"Finally!" She breathed in relief as she entered the building. "I thought I was going to turn into a popsicle!"
She removed the slicker from her person, revealing a dry, long sleeved shirt underneath, and tossed it over her shoulder. Her hair, soaking wet from the rain, was tangled a knotted from both her lack hygiene care and the removal of the slicker. Her pale skin had streaks of water running down it from the rain, and rings of black lay under her eyes from countless nights without sleep. Her eyes themselves were a darker shade of black, similar to her hair and jeans.
"Well, we're glad you didn't," the person who had opened the door responded lightly.
"Right," she replied sarcastically. "Though freezing to death would probably be a better fate than having to come back here…" she mumbled. She'd run away from this stupid orphanage because she'd wanted to get away, not because she wanted to play Hide and Seek or some other stupid game.
"Your room is the same, it hasn't been touched since you left," the man informed her, walking down the hall. She followed, tossing her backpack back over her shoulder and picking up her suitcase. "None of your other things have been touched, and the teachers will fill you in on the rest later." He stopped at a door- one of many in the hall- and opened it.
"What are we doing here? I thought you said I still had that same room? This isn't it. It's clean." It was true. The room that he had led her to was bare of any personal items, with only the bare necessities. There was a bed, a desk, a chair and a bookshelf. The furniture was brown, a slight contrast to the discontcertingly perfect white walls and carpet.
"True. This room is only temporary. You will be moved out of it once you have cleaned your old room." Siete looked at him like he was crazy.
"You can't expect me to clean that thing! That has to be some sort of biohazard!"
"It isn't. We wouldn't have you do that if it would damage your health. The Wammy's House does not need a reputation such as that," he explained to the teen as though she were one of the younger children at the orphanage.
"No, you don't, do you?" she sneered. "I mean, you force kids to stay, ignore the facts that one of them was- and is- a murderer, and kidnap children. Not to mention that you train them night and day to be your perfect little detectives, don't you? Tell me, Roger." Though she was a full foot and a half shorter than he (she'd always been short for her age), he resisted the urge to flinch. Even when she was younger, and especially during her second summer, she was violent and rash when she was angered.
"That isn't true, and you know it. The children here are too young to be out on their own, and L was never a murderer. We've never kidnapped anyone. The children want to learn, and this is a near perfect environment for them to do so. Now, if you will leave your belongings here, you need to be reintroduced to the orphans," Roger rebutted.
"Feh. They can all just go to hell. They love L. I hate him. No question there. Now, why don't you leave? Go punish some little brat for something they haven't done wrong, or just sit in your office brooding. I really don't care. Just get the fuck away from me." Siete entered her temporary room and shut the door on Roger's face. In retrospect, it probably wasn't the most intelligent of things to do, but she hadn't cared about intelligence since she was seven.
"She hasn't changed a bit," Roger muttered wryly to himself as he wandered down the hall. Formality and manners would require that he introduce her, but she had no liking for manners or politeness. He figured that by the time lunch rolled around, word would already have gotten out that Siete the Scary, the Prankstress, the girl rumored to be as smart as L was back. When she'd run away, she'd left quite the impression. Most of the kids viewed her as an Urban Legend, even though she'd only been gone for three years.
"What are you doing here?"
"Mero? Shouldn't you be at breakfast, with the others?" Roger questioned the teen. His blond hair curled slightly under, just near his chin. With his baggy clothing, one could almost mistake him for a girl. Of course, that wasn't an ideal thing to do, as the boy had the disturbing habit of stripping his clothes off to prove them wrong.
"Screw them. I asked first." His hair bobbed from the recoil of the force he'd used to bite his chocolate bar. He was nearing the end, and would probably need to grab another soon.
"I was showing a new arrival to her room." There was no point in lying to the blonde. In some ways, he and Siete were so similar that he almost feared what might happen if they met. However, he didn't linger long on that though, as it was replaced soon with 'What sort of havoc will they cause when they argue?' Mero was the equivalent of L's biggest fan and Siete L's greatest enemy.
"A girl?" Mero's eyes, for a brief moment, sparked with something akin to interest. He was a teenaged boy. It was really only natural. "How old is she?" He could, perhaps, be evaluating her as date material, or perhaps as rival. Another cause for the arguments would surely be Mero's friend, Matt, who had been like Siete's other half before she ran off. He worried for the rivalry there, as neither party was likely to give up their friend.
"She's your age. Why don't you help get her settled? She doesn't seem to like me, and she need's to be introduced." Roger hated himself for doing it. Not only had he shifted the burden of introducing Siete to the orphanage onto Mero, but he'd also poured gasoline in an already flammable area. Although, perhaps they would get along?
"Fine," Mero agreed. He didn't seem too happy to be asked that, but it gave him a chance to spy on the new girl.
A/N: Chapter two. I will probably be uploading this story in numerous small chapters. Why? Because I like it. I have a plot. I'm trying to keep the characters in character, and not make Siete too Mary-Sue. Please tell me if she gets that way. By the way, in my original draft, this was only a fragment of chapter one. So, well, be prepared for overloading of chapters. I'm rewriting this as I transfer it from my notebook to my computer, so I'll probably mess up.
Love,
Siete Meichan
(Yes, I stole my character's name. But I've had my username longer than the story... so HA!)