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Disclaimer: I, Minnesota1, do not own Death Note. Nor do I own a Flying Mint Bunny. Such a sad cruel world this is.

"Okay, Ciel. How old are you?" Matt asked.

"And why are you out here in the middle of winter all alone?" Mello added.

"A little noisy, ain't ya?" I asked.

"Nah, we're just concerned." Matt replied before Mello could say anything.

"Fine." I said. "I am 13, as for why I'm out here alone, which is none of your business."

"Where are your parents?" Mello asked bored.

"Dead." I deadpanned "My father died 8 years ago and my mother is God knows where. Why do you care?" I asked again. Matt and Mello's faces had a look of not pity, but understanding.

"So, are you living with anyone?" Mello questioned, breaking the short awkward silence.

"Well, if I did, why would I be out here?"

"You do know that there is an orphanage right across the street, right?" Matt and Mello asked in unison.

"So?" I asked, turning my head away. Before I knew it, I was thrown over a shoulder. "HEY! Put me down!" I yelled. They, however, ignored me. After yelling a string of creative profanities, Mello finally gave in.

"Would you SHUT UP?!" he yelled.

"What a creative response. And not until you tell me where you're taking me." I said to my captors.

"We're taking you to the orphanage." Matt cut in before Mello and I started fighting again.

"If I wanted to go there, I would've gone there a long time ago! Now let me go!" I started to squirm in Matt's arms. I was too busy fighting and squirming to notice that we were inside a building, with a bunch of young spectators.

"Would you two shut up already? People are staring." Mello snapped at us. I was carried through a labyrinth of hallways before we stopped in front of a door. Mello knocked on said door. A muffled voice came from behind the door.

"Come in." Not a second later I was sat in a chair in front of and elder man behind an oak desk. He had thin white hair and glasses. His skin was wrinkled from age and exhaustion evident in his eyes. He had a big nose, also. His hands were folded under his chin and his arms propped on his desk.

"Mello, Matt" he began, "Who is this? And why did you bring her here?" He asked keeping his composure. I could tell that there was tension between the mysterious man in front of me, and the cocky blonde. My dark brown eyes darted around the room as I repositioned myself so I was sitting on my left leg, while my right leg was planted firmly on the ground. Now I know what you're thinking: 'who sits like that?' Well I do, and I might add is hard in skinny jeans. I might take this time to describe myself. I had on a black tank top with a blue and black checkered flannel shirt over, black skinny jeans and black converse with blood red laces. I have shoulder length, curly, jet black hair. I'm 5'4", however I'm NOT short. My finger found a strand of my hair, and I began to twirl it. Now that I think about it, I am like a female version of Mello, just way more awesomely epic.

"This is Ciel. She is an orphan. We thought that maybe if passed some tests she could stay here?" Matt explained. The old man looked over at me.

"And just what are you good at?" he asked, making my snap toward him. Our eyes met for a brief second before I answered.

"Well, seeing's how I have already graduated high school and college, I am good at a lot of things." I said. Mello's eyes widened.

"Then Matt will take you to our testing area. Take this test and when you are done bring it back here. I'll have you enrolled by Monday. Afterward you can be shown around. Mello, think you can handle that since you brought her here?" the old man said.

"Okay Rodger." Mello replied.

~After the test and half way through the tour~

"This wing has the classrooms." Mello said as we passed what was labeled the 'West Wing'. "You will be rooming with the sheep. His room is next door to Matt and mines room. Here we are." We stopped in front of yet (wait for it) another door. This time Mello didn't have the same courtesy like before. Instead he just waltzed right in.

"Cripes, Mello. Knock first. Just walking is quite rude." I said. He just glared at me. The room was plain white. It had two dressers, one bathroom, two beds, and two nightstands. "Oh, for the love of Pete! It's so white!" I exclaimed. I noticed a boy with white hair, dressed in all white sitting on the edge of one of the beds. He had one leg pulled into his chest while one hand was twirling his hair. He wasn't doing anything but staring at the wall, he seemed deep in thought.

"Yo! Sheep! Your roommate is here!" Mello yelled at him.

"Mello, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" he asked. Then he turned to me. "Hello. My name is Near."

"My name is Ciel." I replied.

"Ciel… that's French for sky, correct?" Near asked.

"Correct. I love how it sounds."

"I see."

"Well I'll leave you two, then. See ya later Ciel." Mello said.

"Okay." I replied. As soon as he left Near asked me a question I didn't think anyone would ask me.

"You're not from England, are you?" I looked at him astounded.

Cliff hanger! Over 1,000 words! Woohooo! And if you people couldn't tell, I'm from Minnesota. I, however, live in North Carolina now. Comments are always accepted. Please! And if you have any ideas on future chapters I'd love to hear them!