The Mirage
Chapter 1: Welcome to Wammy's House
Summary: A strange young girl becomes the center of attention at the Wammy House, but no one knows why. But somehow she made her worst enemy her best friend. Now, will she help him realize love?
This is my first attempt at a Death Note fic without making the main characters the main characters of this fic. Hope you like it. I really have no idea where I'm going with this. I'm going to wing it. I got my inspiration for this after reading Anything Goes At Wammy's House by nvrwsndnvrwllb.
The blonde girl stood outside the orphanage. It didn't look like much but at least it wasn't as horrible as the last place she was at for so many years. A small orphanage in Dublin that was practically abandoned and left for dead. This place still looked like it was old, but it was more antique then run-down.
"Come on, sweetie. This way", a lady in red that the girl knew as Miss Lena her whole life smiled and helped her go through the door. She fake a small grin and followed her inside. She observed the many children that were in her way. Some were playing with toys and some were on computers. She looked puzzled. She didn't think a place like this had enough for a luxury like computers. Nevertheless, she continued through the hallway, ignoring the stares she was receiving for being the new girl. She took so many turns that she almost felt dizzy until she stopped at a door. The door was taller than even she was and so far her growth spurt was not something could be ignored. She was invited in by a white-haired man and continued on in. The office was even bigger than she expected and she had no idea of what to expect when she saw a middle-aged man behind the desk and a raven-haired man that even she found attractive next him slouching.
"Welcome to the Wammy House", the man smiled at her and extended his hand at the girl. "You can call me Roger. This man next to me, well, call him L". L? The girl had to stop her randomly confused and disgusted face and shook both of these men's hands.
"It's very nice to meet you too", she responded, with a thick but still soft Irish accent. She saw L smile at this and felt a little puzzled again. "I'm Mirai--"
"Oh, no, dear", Roger waved his hand in front of her. "Here at Wammy's, you choose your own name, like a code name of search, in case anything bad should happen, not that it will, of course. It's just a precaution." Mirai looked at him funny. Okay? Well, what could be her name? Mary? No too common. Would they want something strange,
like how L's was? Niamh was her favorite name, her best friend back in Dublin but she didn't want to remember how difficult it was to leave her friends like this. So what could it be then? Her name meant miracle but she thought that was too much and sounded too prideful. Well, let's see. She was accused of having an overactive imagination, mainly because of all the fantasy books she always read. That's it! Now, what was another word for fantasy? Illusion? No…I got it!
"Mirage?", she asked. Roger nodded and L smiled at this. They continued for her to go on and introduce herself with her new alias. "Call me Mirage?", she sounded like she was asking a question but they didn't mind.
"And how old are you, Mirage?", Roger took out a pen and started writing on a piece of paper.
"Well, I should be 14 soon", Mirage recited…
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"Well, Mira-ge", Miss Lena said outside of the building with the car. "I'm sure you'll be having a great time here. Don't be afraid to make new friends" Mirage was half-smiled and hugged her mother-like figure that she had known for 7 years and watched her walk away from her and into the car. Mirage felt tears coming on but pinched herself from going on. She had to be strong. She promised Niamh that right before she left. With that thought she turned around and walked back into the building. She was told to go to go to room 302, which meant upstairs and dragging her luggage to the room. She started up the stairs and realized she was not at all strong. She struggled and struggled until she thought she heard her right elbow go out of socket. Luckily for her, she made it to the second floor which made the house look more enormous than before. Mirage looked around to find her room when she saw a beautiful red haired girl popped out from a room.
"Are you my new roommate?", she smiled at her excitedly. The girl's face was really flawless, not like normal red-haired girls who normally have a large amount of freckles along with it. "I meant, are you supposed to be in room 302?" She waited her to nod before sqealing "Oh, that's so awesome! Here, let me help you with that". She took Mirage's suitcase, while Mirage still had her book bag. She brought the luggage to the room that she first came out in. Mirage was pretty happy that it was not that a small room that she had in Dublin, despite the two beds in it.
"So, what's your name?", the red-haired girl asked. She placed the suitcase next to Mirage's bed and sat on her bed.
"Oh, uh, Mirage", she responded, still not used to her new name.
"Ay, ¡que bonita! I like that name!", she exclaimed in español. "They call me Canta" she explained, using Spanish again. "It means 'sing'. You up for lunch?" Mirage nodded. She was beginning to like this place.
"Okay, so this place is pretty easy to get used to. You just have to watch out for Mello, Oh god him! He's so conceited and always bullying all the other kids." Mirage didn't care. She really wasn't listening too much but she didn't want to make that apparent. She walked into the lunchroom that seemed nice-looking and followed Canta to the table she usually sat at. She moved away to let Canta sit down when she was bumped into so hard she thought that she was going to fall over.
"Mirage! Are you okay?", Canta quickly caught her new friend before she fell.
"I'm fine," she reassured her. Suddenly the person who bumped her turned around.
"Hey watch where you're going next—", he began to say, until he saw her straight in the eye. Mirage couldn't believe it either. Oh. My. God. He looks exactly like me.
"Mello, you should watch where you're going!"
Author's Note: Okay, there you go! Feedback is appreciated! It's not as heavy and provocative as my other story was but I still wanna know what you think. THANKS!
