Awesome, I get to update again. Thanks to everyone who decided to stop by and review! The reviews mean a lot to me, or as much as I think they do. Just to answer anybody's question, mostly Volital's, I like to make people nosebleed in my story at least once. I don't know why, I guess it's because I like having nosebleeds. No, I don't get nosebleeds from anything explicit and whatnot, I just get them at random times. Why do I like nosebleeds? It gives me a reason to be a piece of deadwood on my bed and it also lets me be lazy. Also, I'm sure we all know that deep down inside of Matsuda, he has a really dirty mind. That is all.
Lucky for all of the passengers, the plane ride was finally over and none of them would ever see the likes of those misfits ever again. Truly, a miracle had been made upon them all. The eleven party members exited the plane and stood in the terminal, under Watari's order of course.
"Watari, is there a reason why we are still stationed here at the terminal? Are we awaiting the arrival of someone?" L asked the old man as Watari simply nodded.
"We are waiting for Roger to send us an escort to Wammy's House." L just nodded, but his following silence was soon short lived.
"Wait, we're going to Wammy's House?! That famous orphanage that Quillish Wammy set up?! Wow!" Matsuda shouted excitedly as everybody turned their heads towards the hyperactive inspector.
"Matsuda? You actually know something about this place?" Light asked from his spot next to Misa. Matsuda nodded, a goofy grin still present on his face.
"Where'd you pick it up from? A cereal box?" Aizawa asked sarcastically as everyone but Matsuda, L and Watari burst into laughter.
"No! I went through some files on Watari a few years ago. Remember? I told everyone that Watari was actually Quillish Wammy and that he was a famous inventor?" Everybody turned to Watari, who looked the same as always, though deep inside he felt nervous.
"Is that true, Watari?!" Soichiro spoke up as Watari simply nodded, albeit quite slowly. Everybody began to mutter excitedly about the new matter, but the honking of a limo outside the terminal window caught their attentions.
"That would be Roger now," L said, his thumb wandering his mouth as they all picked up and left the building. The first thing that Light realized was that it was snowing lightly, making the world around him seem at peace. Everyone filed into the limo and comfortably settled themselves inside. Chattering incessantly inside the limo, the driver suddenly halted to a stop.
"Sir, we have arrived at Wammy's Orphanage for the Gifted and Talented." Suddenly, Light perked up at the name.
"What does he mean 'Gifted and Talented'? Is there something special about this orphanage?" Light questioned curiously, which caused murmurs throughout the group.
"Yes, and you will all see quite soon as we have arrived," L motioned for everyone to get off the limo as the black vehicle drove into the long driveway that extended from the front door to the outside. The eleven shuffled through the snow, the snowing had stopped, and peered at the large manor before them. It looked brand new, but must have been made many years ago from the looks of the style in which it was built. Light, who trailed next to L, suddenly felt a bump in where he stepped. He looked down and saw nothing but white, though his foot was stuck. Wriggling his foot a little, he found he could not get unstuck. L noticed the group not moving and peered back, Watari following suit.
"What seems to be the matter, Light?"
"My foot! It's stuck!"
"Hm, let me see." L walked over to the stuck adult and peered below, noticing the white bundle as well. Suddenly, a rare smile, a genuine smile, appeared slowly onto the detective's face. Everybody noticed this and tried to find out why he was smiling.
"Light, may I ask you something?"
"Yeah? What is it?"
"Do you like snow?"
"Why woul—" suddenly, a huge snowball rammed right into Light's face as he nearly flew back, his foot slowly being let go. The icy snowball nearly froze Light's face as he landed with a plop into the snow behind him. Grumbling could be heard from the fallen boy as soon, Mikami, Misa, and Matsuda were soon taken out by snowballs as well. Everyone peered as to where the snowballs were coming from, and soon took notice of two figures.
"Nice shot, Matt! That was a fucking awesome headshot!" came a voice as another stray snowball flew and smashed itself into Aizawa's head as well, causing the two figures to burst out laughing. From the snow pile that Light had stuck his foot in came a small boy with white hair and oversized pajamas. L took notice of his surroundings and instantly formed a snowball, sending it flying into the white tundra-like field. After a few seconds, they all heard a smashing sound and they all knew it had hit a target.
"What the fuck?! Matt, did you throw that at me?!" The voice said, a snowball flying way off course by the group.
"No! Dude, that's fucking awesome! A freaking snowball just totally pwned you!" The other voice commented, but was soon met with muffles as a snowball flew into his face.
"Shut the fuck up, Matt! I'm going to get whoever did that!" Soon, out of the white wonderland, the two became much clearer. The fallen players had already stood, though quite freezing from their earlier impact with snowballs. As they took notice of who was coming, they realized they were quite young, albeit at least less than twenty. One had a mat of blonde hair while the other was a red head
with goggles adorning his eyes as a shield from the weather. Soon, they all noticed, though many flourished with pink, that they both were shirtless, facing the weather like nothing. They ran within about ten feet and suddenly, their eyes were wide with excitement. Dashing towards the group, though the red-head kept fumbling a bit, they stopped in front of them, not even panting for breath.
"Dude, it's fucking L!" The red head cried out as the blonde nearly launched himself onto the detective.
"It's good to see you too, Matt, Mello. How are you? And might I ask why Near is on the floor?" L was already being tackled by both boys as the white haired one stood from his place on the floor, slowly taking hold of the detective himself. The rest of them gaped, though some were trying to fight the urge to stare at them, wondering where their tops had gone.
"Okay, who are they L? And why do they know you?" Came Light's voice as he had found his way back on his feet, momentarily glaring at the white clad boy for holding him down.
"Ah, where are my manners? These are my three successors, Matt, Mello, and Near. They attend Wammy's House," L explained as Mello shot the brunette a dirty look.
"So who the fuck are you?" Mello asked the very shocked brunette, startling everyone once again with his vulgar language. Suddenly, Matt burst out laughing. Everybody looked at him crazily, wondering why he was laughing so heartily.
"Dude! I think his name was Lint or something, but check out the cuffs!" Matt pointed at the handcuffs between them as Mello began to grow red. Near, who had just realized the cuffs as well, just kind of stared blankly at them, his expression not changing in the slightest.
"You mean…he's…?"
"First of all, my name is Light. And second of all, what're you talking about? These handcuffs are just here because L thinks I'm Kira, which I'm not!" Light explained loudly, wondering why his life sucked so much.
"Oh! Well, still, those handcuffs gotta go. It makes you look like lovers or some shit," Matt pointed out, lighting a cigarette and pulling out his DS to enjoy his Final Fantasy game. So far, he was completely ahead of the game with unheard of stats. Light was blushing at the word "lovers", but L seemed quite indifferent.
"I was about to unlink them. Might I ask for the rest of the speechless members of my party as to why you are both without shirts?"
"Oh, that's easy! We were making a new Wammy House tradition where we have to always go outside without our shirts and have a snowball fight. Near was too sissy to take his shirt off, and Matt said something about just making him unbutton his shirt or some other shit. Doesn't matter, it just
means I beat him in something!" Mello explained proudly as all eyes turned to the quiet Near, who was twisting his hair and stacking snowballs miraculously without destroying any of them.
"Mello, surely you know it is common sense to wear warm clothing during the season of Winter, especially because the temperature here in England could very well drop down to negative degrees. Surely you know that this means the only thing you have beaten me in so far is being an idiot," The white-haired teen said, surprising a majority of the group. Their surprise was long forgotten as the two got into an argument, only one side being heated at all. L stepped between them, stopping their argument for awhile.
"You two, stop fighting this instant. You must tour my group around the Wammy House and show them their rooms. Afterwards, I would like you to make my guests comfortable." With that final command, Mello and Matt grabbed their shirts and continued to lead the group inside of the building where the warm smell of soup filled the manor top to bottom. Light, who had taken time to inspect for any traps around the place, heard a faint whispering between Sayu and surprisingly Takada. After Sayu had whispered something to Takada, glowing bright red no doubt, Takada had giggled as Sayu had yelled something along the lines of "it's not funny!" at the older woman.
"Alright, groupies! I'm your tour guide Matt, and my assistant Mello! First, the awesome playroom where Near sits day in and day out stacking stuff and solving his blank white puzzles! This playroom is totally wicked, so stop by when you've got time!" Matt yelled to the group, who gave him nervous looks. Mello punched Matt in the arm and gave him an accusingly look as Matt rubbed his arm.
"Stop lying to them, Matt!"
"But I'm not!"
"Uh, yes, you fucking are!"
"But it IS a playroom!"
"Hm, let's see…NO SHIT, MATT! Of course it's a playroom! It's just not awesome and totally wicked!" The group watched the two bicker, L just sighing and talking to Near about some theory as, from down the hallway, a beautiful brunette girl came bounding towards the group. The five Wammy House occupants knew who she was instantly.
"Hello, Linda. It is good to see you again," L greeted as Linda greeted him back, showing him respect and letting everyone know that L had great authority at the orphanage.
"Hey Matt, Mello! Uh, hey Near!" Linda called to the three, though Light and the other girls in the group noticed that Linda had been blushing slightly when she turned to Near. Near, being the indifferent little albino kid he was, simply greeted her back, though void of any emotion whatsoever.
"Linda! Tell Matt that the playroom is NOT fucking awesome!"
"No! Linda tell him it is! The playroom is da SHIT!" Linda, who had ignored them both, looked at the rest of the group curiously, many of them looking back at her.
"Would you like me to guide you? Matt and Mello argue like this all the time, just let them be!" Linda told them, many of them understanding immediately. Matsuda, who was slightly pink, looked at Linda with almost stricken eyes.
"That'd be, uh, great! You're really pretty by the way!" Matsuda nearly shouted, gaining a boost of courage for a second. Linda just giggled and loudly gave her thank you by kissing Matsuda on the cheek, causing him to turn even redder. Light had to admit, she was pretty though. He himself almost blushed looking at her, which made Misa and Takada grumble as they stared at her with absolute hate. Linda guided them through the hallways, pointing out several important rooms along the way. Suddenly, from the hallway they had just come from, Matt and Mello ran by them, their hands in the air. They all peered behind them and noticed guns being pointed at their heads. Quickly, they panicked. Suddenly, Near's quiet voice came through.
"Gevanni, Rester, put your guns away." The young teen simply twirled a lock of his hair as the two bodyguards slowly put their guns down, Halle joining them soon afterwards. Mello and Matt quickly put their hands down, Matt's video game suddenly beeping away enthusiastically once more. An accusing finger was pointed to the young albino as Mello's rage was growing.
"You little pansy! Why'd you sic your damn bodyguards on us?!"
"I did no such thing, Mello." Rester, Gevanni, and Halle were soon at Near's side, standing and guarding watchfully for anything. Then, they noticed L standing in intrigue.
"Lidner, Rester, Gevanni, this is our mentor, L." The bodyguards' eyes went wide as they quickly bowed in L's presence.
"We've heard much about you, L," Halle said as L merely nodded, chewing from his strawberry cake that seemed to appear from nowhere. After that entire fiasco, everyone was directed to their rooms to get ready for dinner. Light, who was forced to share a room with L, threw himself onto the couch that lay in the middle of their luxurious room. He sighed with content as he melted himself into the cushions.
"Light." Light soon shot up from his spot on the couch at the sound of his name. In front of him stood L in his usual slouching position.
"Yes? What is it?"
"How are you liking it here so far?" For Light, that question could be answered many ways, but he decided to answer truthfully.
"Honestly, I'm not really liking its occupants. On the other hand, the luxuries inside the building are quite extraordinary. I guess I'm kind of in the middle."
"I see." Silence ensued for a bit before Light decided to ask all of his questions.
"Hey, L. What status do you have in this house? The people who live here seem to respect you a lot." L was about to answer when the door suddenly flew open, allowing entrance of a certain four occupants of the house.
"L! Near stole my—the fuck is this guy doing in here?" Mello shouted from the door, his face showing anger.
"If you must know, I live here in this room for the rest of Winter! And I have a question for you all."
"Shoot," Matt said, his nonchalance not unnerving to anyone.
"What kind of status does L have here? You guys seem to respect him a lot," Light said curiously, earning him two misfits bursting into laughter. Mello wiped a tear from his eye as he just stared at the brunette, wondering if he had heard right.
"Dude, L is a fucking God here at Wammy's!" Matt blurted out, causing Light to go wide-eyed. A God? What the hell?
"Yeah, newcomer. Everybody respects L around here. Disrespecting him is like asking for a fucking punch in the face," Mello pointed out, making a fist for emphasis as he voluntarily cracked his knuckles for effect. Light almost slid back on the couch and feared for his life when he heard the knuckles cracking, so he decided to just go along with it. Suddenly, the intercom in the corner seemed to come to life as Roger called everyone to the dining hall for dinner. As Near passed by the still shocked brunette, he whispered something to him that sent chills up his spine.
"Enjoy your stay in Wammy's, Light Yagami. Good luck." The creepy tone the boy seemed to use, though it was actually a very monotonous tone, made Light involuntarily use vulgar language.
"…Fuck."
Don't ask, I don't know what this is. I'm not sure if it was funny, or just a chapter thrown in here to introduce something. All I know is that there was a lot of cussing and, to me, it makes it funny. I've never actually heard Light cuss majorly, but I'm guessing in the anime subbed version or the manga, he uses more extreme cusses than the dubbed version. Eh, who knows? Yes, I am trying to hint at a pairing, but I might not actually use it. And for those who don't know, Linda IS a real character in the manga I believe. She's the artistic one from Wammy's who, if I recall correctly, gave Light the illustrations of Mello and Near.