Chapter One: Hello Grandfather!
Summary:Rayne comes to the Wammy house in search of her grandfather, she finds him and a few other things too. Matt x OC
This story may contain some OOC, go ahead and flame me if you want, but this is just how I envision them. Though, Mello may become a bit…harsh to the extreme, I'm not sure yet…And that is not how I envision him it's just how it may end up being.
The chapters will get longer, I'm sorry this one's so short!
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, if I did, L wouldn't die, and Light would realize that he shouldn't be killing people and he would get rid of the death note forever and then he would solve crimes with L forever. Also, Matt and Mello would have way bigger parts in the story. Near probably wouldn't be in it. Sorry.
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The car rolled to a stop in front of the Wammy House. Gazing out the window I took in the aged mansion. Ivory covered stone wall stories high, plentiful windows, and giant double doors...Aged it may be, but it was also mysteriously inviting and warm.
"Miss?" I averted my attention to the cab driver in the front seat. He was a rather dumpy looking man with a pot belly and bad breath.
"Yes, here you go." I handed him his money, retrieved my bags and began my way up the drive. It took exactly two months after my parents died for me to locate my only surviving relative. A grandfather I had heard about only in the scornful stories told by my late grandmother Anna. Her story told of how she was once in love with a wonderful man named Roger Ruvie, they fell in love fast and hard, or, at least my grandmother did. One morning Anna woke up sick, throwing up, the works. By the evening it cleared up completely, when she woke up the following morning her illness returned. That's when she knew she was pregnant. She was elated, and she ran to Roger, eager to tell him the news. She didn't see it coming, she thought that Roger would propose and they would get married and be together forever. She was so in love. She was so blind. She didn't expect Roger to turn away, cold and coarse. For him to walk out on her and disappear was unthinkable. When he left it broke her heart. Grandma would tell this story to me every time I would visit, she wanted me to have value in myself, she wanted me to know I don't need a man to complete me, but she mostly just wanted me to know what a jerk my grandfather was. And that wherever he is, he doesn't love me. He doesn't love anyone. When my parents died social services decided that I had no relatives and that I therefore belong in the foster program. I told them they were wrong.. I told them that there was one man that still remained, they took pity on me when I explained that my grandmother had once talked about a man named Roger Ruvie. They didn't even try and find out if Roger was still alive, it was easier for them to just hand me off to the Foster Care System. And they then passed me off to the Johnson family. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were nice, charismatic, and frankly easily manipulated. Whatever I needed, whatever I wanted they were eager to give. So, when I asked for some time off from school so I could mourn and adjust, they immediately agreed and asked if there was anything else they could do.
"I need computers."
They didn't ask why, they simply gave me the computers and in two rarely interrupted months, I found Roger. The man that single handedly broke my grandmother's heart, wasn't around to raise his daughter, and was now going to have to play a hand in my upbringing, wether he liked it or not. Reaching up I banged the heavy metal knocker against the door. A few moments later the door was opened to reveal a young girl. She might have been young but her eyes were sharp, she saw my bags at once and gave a half smile.
"You new?"
I wasn't sure how to respond, "Possibly, I'm not sure, I'm looking for my uncle Roger Ruvie? Does he work here?" Her eyes narrowed, she didn't look too sure about me anymore.
"Yes, Roger is here, but he's never spoken about having a family..."
I chuckled, "No, I don't think he would. Look, I just need to talk to him, so can you please let me in?" I was still standing on the porch. Nice as the porch was, it was a bit chilly in the brisk February air. She gave me another look over before she opened the door for me. Stepping inside I noted the steady hum of noise that echoed in the walls.
"Follow me.." The girl took off at a difficult pace to follow while carrying my bags but I managed. She led me through hallway after hallway, lefts and rights, and more lefts. Suddenly she stopped and pointed toward a door.
"There he is."
"Thanks."
I stepped toward the door and knocked. The door was opened by an old man with thin white hair and twinkling eyes, he held the door open for me and as I entered I noticed a man sitting in a chair behind a desk. A man with a slightly hooked nose and lanky hair.
"I assume you are Roger Ruvie?" I addressed the man behind the desk.
"Yes I am, who are you?" "I am your granddaughter Rayne Daniels." The other man came and sat down in one of the two armchairs facing the desk, motioning for me to sit beside him. I smiled and sat facing a very shocked looking Roger.
"That's not possible."
"I promise you Roger that it's true, here look for yourself." I reached into my bag and pulled out my mother and I's birth certificates, I set them on the desk and watched as Roger's eyes bugged out of his head.
"This isn't possible, it's not possible, Watari, you can tell that these are forged, can't you? It's plain as day right!" The man I assume is Watari reached for the papers, looking them over he smiled.
"Well, Roger it looks like you're a grandfather, congratulations." He gave me a warm smile and handed me the documents.
"So, Rayne, would you mind telling us why you have seeked out Roger?"
"Sure, I sought you out because you are my only living relative, and I'm hoping that this path I've chosen is better than years of foster care." Watari looked a bit stunned but he quickly recovered and nodded sadly, Roger still didn't look like he was accepting everything. He kept mumbling about this not being possible.
"Roger, snap out of it, it's possible, you walked out on my grandmother when she was pregnant, she had a daughter, my mother married and had me. Then this Halloween they were driving home from the store and my mother didn't notice a group of kids fast enough, they swerved off the road and rolled the car. Both of my parents died before help got to the scene, police came to my house and told me about my parents, they took me from my home, said that I had no living relatives and through me into foster care. I suppose I got lucky because I got a non-abusive family. It took me two months to track you down, once I did I ran away and came here. It's possible. It happened. I'm here and I'm your responsibility. Deal with it." After I finished the room was quiet for a long time. I glared at Roger the whole time, and he just stared blankly back. We probably would have stayed like that all night but Watari broke the silence.
"Well, it looks like you need a room. Come with me dear and we'll get you one. You and your grandfather can continue this in the morning after breakfast." I unclenched my hand from the arm of the chair, picked up my bags and followed Watari out the door. He led me down the hall and up a few flights of stairs. When we reached the top he walked me down the hall to the very end, he stopped and swung open the door that stood in front of us.
Turning to me he smiled, "I hope this will suffice? This floor is mostly kids your age; I thought you would appreciate that. In the morning just ask someone and I'm sure they will give you directions to the cafeteria. Is there anything else you need? Oh, the bathroom is right there across the hall."
I smiled and shook my head, "Thank you Watari, you've been very kind. I don't need anything at all, good night." I started to walk into the room but stopped at Watari's words.
"Roger is a good man, he may not seem like it yet, but I assure you, he is a good man just give him time. Goodnight Rayne." he nodded and made his way to the staircase.
I closed the door and leaned my forehead against the wood, I was tired. I didn't fully realize how tired I was until just now; I had woken up early to escape the house before the
Johnsons woke up. I glanced at the watch on my wrist and blinked a few times. It was too dark to see anything. I fumbled my hand around on the wall until I found the switch, flipping it I saw that it was near eleven O'clock. Time for bed. Looking around I saw four bare walls, two with windows, a small twin sized bed, a dresser with a mirror, desk and a chair. I flicked the light off, this place was bare, but I didn't care enough to unpack anything. Dragging my feet across the floor I pulled the covers back and lay down. I snuggled in and closed my eyes, within moments I was asleep.
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