A/N: I want to thank CherryBlossomSpring and LightningStar 0.o for their reviews.
LightningStar 0.o: Yes, her project is to remand a secret until I decide it is ready for it to be known to the public. And I apologize for all mistakes. I will try to make less as I continue this story. And thank you for you review!
And yes, the title of the story has changed.
World Devastation...?
Quilish Whammy was not only very intelligent, but also very wise. He was also an inventor, and founder of Whammy's Foundation. The goal of Whammy's Foundation was to build orphanages around the world. And so far, that goal wasn't as far as some expected.
But out of all of the orphanages already made, one stood out from the rest. Whammy's House, a specially made place for children with frighteningly high intellect. So in a way, it was more of a specialized center for smart, parentless children. So not only were the children sent there given a home, but they were also given an education made to suit the child's abillities and strengths.
But what was the true point of Whammy's House? Surely some one wouldn't do something so good hearted without some diabolical reason behind it!
That reason was to find a child eligible enough to succeed the world's greatest detective.
L.
Of course, most of the children who were brought or sent there, had no idea of this. They were simply convinced that they were better, and ergo, deserved better, and were now being treated as so.
But for those who were aware of the orphanages true purpose, it was a constant battle over who would surpass L, and become L's successor. Very few could keep up with the inconsistant changes in rankings, and just wanted to leave. To be done with it.
Of course, Quilish Whammy never noticed this. In fact, he rarely ever visited the orphanage. He had to many, more important things to do. Like meet up with an old friend by the name of Robert Munroe.
Why? Some possible trouble, apparently.
Though such matters never interested the man, he found himself driving down the road towards a science fair, without a clue of what to expect...
Munroe waited rather impatiently for some good news, or rather any news, as his gaze stayed locked on the girl waiting to present.
He was completely flabbergasted at how such a young girl figured out something so simply obvious before some one older, and perhaps more experienced, had. Could she simply have thought it was something silly, and everyone had already known, or could she have spent hours perfecting the analysis until it came out positive? Could she have already tried this out on a small scale? Say a barn, or shed? Maybe someone's home?
"Surely that isn't possible..." Munroe muttered to himself, finally taking a sit on the old brown sofa, opposite the window.
There was a light tap on the door, followed by Mara poking her head into the room. "Sir?"
Munroe looked at the small woman. "Yes, Mara?"
"It's Mr. Whammy. He's here to see you as you requested."
Munroe sat up more straight. "Thank you Mara, please let him in."
As soon as Munroe finished his sentence, Whammy glided into the room.
"Good day, Mr. Munroe." Whammy greeted the man on the couch with his hand extended for a shake.
Munroe stood up and shook the slightly taller man's hand. "Please, we're past these formalities, just call me Robert."
Whammy nodded. "Well then, what seems to be the problem, Robert?"
With a tired sigh, Munroe gestured to the window. "The girl, down there presenting her project."
Whammy arched an eyebrow. "A girl?"
Munroe shook his head. "More of her project, really. If you watch her presentation, you may see something interesting." And with that, he stumbled back over to the couch.
With a shrug, Whammy stood before the window and observed as the red haired girl presented her project.
After a few moments passed, Whammy let out a tiny gasp, his eyes lighting up. "I see what you mean. This girl must be of high intelligence..."
Munroe nodded from his spot on the sofa. "Agreed. I have Mara searching for every bit of information on this child."
Whammy tilted his head as the crowd clapped and the judges talked amongst themselves with wide grins. "it is rather interesting as to how she managed to figure such a thing out. She can't be more than six, correct?"
"Eight. And for all we know, she's plotting a world crisis as we speak..."
Whammy hid a laugh at this. Munroe clearly needed a vacation.
Was the girl out for world domination? No. She thought it was a completely and utter waste of time and good resources. Did she want to kill everyone on the planet? Of course not! Again, it was a completely waste of time and resources. Plus, it would never work out. There's always some one who gets left behind/ survives. Plus, she'd be left alone.
Not that she overly minded being alone. She loved the blessed silence that engulfed her when she was by herself. It was as though she was light-years from society. But, like everyone, she needed to have human contact once in a couple of months.
The girl trudged home blankly, her back pack feeling much lighter without all of her projects equipment jammed into it. Though she really never noticed when it was heavy. It was usually around 65 pounds in weight when she was in school, which unfortunately brought attention to the petite girl.
Now that was something she noticed.
But today was different. She had no school. And it was a quiet, slow, lazy day. Her favourite type of day. A day were she could lock herself up and be alone to do as she pleased.
A serene smile played across the girls lips as she entered the 5-story apartment and ascended the stairs to the top floor. She never used the lift. Could you imagine all the germs and diseases that were trafficked through there from all the public usage? It was enough to make her sick. Finally coming to her floor, she left the stairwell and gracefully moved to the end of the long hall to her door. Pulling the key from her coat pocket, she unlocked the door and entered the 5 roomed apartment. Though it was obviously cramped, the girl didn't mind. it was her home. it always had been since she turned 2 1/2. And she was usually, if not always, alone.
Parents? Siblings? Friends?
A mother. No. Yeah, as if!
So basically, since her mother was always ' 'working' ', she was convinced that she didn't have any family at all. And to be overly honest, this didn't affect her in any way, shape, or form.
Sure, when she was younger, she used to whine and complain every time her mother left her home. Alone. And young meaning around three [ish].
It was probably due to the lack of 'motherly love' when she was young that made her distant and foreign to such sentiments. Therefore forcing her to shy away from anyone, and everyone who tried to befriend her. That or because people trusting each other scared the hell out of her...
Yawning, she let her bag slid to the floor, then proceeded to take off her hat, gloves, coat, and finishing with her boots. After words, she placed them neatly in order by the door. Then dragging her bag into the living room, see threw it down on the seat in front of a window over looking a small garden.
Opening the bag, she pulled out the 1st place trophy, only taking a few moments to look vacantly at her reflection on it before flipping up the cushion on the seat and chucking it into the hidden compartment with the rest of her achievements she'd acquired over the years.
A little something to add to the others.
Replacing the cushion over the compartment that she'd found on her first week in the apartment, she frowned.
It served it's purpose well. That purpose being to hid everything she'd done for the past six or so years.
Why did she hid everything? Because of her mother. If her mother new the intelligence she had, her mother would probably abuse it. No... would abuse it. How? By sitting her in front of a computer and force her to work some online company or something.
Not something the girl would look forward to. Ever.
Why was she frowning now? Because the room in the compartment was growing slim.
So she needed to find a new place soon. Which sucked. She was rather content with how life was going. Though to anyone, it would seem like an average life. No dad. Mother has to work all day long. Child throws self into school studies.
A simple, easy facade of lies.
A facade that the girl had to constantly struggle to keep together whenever some Anon decided to stick their nose into someone else's business. I.E., her business.
The girl frowned again at her sudden train of thought. The shrugged it off...
