A.N I'm getting better at this writing longer thing ;D

New chapter love ^.^ Because we all love Mello.

Time skip warning

Disclaimer: I do not own Death note. I am also broke so please don't sue me


Mello.

The steady murmur of the conversation rose through the room. Each word indistinguishable although from the tone of the voice I could tell it wasn't good news. I briefly wondered if they would lie to me, most people would even though the truth shows right through their face. I leaned back in the hard plastic chair. Why don't hospitals ever have comfy chairs? I was starting to lose the feeling in my butt sitting on this thing and I had only been sat on it for twenty minutes. Although it had felt like a lot longer with nothing to do.

Finally someone stepped from the room, shutting the door behind them. Each face becoming blurred behind the rippled glass. It was an elderly gentleman, face marred by a large mustache, but kindly eyes peered out from behind a wide brimmed hat.
"Mihael." He stated. I stared at him, wondering how he would break the news. I think on some level we both knew that I was aware of what had happened. This was more of confirming it. "They didn't make it."

I nodded. In reality any normal teenager would cry, scream and beg for them to come back. But for some reason I was fine. My parents never raised a hand or said a bad word to me. In fact they were nothing but good decent people. I just didn't love them. I cared for them sure, but it was like my dog had died. A momentary lapse of sadness then carrying on as normal. He looked me up and down for a moment, as if double checking something in his mind.
"How old are you Mihael?"
"Thirteen." I replied, curling my fingers over the hem of my T-shirt. I didn't look him in the eye again. Although I'll never admit it this man had a intimidating stance. Although he looked kind and fatherly he was someone you never back talked to. He radiated power. I kept my tone the same, hoping he didn't realise how uneasy I was under his smile.
"I own a orphanage in Winchester, we house special children who cannot prosper in a regular orphanage." He continued, removing his hat. Deep gray hair covered a wrinkled forehand, which eased as he saw me look at him once more.
"I'm not insane." I muttered.
"I know. It's for geniuses. We train children to use their brain to the best of their abilities and aim to make a difference in the world."
I nodded again. The man returned the gesture before placing the hat back on his head.
"My name is Quillish. You will return to England with me within the hour. Unless you want to stay here." He told me, turning his back to walk down the hospital corridor. I watched him disappear in amongst nurses, doctors and frantic guests. I didn't need the hour. I already wanted to leave.I was starting to get pins and needles in my legs, leaving the chair I decided to pay my respects to my late parents. Relieved that I could now feel my butt, I walked towards the room which they situated in. The hour could go no slower.

ooooooo

Before I knew it we had touched down in England. A luxurious car had driven us to the wrought iron gates of what could only be described as a large country manor. Grass turned into woodland until I could see no further. Pulling up in front of the main entrance, Quillish opened the car door and allowed me to escape.
"Roger will help you settle in. I would stay longer but I have matters to attend to. Good luck." Closing the door behind him, the car squealed to life leaving behind a cloud of dust.

I stood on the gravel, unsure of what to do next. A large firm hand gripped my shoulder. I think I jumped a mile, how someone could be so quiet on gravel was a mystery to me, but I was now determined to master it.
"Inside now." The man grumbled. He looked rather...tired, heavy set lines engraved into his face, all pointing towards the ground. For once I followed the order given, shrugging the hand off my shoulder. "From now on you'll be called Mello. Do not let anyone know your really name."
I raised a brow at the odd request, but decided to abide once again. He showed me into a rather large hall at the front of the house. Its floor was covered in a light hardwood pine, with light cream walls. I would've called it an asylum if I didn't know better. The man who called himself 'Roger' proceeded to tell me that most of the children here didn't like bright colours. I shrugged, hoping to find a room soon. The flight had messed with my head and I could feel the minor jetlag setting in.

Three flights of stairs and several turns later we arrived outside a large white door.
"You'll be sharing this room with Matt. Lessons start at 9 and end at 3. Don't be late."
He turned and left me standing in front of the door. I groaned to myself. Having to share the room with a kid I didn't know. That was bad enough. I just hoped he didn't get in my way. I find it hard to control my temper. Although I believe in making an impression from the start. Hardening my eyes, I swung the door open and stormed inside.