To say I didn't know how I ended up at Wammy's House would be inaccurate. It wasn't that I didn't know (for I can now say that the memory was just hidden in one of the dark recesses of my mind), rather I refused to remember the series of events that led me there.
I understand that my previous statement may sound odd, but please be assured that what I'm saying is one-hundred percent true. In fact, the first memory I recalled was waking up in one of Wammy's many sick rooms. Although this is necessary for to tell you for my story to progress, it is only a trivial aspect of the main purpose for my story.
The real reason I'm writing this story is because of Mello. You see, I have a gift or a curse -depending on one's outlook on the situation- where i tend to forget all tragic experiences I encounter. Mello was the first person to see this, and told me that in order to remember things I should write them down so I can reference to them later.
Having the respect and adoration for Mello that I would try anything he suggested at least once. (Aya: No I don't mean to be dirty with that -_-.) Not many people at Wammy's, and later in the Mafia, understood why I cared so deeply for Mello. Some would go so far as to say that he forced me to stay with him. People would always ask me more times that I can count why I was with Mello, and my answer was always the same. I loved him.
After hearing that people then questioned my sanity. They couldn't comprehend how someone like me could love someone like Mello. I heard all the time from others that it was odd for us to be together, because we were polar opposites, but I think that being so different from each other is what brought us together. He was very temperamental, had an inferiority complex, loved chocolate, and was very loud. I was quiet, laid back, anti-social, inquisitive, and sarcastic. Despite these things that made us want to kill each other, we always seemed to find the good in each other, no matter how hard we had to look to see it.
In a way I never let the people who constantly mocked me get to me. I only needed two things in life 1) Mello and 2) my friends, who approved of my love all the way.
In fact, my friends are probably the only reason I even considered pursuing Mello's interest in the first place.
Matt was there for Mello and myself no matter what was asked of him. He pushed and fought tooth and nail with me to tell Mello that I was infatuated with him. Then there was Near, and even though Mello hated him, he helped me look at situations concerning Mello with from all angles, not just the ones I saw.
As I've stated before, without them, I may not have even told Mello how I felt. I'm glad I did though. My life may not have played out the way it did if I hadn't told him, and I probably would have had a very droll life.
No, I'm very glad with the way things fell into place.
I'm sorry if the words you have read thus far make no sense. I ask now that you please be patient with me though, for all will be revealed in time.
Now, enough of my stalling (for I have already wasted too much time), and on with the story! But where to start? I guess I'll start just a little bit before I woke up in Wammy's sick room with a dream I had that frightened me awake.
Notes from Aya: Sorry if this seems really unorganized, but almost kind of wanted it to go that way just a bit. I did however revamp it a lot so that it sounds the way I originally intended it to sound, rather than when I first wrote it. I'm happier with this intro though than I first was, and I think it gives a little bit of how the character acts. So I'm sorry if the tone or style of writing seems a bit weird, but I wrote it this way for two reasons 1) I wanted my character to seem like she was having a bit of a rough time telling her story and 2) I'm experimenting with different tones and styles so that I can give variation to my writings. Please message me with feedback. I appreciate constructive criticism, as long as it is done respectfully, meaning please don't just straight up say it suck, tell me what I can do to improve my story or what you disliked about it. Thanks for reading and I'll post either tomorrow or next week. ^~^
3Aya