Another chapter, Thank you for reviewing! It means so much to me! :) On with the Disclaimer own nothing but Poppy(For now, I'll give her another name some time) and Micky and the plot so far, I might add another person in but I don't wanna give my lovely readers to much to remember. It bothers me if I can't remember all the OC's info in a fanfic. Anyways, On with the story x3

Chapter 2-Rest and Riots

I jumped awake in a panic, It was completely dark and I couldn't remember where I was. I felt around blindly, I was on a bed. I don't think it was my hospital bed.. The bed sheets felt different. Where ever I was, It smelt like good food and clean things. Not like the hospital, The clean smell there was sharp, but here it's soft.

I sat up slowly, minding my bruised sides and spine. My head was spinning and even in a pitch black room, it was sickening. I groaned silently. So, I've come to the conclusion that jumping off a building isn't the best thing to do for one's health. Well. No, If you survive it's not the best thing for your health. Details, details.. I wonder where the hell I am, I can only remember a few things..

The doctor came up looking chuffed with himself, Mickey being sad.. Why was mickey sad? Maybe I should go say sorry? Sneak my little monkey some of his swee-Wait.. That old guy.. Took me away, And I told Mickey I'd sneak him some sweets. Oh hell.. I thought a bit harder about yesterday and remembered being driven by... Walter? Watari? Something along those lines. I must've passed out... Hm.. I think it's time to explore.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and heard a noise, Like someone shifting from foot to foot and ruffling their clothes. I froze up completely and I looked around the room panicked. Was someone in here with me? Oh god.. They could have a weapon, I could be in real danger. What could I do? I can't call for help, I'll have to fight them.. In the dark, Hell.. Did I mention I was scared of the dark?

I held my breath and stood up carefully, However my legs were tangled in the blanket and I hit the floor rather hard. My breath whooshed out of my lungs and I blinked my focus back to me to stop my dizziness. I choked my breath back and I swear I heard someone laugh out a dry sound. I curled up and covered my head with my arms in a defensive position when I heard shuffling footsteps approach my shivering form. Was I going to die?..

I felt something brush my hair and heard a soft inhale, What the hell were they doing? I shoved my fists up above me and I felt my left hand come into contact with something soft and warm. I wasn't going to die by the hands of someone who didn't have any right to kill me! I snapped my hands back to my chest, ready to punch again and scrambled to my feet. I heard some movement and then a bright light was shone in my face, taking me by complete surprise. I covered my face and ducked my head down to try and fix my eye sight. When the flashes of green and blue faded from my vision I heard a door click open and click shut again.

That was it...? What kind of creepy bastard goes into a girl's bedroom and sniffs her hair? I needed to get out of here, Now. I extended my arms out in front of me and walked forward with baby steps till my hands touched something cold and smooth. I took a step back and punched the cold surface as hard as I could with my stronger right hand. Pain shot up my arm but fear overpowered my mind into ignoring it. Satisfied that it wasn't alive or a danger, I felt around till my right hand found something thin and ice cold.

I think that's a door handle.. I clicked it down and the cold surface , Door, leaned in towards me. I edged around the door and looked around for a source of light. There was a long dark corridor to my right and a window with an orangery light pouring in, To my left was the other end of the corridor with some stairs and a much brighter light coming from the lower floor.

I leaned on the wall for support when I heard somebody, or somebodies coming up the stairs. I saw a light coming up the stairs and some blurry figures. I put my hands up again and took a wobbly step forward. Sudden dizziness washed over my body in hard waves. I bit my tongue to try and focus. The louder the footsteps got, The more my head pounded with pain and my balance wavered.

I watched three or four figures come running to my person, I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I was sat on the floor with some hazy voices talking overhead.. Everything was distorted, The sounds, the lights.. Everything was so bright now, Almost blinding. I blinked again and this time when I opened my eyes I was laid on a couch with a thick blanket tucked under me very tightly.

After looking around as discreetly as I could manage, I tried to push myself up into a sitting position. "Hey! The hell do you think your doing?! Don't move!" A angry male voice snapped from behind me. I held my breath and stayed still. "Mello.. I don't think yelling at her is a good idea.." A calmer voice stated quietly, Then a few clicking noises came after.

The first voice, Mello, sighed loudly, clearly not happy. Was he the one in my room earlier? Adrenaline flared through my weak bruised body, I growled quietly and snapped into motion. Throwing the blanket off of me as best I could, I stumbled to my feet and turned to face the people talking. My vision blurred and I blinked several times to return the focus to my poor sight.

In front of me, less then a few feet away, was a small boy in some white pj's with white hair stacking coloured blocks on the floor. He looked almost like Mickey but with his hair stroked down and I felt the same pang of pain from earlier in my chest for thinking that. Sadness, apparently. He had greyish black eyes, like he was dazed. I took a small step forward towards him and the little boy paused, Holding a red block in his fingers an inch above his stack of blocks.

"Hey! I said, Don't move!" Mello snarled out to the right of me, Making me jump. I blinked twice to process the words and turned my head to face the voice of Mello. It was coming from a boy about my age who was leaning against the wall with a sneer on his face. From what I could see he had medium long blonde hair, I couldn't make out his eyes from this far away but I could feel him glaring me down. I returned the favour and brought my fists up to my chest again in case he wanted to fight.

Mello grinned and took a step forward till an older voice appeared from nowhere stopping him in his tracks, "Mello! I hope you weren't planning to start a fight with our newest member, now were you?". The old guy from yesterday walked into the room carrying a sliver tray. Mello, Let out an angry huff and stormed out the room. The small child looked up at the older boy and seemed to be considering something. The sliver tray and it's items clattered as the older gentleman set the tray on the small table next to my legs, causing me to jump once again. He smiled softly beneath his moustache and apologised, to which I held my hands up as "It's alright".

"I'm sorry about Mello's behaviour, He's not very good around new people. It's good to see your finally awake, Are you feeling alright?" His calming British accent was like music to my ears. I opened my mouth then stopped, closed it again and looked around for my notepad to respond. I caught the gaze of the child in the white pajamas. He was looking at my actions curiously. I felt my cheeks heat up, I've never like being watched.

I realised I didn't know where my notepad and pen where at this current moment in time so it was pointless to look for them when I hadn't placed them somewhere I could find them. I looked roughly where I thought the kind English man's eyes were and raised my hand with a little shake to indicate 50/50. He nodded and turned to the small boy, "Near? Can you go see if Mello requires some support for me please? You know who to get if he needs someone, Thank you".

Mello and Near were very strange names for children. A mood and an amount of time. They almost didn't sound real... Maybe they were fake names? But why would children need fake names? Maybe they needed to hide their names, But why? I had so many questions that I wanted to ask but without my paper I shall just rant it out in my head. It always suited me before. The man just said something to me, I missed it. Damn it. I blinked and tilted my head questioningly to get him to repeat himself.

"Did you zone out a moment? It's okay, I'll get your notepad and pen, Just lie down here and I'll introduce you to some of the support staff that work here, Okay?" His calm caring voice was so disarming, It was nice. I took a seat on the couch and chose to take another look at 'Near' but he was gone. I never heard him move but his blocks where gone too. Swift little bugger.

What should I do while Walter or whatever his name was found my writing equipment? I let out a big sigh and instantly regretted it. Now that I had calmed down from earlier, I could feel everything again. My lungs felt tight like I was wearing a corset inside my rib cage and my bones seemed to ache. I moved stiffly onto my back to release some of the pressure on my lungs. While lying there, I found the ceiling to be quite a boring view. I turned my head slowly to look at the tray the nice man put down.

There was a posh looking teapot and two matching pairs of cups with saucers. A cup of sugar cubes, two spoons and a chunky looking house phone. I yawned suddenly. I didn't realise how tired I was. Maybe if I just closed my eyes for a little while..

I snapped awake when a loud whine sounded in my right ear. My vision was blurry for a few seconds as it was so bright but it adjusted soon enough. The loud sound paused for a few second before sounding again. The phone was ringing. Great, What was I meant to do? I couldn't hear anyone coming to get the phone so I hesitantly picked up the phone and clicked 'accept' on the left corner before holding the phone to my ear.

An electronic voice greeted me, "Watari, I need your assistance with the Red case.". I blinked. Was this phone scrambled both ways? Maybe I could respond but.. I couldn't risk it. I tapped the bottom of the phone three times. "...You're not Watari are you? State your name" The voice asked. It didn't sound friendly. I said nothing and waited. I heard a few clicks, like the blocks Near was playing with earlier. My throat tightened, Would I get in trouble for answering the phone when it wasn't mine?

"Let me see.. Oh. I see you. Hmph.. Look to the top left corner of the room" The voice almost mumbled into my ear. I froze. They could see me? I turned my head every slowly to look and sure enough, there was a camera with a little red flashing light looking right back at me. What kind of children's home had cameras everywhere!? I'm so out of here the first moment I can get. This place has at least two floor right? Maybe I could get back in hospital and see Mickey again? Or, I'll always hold his memory with me if I don't make it through another jump.

"You look scared. Don't be. Think of me like security for this building. You're new here, aren't you?" the voice mused. If I had to guess, I'd say it was a male talking. Only men gloat over easy facts. Also, the voice didn't hold much emotion, women tend to do that. I didn't, sadly. I nodded slightly and never took my eyes off the camera. I didn't like this at all. The voice continued, "you don't seem to speak much do you? Oh. You have a guest. Behind you".

I blinked once and hid the phone under the blanket. I sat up to have a better view of the possible intruder. It was 'Mello'. He stood, silently in the doorway. His head was down, I don't think he'd seen me move yet. I glanced at the camera and mouthed the word, "help". 'Mello' seemed far to aggressive to be alone with. The camera's red light continued to flicker before it flashed green just once before returning red. That's pretty cool.

'Mello' cleared his throat and I whipped my head around so fast I thought I might get whiplash. His body was shaking slightly, and he was much closer now. Dangerously close. I could see his eyes now, sharp and sky blue. He wasn't looking at me, he was glaring into the floor board like it had just bitten him. His lips were curled back into a tight frown.

"Look.. I'm.. I.. I'm sorry I yelled at you, Okay? I have a short temper." Mello spoke softly, he looked up into my eyes after he had finished. Why was he apologising? Maybe he wasn't aggressive, maybe he was just unstable. I blinked once and nodded to show I understood him. He tilted his head at my reaction. "You can't speak?... Oh.. Well.. Um.." He struggled with his words. Maybe he was finding it awkward I couldn't reply.

There was a pen on the table, I took it and wrote on my arm, "It's okay, I'm the same. I'm sorry I almost stared a fight with you, I was scared". He cracked a small smile and rubbed his arm gently. "That's okay... My first night here? I was so confused and upset I smashed a window" He stated shyly. I giggled quietly and he straightened, he looked happily surprised. "You can speak, huh? Or maybe you can only make noises, kinda like a cat..". I wasn't sure how I felt being called a cat but I didn't get long to think about it.

The nice moment didn't last long. A middle aged man stormed into the room. "Mello? What are you doing out of bed this late! And your causing trouble for the new girl! To your room! This instant!" He barked at Mello. I shook my head and held up my hands in a kind of wave motion to say everything was okay but he ignored me.

Mello's voice was no longer soft or quiet. He yelled back, "Fine! I don't want to be here anyways! I'm out of here!". Mello dashed out of the room before the guy could grab him. He sighed and turned back to me. He looked like the nice English man but he had dark black hair. "Sorry about that, Mello can be quite loud. My name is Roger, Did Watari bring you here little girl?" Roger spoke down to me. Already, I didn't like him. And he didn't seem to like me much at all. Little girl.. I'm almost 15 years old. I nodded to him. Watari was the kind man's name. Oh yeah. I think that fall affected my short term memory.

Ah well, I'll adjust. Roger said something else I wasn't listen to. He wandered out of the room just as Watari walked in. I smiled at him as he spoke, "Sorry for my long absence, I had to deal with something. Are you okay? It's getting quite late.. We can have a private doctor look at you when he arrives in a few moments and then you can rest. I got you your note pad and pen, Here". He passed me my things and I considered telling him about what happened in my room after I woke up.

I didn't want to worry him, He might take me somewhere else and I might not be able to visit Mickey if I kicked up a fuss. I scribbled down, "Thank you Watari. I feel a little bruised up, I fell out of bed. I can't sleep with the light off." and then showed him. "I see, I'm sorry. It didn't say anything in your notes about that. If there anything else I can do to make you feel more comfortable?".

I thought for a moment and bit my lip. I didn't want to inconvenience him. I shook my head but wrote down slowly, "um.. The phone rang for you earlier. I answered it. I'm sorry but the sound of it hurt my ears." I paused for a moment then wrote a line under, "I'm really so sorry". I gave him the note pad to read my message and held out the phone to him

Watari made a quiet sound and put the phone to his ear after taking it off me. He listened for a few seconds then held the phone out to me. "He wants to talk to you." Watari smiled down at me. I'm confused.. Why did the security guy want to talk to me? Hmph.. I took the phone and turned to face the camera while Watari poured some tea.

"That was impressive. I haven't seen Mello smile at a new person before unless he's tormenting them. Do you have a name yet?" The voice said. I held the phone between my ear and my shoulder while writing my answer, "No, I don't know my real name but seeing as everyone else here has aliases, I can probably choose any name I like right?". I showed the camera my answer and waited for a response.

"You noticed that huh? Very impressive indeed. I might be able to use you if your up to it. I checked the files we have on you from the hospital. You jumped off a building. If your not up to helping me now, I understand" I bit my lip as the eletronic voice explained its reasoning to me. I shook my head and took a few seconds to write a reply, "Technically? I was pushed off the building. And no, I'm fine to help if asked. How can I help you?".

The voice paused to read my scribble then took a while longer to answer, "Pass the phone to Watari, He'll set things up so you may help me". I did as it asked and took a teacup after adding two cubes of sugar. I watched Watari nod and breath out a "hmm" every so often to show he was listening. He then clicked the phone to end the call and smiled at me.

"Well.. Since your too poorly to start school or take the exams yet, L's agreed to let you assist him till your well enough to join the others. Is that okay?" Watari beamed out. I nodded but wrote quickly, "Who is L? The security guy on the phone with the funny voice?". Watari chuckled and nodded, "As you might've guessed, everyone here has an alias. His one is L. It's to protect people from being traced here. I'll let L explain more or Roger can do it in the morning. I think the doctor is in your room now.".

Watari helped me up to my bedroom and a doctor with crazy blue coloured hair was waiting for us. He left while the doc checked me over. I was fine but I just had to rest or suffer being sedated so I would rest. The blue headed doc asked me a million questions, even though she knew I couldn't answer. I nodded and shook my head when appropriate. She left after given Watari some pills to help me sleep.

Now that I could see around my room, I gave it a once over. It was a plain room. The walls were white and the floor was covered in a white fluffy carpet. There was a single bed with it's headboard against the wall furthest from the door with white sheets on. My wheelchair was parked next to the bottom of the bed. On the small table next to the headboard was another chunky phone on a charging base, attached to the wall. On the pillow of my bed was a laptop, also attached to the wall by it's charger.

The doc left and I completely ignored whatever she was saying to Watari. I shuffled over to my bed and laid out flat on the bed before putting the laptop on my lap. I opened the lid and the screen flashed up "Hello 'user'" before changing to a blank white one. What was I meant to do with this? No wait, It wasn't completely blank. It was a chat page, There was a little black blinking line at the bottom of the page. I typed "Hello?" and it popped up the top of the screen in a blue bubble.

Seconds later a bubble appeared under mine with, "Hello. Thank you for agreeing to help me. I am L, What would you like me to call you at this current moment while you don't have a name?". I thought for a bit. After drawing a blank on any cool name I replied with, "Call me Poppy. It's what the people in the hospital called me. How can I help you?".

L replied with, "How good are you at solving puzzles?".

Well! :3 I wrote most of this tonight, It's close to 3am now and I had my sister proof read it so it should all be fine. If it's not I'll fix it later, I'm not sure how long it takes for this site to update the things I edit after uploading so, bare with. I write best when I about to fall asleep. I hope you enjoy. I really feel in the mood to write so, Who knows, Maybe the next chapter might be up before the weekend as it's fresh in my head. Please leave a review, Good? Bad? Wonderful? Terrible? All feedback welcome. I still haven't picked a name out for "poppy", I'm thinking something cool sounding, with an X in it or a weird name. Hehe.. I'll keep you posted. Sorry it's a few hours late! *vanishes with a poof of smoke, back to my cave to write some more*