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Chapter One- Reasoning and the Matters that Bind
Their here! Keep calm, there is no rush. Tell me who they are! Are there children? Yes! Three!
Shadows danced across the vegetation and trees, creating beautiful and captivating images. The gardens around the grounds was a mess of flowers, trees and vines. The exquisite view was neither deterred nor effected by the haywire plants. The sun shone beautifully over a lake, light glimmering off of the water's surface.
The blue sky held no clouds, birds soared in the distance. The mansion-ques building was placed smack in the middle of the immersing scene. The house itself was of late Victorian style and was immense in size. The browns and grey tiles playing with the scenery and adding to in beneficially.
A long drive way made of stone led to a beautiful Gothic gate, the plants around it giving it a look of age. A black corvette pulled up to the gate. Out of the car stepped a thin man, of no more than twenty. His indigo hair falling gently over his eyes. Onyx eyes inspected the gate as he undid the lock on said gate. With out much effort he pushed open the gate and stepped inside. The car slid into the drive way as the man ran to catch up with the vehicle.
The car parked and the man opened the door of the passenger's side. A young Asian man of the same age greeted him with a smile as he opened the door.
"This is the place, huh?" He asked, pulling the keys from the ignition and looking to the back seat.
Three teenage boys nodded in unison, a short haired blonde setting a map and pair of directions down onto his lap. An ivory haired boy slowly got out of the car, taking in the view of their new residence. The third boy, one with crimson hair, was too invested with his game to notice the others leaving. The ebony haired man tugged on the boy's shoulder.
"Matt, come on, let's get inside." Matt nodded getting up and out of the lifeless car. The five men walked to the door. The door was carved with unique imagery, roots of trees and leaves. The black wood reflected the sun and made it look bigger than it was in reality.
Upon opening the entrance led to a beautiful room. Wide wooden stairs led up, yet gave way to wide space of blankness.
"Wow, this place is gigantic!" The blonde commented, awed by the scene before him. "Why didn't Watari live here?" He asked turning to look at the room fully. Then rushing up the stairs to see the other rooms down the halls.
"He lived here for a few months when I was little, but we then up and left. He never sold it or gave reason to us leaving. All I remember is he said that it was a sinful place. I have no idea what he meant by it."
"Maybe it's haunted, Ryuzaki!" Matt exclaimed, looking up from his game to look at the house. L laughed lightly and then looked at the bags that were abandoned on the floor. "I doubt it, ghosts do not exist." He said as he set down one of the bags he had carried in. "Near, what do you think?" The other man asked the snow haired boy.
"It really is detailed. What about you Light?" He asked, twiddling with a lock of his hair. "It's unique, I don't see a reason to leave such a beautiful place." He pondered.
"Yo, Mello! Find us a room yet?" Matt yelled after the blonde. Mello returned, nodding and beckoning the other. Matt ran up the stairs, dragging his bags up with him.
"Why don't we find rooms, settle in and then we can try and map this place out?" Light asked, slinging a bag over his shoulder and reaching for L's hand.
"Sure, why not?" Near responded as he headed up the stairs.
Heading down the hall proved surprisingly confusing. The halls were long and turned in multiple directions. Near noted there were many air vents and odd shafts. The ventilation in the house must be extensive. He trudged down the hall before finding a large door. After opening, he awed at the beautiful decor of the room.
Huge bay windows let in a vast amount of sunlight. Many of the corners were oddly still shrouded in darkness. Exquisite oak furniture filled. The bed had no sheets or blankets, which was expected through the whole house. It was dusty, but only slightly as the cleaners had done a decent job.
The floor was clean though, the wood shone nicely. The only other furniture in the room was a dresser to the far right and a small desk and chair. The headboard of the bed had a carving of what appeared to be the moon surrounded by trees and many different star constellations.
The walls were painted a shade of grey, darkening the room slightly.
'Well, I guess I'll use this one.'
"Careful you stupid fuck!" Mello scolded as Matt almost fell off the small balcony. Their room was small, only holding a kind sized bed with no markings. A wooden hope chest and a large table with three chairs.
The outside led to a balcony, which at the moment was being used.
"But the garden looks bitchin'!" He whined in defense. "I mean look, there's an awesome fountain with a shit ton of Koy fish in it!"
"Nobody gives a shit, now help me unpack!" He demanded and emptied the duffel bag onto the bed. Matt walked over, putting away various technical devices and clothes. The room was eerily dark. He was bothered by this and turned on a lamp on the bedside table.
The wind blew outside as the sun set in the horizon. The trees were shadowed as, he swore this, small figures leaped around the horizon. He blinked and looked again. Nothing. Maybe he was just tired from the flight. It had been long and he hadn't gotten in any sleep. Of course, he had to finish Pokemon Diamond. God damn his need for video games.
He could swear for a fain second he heard whispering as well. He really was tired, it was just the wind.
His name is Matt! There are two more! I think it's Near! We must win this time!
After unpacking, L lye on the bed, thinking over what he could remember of this place. He was no more than seven when he was last here. He remembered being afraid of this house for some reason. Hearing voices and seeing things. Childish fears and nothing more. He couldn't remember much about the place though. He wished he could, he really did. He wanted to know why his caretaker had upped and left the place as he did.
He was brought out of his trance of thoughts as Light's lips pressed against his. He opened his eyes and sat up.
"Why are you thinking so hard?"
"No reason, just trying to remember this house." "Eh, what were you eight? Probably won't remember much, come on, I'm hungry."
