, an object, an aspect from your personality, but it has to start with the letter 'l'." Quillish explained and Loyal thought for a moment about what he'd like to be called before coming up with one word that described his entire life. "Lone." He told Quillish, his voice barely over a whisper.

"Pardon me?"

"Lone, that's what I want to be called."

Quillish gave him a quizzical look before shrugging, "alright Lone, let me show you to your new room, you wont have a roommate for awhile, I'm afraid." He said as he led the boy down the halls of the school. Lone looked curiously into the rooms with open doors to usually find kids reading, except in the cafeteria, auditorium, music room, art room, library, all the classrooms and a room filled with toys, TVs, video games, computers and other things that would entertain children and teenagers alike.

Quillish stopped at a boring grey door and turned the knob revealing Lone's new living corners.

Lone walked into the room and took a good look around before sighing in disgust.

The flooring was a dull grey tile and the walls were a stained and old off-colour white. There was a small bed in the corner with black and white plaid blankets and white pillows and sheets. In the other corner there were 2 desks. One had a laptop on it and a shelf whereas the other one only had a lamp on it. Beside the bed, there was a small dresser, and under the bed there were compartments to store things. The room was dull. Boring. White.

"Right now I believe most children your age are either in the common room, outside or in their rooms, so if you would like to meet them you may go ahead, and do so. Classes start at 9 and if you need anything do not hesitate to ask me," Quillish said before nodding his goodbye and rushing out of the room like he remembered he had lots of paperwork to do.

Lone looked around his room before opening the dresser. There were dozens of different shirts and dozens of different pants in it, however there were only a few that Lone would have considered wearing, and those were the simple plain ones.

He pulled the drawers out from under his band and looked at all the bathroom supplies, school supplies, underwear and PJs. He sighed when he realized he wasn't going to find anything interesting before walking down the hall aimlessly.

I'm going to hate it here, I can already tell, he thought as he opened the doors and watched all the other children his age run around and laugh. He sighed before standing up against a wall. He watched the other children curiously. He had never had the chance to make friends. Actually, he usually only spoke to adults, and he only spoke to them if they spoke to him first.

He wrapped his arms around himself to try and keep what little heat he could, but his short-sleeved grey tee shirt wasn't helping much with the weather. It was sometime later November and the weather was surprisingly colder then it should have been. It bugged him.

Jealousy started to build up inside of him. He wanted to be able to play with the rest of the kids his age! He wanted to have fun with these people as well! His firsts tightened at his sides and a tear slid down his cheek. To hide it, Lone made his head look at the yellowish grass so that his lounger, unkempt black hair was covering his eyes.

Lone stood there, lost in his own thoughts, pains and misery until a small, high-pitched and shy voice brought him back, "um, hi, my name's Kinky, what's yours?" Lone slowly raised his eyes to look at the face of the pale girl who was addressing him. "Lone. Why did you choose Kinky for your name?" he asked as he watched the dirty blonde twirl her long curly hair in between her fingers nervously. "My mommy used to tell me I was kinky. Why did you choose lone?" she asked as she tipped her head to the side ever so slightly.

Lone looked at her for a few moments in silence and without answering her question.

"And why are you crying? And why do you have bags under your eyes? And why don't you brush your hair?" The questions just kept coming until she stopped and looked at Lone for a long moment.

After a few moments the small girl's pale green eyes widened, "Oh," she said like she had figured it all out before wrapping her thin arms around Lone's small frame.

For those few moments, Lone found himself confused. He didn't know why anybody would hug him. He was disgusting and gross, yet this girl had just given him a hug.

"Your name is Lone because you think you're alone, but you aren't." She said when she let go of him. She smiled a smile that reached her eyes to him before saying, "Would you like to be my friend, Lone?" Kinky asked and the boy in question stared for a few moments before admitting, "I've never had a friend before,"

The girl just smiled before tugging her pink sweated over her knuckles nervously, "Neither have I," she admitted and Lone managed to smile weakly at her.

The two orphans stood like that for a few moments until on of their instructors came up to them and informed them that it was time for supper. Kinky ran off ahead of Lone but stopped when she realized he wasn't running with her. "Come on, Lone! It's suppertime! They're going to be serving fruit!" She squealed and Lone sighed before walking up to her and then into the building beside her. Unaware of how much happiness and pain that this friendship was going to cost him.

Authors note: Innocence! Yay for little kids! Anyways I think what I'm going to do is make this full of oneshots, like one part here from when they're kids, and then another one from a different age and just play with it like that. Anyways, all these oneshots come together on the last one. So I'm thinking of doing like maybe 12 oneshots? Anyways what do you guys think? What do you guys think about Kinky? Is she kool? Did I do her alright? THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID! Ummmm that was immature lol… anyways Review!

Peace in!

Melanie Swirls!