Teasha: So are you excited?

Kelsier: Why should I be? You dragged me back here.

Teasha: I'm finally going to introduce most of the Death Note characters, since they're actually alive!

Kelsier: Shut up! I killed myself for the greater good, ok?

Teasha: Oh, relax, I wasn't talking about you.

Kelsier: You implied it!

Teasha: Disclaimer!

Kelsier: Fine. I'm geting used to this anyways. Teasha-san does not own Mistborn or Death Note. Can we get to the story?

Teasha: YESH! Let's go!

Zara did not like being carried. Especially not potato-sack style by a spiky inquisitor named Carlyle. It reminded her of Twilight.

Carlyle did not like carrying anyone. Especially not new mistborn who rebelled against him because they thought they were strong. Incidentally, he really didn't like carrying Zara.

And so the hatred begins.

He looked up at the stairwell. The same one he had come down before, with the spiral stairs. Why did he have to carry Zara up so many flights of stairs?

"Why'd you stop?" asked Zara.

Carlyle growled. "Shut up! Just wait until we get there."

"Hmpf," Zara pouted. However, she stayed quiet. She supposed that it would be bad to tick off this inquisitor. The other one—Marsh—had a much better temper.

As Carlyle started up the stairs, though, only one thought came to Zara's mind: This is real fun, having someone to carry you around everywhere.

Finally, Carlyle reached the top of his third flight of stairs and began to turn left, getting off.

"Where are we going?" asked Zara.

"Shut up," muttered the inquisitor. "Like I said, you'll see when we get there."

So he kept walking through the hallways. As they passed through, though, Zara couldn't help but become fixated on the sparkling obsidian in glass cases. Obsidian statues, stones, daggers. Too many to even count.

"What are all those for?" asked Zara.

Carlyle didn't answer.

"Carlyle?"

"Those are for something for which you have no knowledge of, nor do you need to have knowledge of," he finally answered, avoiding the question stealthily. "Let's get going."

So they kept walking. As they walked, though, the obsidian trail became more dilute, and other crystals started to replace the obsidian in the cases along the hall.

Carlyle, with Zara in tow, reached a door. This door was made up of thick silver—because silver was one of the few metals impervious to allomancy. The entire door was also covered in silver gears that were probably used as some type of lock.

Carlyle set Zara down and reached into his pocket, producing a large key, like the type used for cellar doors in old movies. He inserted the key into the key hole, and let go. The key twisted of its own power, causing the gears to spin around.

The door opened.

Zara heard a crash before she even entered the room.

"Oh great," said Carlyle. "They're at it again."

"Huh?" asked Zara.

"Just go in." Carlyle pushed Zara into the room and closed the door behind her. Whew. Got that over with.

Zara stood, in shock, at the closed door. 'That's it?' she thought.

"Hey, you must be our new roommate!" shouted someone behind Zara. She turned around meekly to face a boy, probably 17 or 18, who was looking at her expectantly. He had a blonde bob cut with bangs that made him look very much like a girl, and was wearing black sweatpants with a leather sleeveless vest.

"Don't scare her, Mello," said another boy, accusingly. This boy had red hair and was wearing a pair of goggles around his head as if they were a headband. He was also wearing black sweatpants, like the other boy, but was wearing a black and white striped shirt instead of a vest.

"Mello," Zara heard another boy say. He looked as if he was albino, with his white hair and pale skin, but he had dark blue eyes. He was probably around 14 or 15 years old. Unlike the other two, he was wearing white sweatpants and a white button down shirt. He looked down at a messy pile of building blocks in front of him. "You destroyed my clock tower."

"Well you deserved it," Mello taunted.

"No he didn't," argued the red head.

"Well, what did he do?" asked Zara.

"He told Mello the truth," answered a girl's voice. Zara turned to see a blonde girl and a brown haired boy—they were probably around 18 or 19—walk into the room. The girl had pigtails in her hair and was clutching the man's arm to her chest protectively. She was wearing a brown dress, while the boy was wearing black sweatpants like the other two.

"Oh shut up, Misa," said Mello. "No one wants a bitch like you around right now."

The girl gasped dramatically. "Light!" she complained to the boy she was holding. "Mello called Misa-Misa a bad word!"

Mello and the red head both facepalmed.

"Okay, what is going on here?" Zara interrupted.

"He told Mello the truth," repeated the boy—Light?—as if that explained everything.

"The truth?" repeated Zara.

"The truth about this place," said the albino boy. "And why we're here. I figured it was time for him to know."

"Huh?"

"Never mind," said the red head quickly, as if he was trying to avoid a fight.

"Okay then…" trailed off Zara, feeling confused.

"So who are you, exactly?" asked the brown haired boy. Was it Light?

"Um, my name is Zara, but I'm not actually sure why I'm here at all," she answered.

"Are you a mistborn?" asked the albino.

"Yeah—"

"Then that's why you're here," he finished, interrupting Zara. "This is the Mistborn Room, ages 15 to 20. You must be our new roommate."

"Ooh!" squealed the Misa girl. "Misa-Misa's always wanted a female roommate! We can share girl stories and have gossip talk for only us girls!"

Oh great, thought Zara. This freak is the only girl. This will be a long night.

Misa grabbed Zara's wrist and pulled her towards the beds. "Come, come," she encouraged. "Misa wants to show you our beds!" She led Zara to a bunk bed, with one bed on top and one on bottom. The top one was already covered in a hot pink comforter and pillow set, with hot pink sheets. Misa had even bedazzled some of the bed itself.

"Misa gets top!" she cried as she climbed up the ladder and flopped onto the hot pink bed.

"Um, sure," Zara agreed. She was relieved she wouldn't have to sleep on the pink sea. She hated the color pink.

This would be a long time, living here.

Kelsier: Ok, is it just me or does everyone hate Misa?

Teasha: Everyone hates Misa.

Kelsier: Oh.

...

That poor girl.

Teasha: Why do you say that? She deserves it for how stupid she is!

Kelsier: You're so mean.

Teasha: True, that's why I can torture my characters so easily.

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