Well, I hope you liked that last chapter. It was so deep, but the whole time I was writing this it was like. NOOO!!!! NOT ENOUGH DETAIL! BNWIOJFGWOJFIW!!!! This is my favorite story I've written so far. Its almost obsessive! My most crowd-popular has been Stay Sane which crosses Death Note, Naruto, and Bleach, the main character being Misa-Misa. Its MY least favorite though. Hn...strange how things work out.

ENJOY (loooonnnnggg chapter this time!)

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"Should we touch her?"

"Is she dead?"

"No you idiots. Shut up, you'll wake her!"

"She's probablyalready awake…you're so loud!"

"And you aren't loud?"

"Guys, shush. I'll try and pick her up."

"What do you mean try, she's skinny enough I could pick her up!"

"Did you just admit you're-!?"

"NO I DID-!!!"

Cho heard all of these voices. All boys, all kids. She felt cold, her legs were practically as numb as if someone had poured frozen chicken guts all over them.

HER LEGS! They were naked, and that meant everyone was staring at her underwear….

"Yeah, Cho, great job!" she sarcastically congratulated herself. Should she sit up?

The answer came in the form of a pair of arms reaching out and lifting her high.

"She's light. I'll take her up to the empty room on the second floor."

"Let ME carry her! Jeez. I never get to-…"

"Yeah, right. YOU get to do everything!"

"No I do n-"

The voices faded as Cho let herself be carried away by this mysterious pair of arms. She felt high above the ground so the boy was tall. Maybe even more so than her big brother.

She held onto him tightly with the insides of her knees, blindly listening to the crunch of his footsteps on the pavement. Where was she? She remembered the sign-Whammy's House, but hadn't seen anything else. A boy…yes she'd seen one. What did he look like?

Who knew? It was pretty useless searching through her half-awakened mind to try and find a single second. A nanosecond even.

Cho smelled smoke. Smoke! Her brother smoked cigarettes. Long thin cigarettes that smelled so good and warm Cho wanted to dive into the smell; all of her immersed in the stuff…it made up one of her favorite dreams. Was her brother there? Was he standing on the steps, long red-brown hair mussed like it usually was, smoking? He, her brother said it was the only thing that kept him warm during the cold winter nights when they lay all alone under the stars…Cho had refused to smoke, even when he persisted, saying it kept her warm. She had seen the men who smoked, yellow, droopy skin, tired expressions, and a sadness Cho sensed that almost made her feel sick. She hoped her brother wouldn't turn out like that…

She rocked as they (whoever they were) mounted a stairwell and climbed up, up until Cho felt her body level again. It was relaxing being carried like this, all through the place-wherever they were-to an unknown destination; preferably a bed.

The small 11-year-old was shifted from one arm to the other, and something-a door-creaked open. Inside the door it was dark behind Cho's eyelids. Her carrier fumbled for a light, all while balancing her on his knee. A red glow indicated he had found it and now placed Cho softly on something so ridiculously soft and cushy it had to be a bed.

A bed! Cho hadn't laid on one of those ever since she could remember. It was too soft for her almost, though comfy it made her back ache. She let out a cat yawn accidentally. The boy carrying her took in a breath, waiting. She decided it just might be time to wake up, though fake sleeping and making him carry her around HAD been fun. She giggled through her lips softly; so much it sounded like a snore.

The boy seemed to be pulling something out of a cabinet or closet. It crumpled softly as he laid it by her feet.

"Well." He muttered softly. "Guess I'll wait here." Cho heard him sit, creaking very slightly. It was quiet. It made Cho want to wriggle around this silence. It wasn't like the silence outside, where it was cool and open and the wind blew. In here it was quiet in a terrible loud roaring sort of way that hurt Cho's ears. Could she open her eyes? Yeah, I guess she could.

Slowly, heavily, she lifted her long lashes off of her pale skin, revealing eyes usually seen on a demon or angel…something not earthly. The first thing her eyes revealed was that she was indeed lying on a bed, a small kind of itchy looking one. Now that she noticed it kind of was-itchy I mean…

Her eyes skimmed the room. Plain white walls, a small window with no curtains and a bed…which she was after all, lying on. A cabinet sat in a corner, looking kind of foreboding, its thick wooden doors closed tightly. Like the doors to a heart…not a very nice one.

Then, Cho saw what was probably the most interesting thing in the whole room. Her rescuer!!! He was a little older than her, probably 16 or 17 with spiky black hair that hung in round, soulful eyes. He wasn't gorgeous, but had a kind of chiseled, odd feel about him. His back was to a wall, and to his right was a door. He was staring at her, right in the eyes. That was probably since he was looking at their odd coloring, but Cho didn't mind.

She sat up on her bed and wriggled her toes around. Her rescuer shifted and seemed to look at Cho from another angle. Criticizing, reviewing her with his eyes, though the words would probably not ever be said. Why wouldn't he speak? Cho glared at him fiercely. Maybe at least he would leave! He didn't.

"How old are you, little girl?" he asked in a low, quiet voice.

Cho crossed her arms and tried to stop the words from coming out. She couldn't stop them, just like she couldn't make him leave.

"I'm 11 and my name is CHO." She said, scrunching up her nose.

"Okay." He said and smiled. "I'm L. I'm 16 right now."

Right now?? Cho wondered what, could he change age or something? Freak.

"Whatever." Cho played the so-what-your-name-is-one-letter-long card, twisting her tangled hair around a finger and looking away. "Where are we? Some nuthouse? Are you gonna lock me up just like they do at St. Michaels?"

L laughed and shook his shaggy head. "No, Cho. You're at Whammy's House." He said the title slowly, like she had mental problems.

Cho looked up, straight in L's eyes. "I'm hungry." She was testing him now. She was always hungry.

"Well. I don't own the orphanage." L said smartly. Cho bit her lip, worried. They didn't give you any food?

"Dinner's at 6."

"What time is it?"

"5:55" L stood and pointed to Cho's bare feet. They were resting just above a blouse, coat, and skirt. All maroon, except for the blouse. "Put that on. It was hard finding one your size since you're so skinny…"

"It's not my fault." Cho snorted.

L looked at her. "Whose fault is it then?"

Cho was quiet. She didn't think he'd ask, but ignore her, like most people older than her did.

When she didn't answer L looked down again at the outfit. "No one wears it, but you don't really have an…erm…full outfit, so I got it out for now."

"Okayyy…."Cho raised her eyebrows at L.

"I'll go then. The bathroom is through…that…door." The boy said, pointing towards a door beside her bed. He left quickly, waving as she picked up the outfit.

"Oh, yes. The cafeteria is down a flight and to the right." L was gone. Thank God!

Cho ran into the bathroom, which contained all the necessities. In a small cabinet near the top she found a small tortoise-shell brush, which she took to her long hair. It hurt to run a comb through it, and she winced every time it got near the back underside. That would probably wash out eventually, whatever was making the knots, Cho thought, and stuffed the comb back in the drawer where she'd found it, yet as it closed, something caught her eyes. A pair of scissors. Scissors! Cho lifted them out slowly, letting the metallic blades catch the light from a fluorescent light bulb in the ceiling. She pulled a bit on one particular tangle in her feared back underside. It tightened around her finger, like it was alive. Was it?

Now, Cho THAT was a pretty stupid thought. Her hair being ALIVE!? Her hair actually with its own little heart and brain and muscles…it was odd and slightly scary to think about. Like how male angler fish link onto female angler fish and lose their ability to think and their organs and then to the women they-well…never mind. Cho cut out the dreadlock with a single snip of the sharp scissors.. It fell into her hand. She felt a little disgusted…what now? She decided to throw it in a nearby trashcan. She did that and then tried to comb the rest of her back underside. Fairly easy, it was, now that main controller was out…like trying to dismember a person with a knife after taking out their brains and-well, you must have picked up on Cho's rather morbid intelligence by now.

Now that that was over with she changed, pulling off her shirt and underwear. It was cold. Usually her brother held her behind him while she changed, so she wouldn't freeze or becoming a free show for any passer bys, though those were rare. The blouse came on easily and the skirt was a little harder, since it was still a little big. The overcoat wasn't necessary so Cho skipped it, using just the knee socks, which sagged on her skinny calves. Dressed now, Cho stared in the mirror at her own reflection.

She wasn't normal looking. No, definitely not, but luckily, the looks scale had fallen high, above the normal point, though below the gorgeous beyond earthly beauty part. Cho had a certain curve to her lips, roundness to her eyes, flow to her movements, life to every bit of her that made her beautiful, if that's what you would call her. She'd been called lots of things, about her looks, but none of them had ever been anything close to "ugly" or "hideous." Now, dressed in this slightly oversized uniform, she did look a little out of place, but it still fit her.

"Time to go, Cho." She whispered, her high voice soft. Something reflected off of her arm as she reached for the handle, slashing the sleeve a bit. Cho turned, looking for the source, but nothing was there. The slashed sleeve would have to work for now.

Sighing she trotted through the room into the hallway. It had thick white carpeting and patterned walls, kind of like a Holiday Inn…but it still felt like a school. A couple billboards hung here and there, covered in upcoming events and whatnot. The stairwell was visible, and twisty, now with linoleum flooring. Cho liked the clack as she hurried down them, into another empty hall.

In this hall there was sound though. Where as the last corridor had been empty and silent, this one had the far away clacking and slurring of phantom voices all through it.

"Down the stairs and to the right…"Cho repeated L's directions out loud, her voice odd and echoey in the hall. She turned right because, why turn left? She walked towards a blue double door because why not?

Something dripped down onto the floor as she walked. Cho wiped her arm off, just in case and picked up her pace, now smelling something like bentos and Western style food all mixed up. The doors drew closer and closer, like she was watching them frame by frame as the camera did a close up, until she was pressing her small hands against the soft wood.

The door was well-oiled and smooth, like everything else here. They swung open easily, letting out a light swish as they did so.

A blade of light cut into Cho's vision and there was the cafeteria in all its glory. Rows of children everywhere, cutting their unique shapes into the blinding light from the row of windows lining the wall perpendicular to her. Sure enough, everyone was eating something or other and it smelled amazing. Like if you picked up all of the good-smelling fresh foods in the world and mixed them all into one giant good smelling batch. One thing she noticed…they were all boys.

Feeling for once in her life a little shy, Cho looked down at her feet, the scuffed up floor from countless chairs and tables under her dirty tennis shoes. Another pair of feet joined hers, shadow falling over her soft features. She looked up sharply to see L, holding two trays of food in his hands and looking stunned, which was probably a permanent effect, due to his round eyes. He held a tray out under Cho's nose. She jumped and stared at him, probably the same stunned look crossing her face.

There was twice as much food as she would have ever eaten in a week right below her nose, all heaped onto one plate. Traditional Japanese food mixed right in with Western-style macaroni and cheese, along with other stuff.

"I was able to get you a bit. Sorry it's not much…"he said, half-smiling.

"Not MUCH!" Cho squeaked. "That's more food than I usually eat in a WEEK!"

L rolled his eyes, like she was exaggerating. "How old are you again?"

"Eleven."

L nodded as if he suddenly remembered, and pointed over at a table. "Roger like us to sit by age so-"he began

"Who's Roger?" Cho butted in.

"The headmaster, of course!" said L. "Well, you sit over there." He pointed at the table again. "Sorry there are no girls, at least none your age, but the guys are…never mind."

Grabbing Cho's shoulder, he led her over to the pointed out table, piled with 15 or 20 boys, all more or less squished together. It looked…uncomfortable to say the least, especially for a lone girl like Cho was.

"Hey, guys!" L shouted over the din from the table. All the boys looked up at L and Cho almost as if it were a script, except Cho didn't know any of the lines.

"This is Cho-chan. She's eleven, just like you guys and she's new. So, try and make friends…or whatever you guys do."

There was a pause in which Cho realized she was supposed to say something, but she didn't. For once she stayed silent.

"Okay...anyone wants move for her?" L asked after a minute that seemed to last years.

Immediately, two of the boys slid apart like anti-magnets, one sliding under the table to knock a small dark haired boy out of the way. "All right." The shaggy haired man said, ignoring the fallen boy, who'd started crying. "Cho, you can sit there."

"Thanks, D." Cho said, messing up the strange man's name on purpose and taking her tray in small hands.

"Don't mention it, Chihiro." L waved and slouched away, smiling to himself. Cho sat down in the empty spot, squeezing between a tall, plain boy with a black crew cut and a small pale boy with white hair. She felt the whole table staring at her. Not bothering to look at anyone, Cho picked up her red apple and turned it in her hands.

The white haired boy tapped her on the shoulder. Cho gave him a what-now look and he pointed to her sleeve.

"You're bleeding." He observed.

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