HAI THERE :D Mea here, but I prefer Mrs. Mail Jeevas.
Heh. I have a sort of infatuation with my *cough* husband *cough*.
Anyways, I want to try to make an interesting disclaimer soo, I SUMMON THEE MATT AND NEAR TO DISCLAIMER LANDD.
Matt: Wth?
Me: YOU HAVE ARRIVED. PLEASE, PLEASE MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE.
Matt: Not this.
Me: YOU HAVE BEEN FORMALLY INVITED TO DO THE DISCLAIMER. PROCEED.
Matt: Just this once. Mea does not own Death Note, any of it's characters, OR ME *COUGH COUGH*, only her O.C, Fate.
Me: I love you.
{This is my first story, so please go easy on : I haven't exactly read the manga *please don't hurt me I'm sorry* because I haven't been able to get my hands on it, so I'm not certain at what age Matt attended Wammy's. For the sake of the story, he'll be 10 years old . Also, the review button doesn't bite.}
Mail Jeevas lugged his suitcase up to the door of Wammy's, unaware of the watchful children staring at his lanky form. While Wammy's was big, news still traveled fast. And everyone had heard of the redhead. Meanwhile, Mail clumsily opened the door to the orphanage, only to be greeted by dozens of eyes staring at him. He had never been good in social situations, so he clambered off to Wammy's office, with his luggage still in tow, as fast as he could.
Mail, being the impolite 10 year old he is, barged right into Wammy's office, only then noticing the room was already occupied by 3 children.
"Ah, you have arrived. Near, Mello, Fate, you are excused." Wammy seemed unfazed by the disturbance, and instead busied himself with a few papers. Mail took a moment to glance at the three figures scrambling to leave the office. One had snowy hair, wide, unnaturally black eyes, and white, wrinkled pajamas. The next had straight blonde hair, tight, black leather clothing, and a chocolate bar placed in his teeth. 'Someone's gender confused,' Mail thought, puzzled by whether the individual was a male or a female. Lastly, a small redhead caught his eyes. She was like no one he'd seen before. Bright red curls framed her tan complexion, small freckles were scattered beneath her large, pale blue eyes. He was startled when Wammy cleared his throat and Mail realized he had been gazing at an empty chair for the past minute.
"Those were the top 3 children at Wammys." The man initiated the conversation.
"Top 3?"
"Yes. The most intelligent and clever in the house." Wammy gave a proud smile. "Now, Matt-"
"It's Mail." Mail interrupted.
"I am aware." Wammy smiled. " But from now on, you will be addressed to as Matt. As a part of staying at Wammy's, you get a slight, altered name change. "
"I don't understand."
"Everyone here has a name that differs from their given name." Wammy still wasn't frustrated. In fact, he seemed more at ease while Mail's (now Matt) confusion only grew.
"But why?" Matt questioned yet again.
" I suppose their really is no purpose. Not one I'm willing to share, at least." Wammy winked. He suddenly sat up. "Now onto the serious business." He then began to read off a document. "Mail Jeevas, now known as Matt, aged 10, only child, both parents deceased..." Matt eventually zoned out, already knowing much of this information, as it was concerning him. Only when Wammy got to his rooming situation, did Matt snap back into reality.
"Due to the shortage of roommates, you will be on your own for the time being. Will that be alright?" Wammy questioned.
"Of course, Wammy." Matt replied.
"Mr. Wammy, if you please. You will be in room 213 on the 2nd floor. Would you like any assistance?" Mr. Wammy gestured to Matt's bags.
"No, no I'm fine."
"Then we are done here." Mr. Wammy stood up. "it's a pleasure to meet you Matt, and if you need anything, come to me or Roger, a good friend of mine." Matt awkwardly started to make his way out of the office, when Mr. Wammy added one more important aspect.
"One more thing, Matt, be sure to only tell others your alias, not your real name."
Matt nodded, opening the door, only to bump into the gender confused blonde he had seen earlier.
"Matt, right?" The blonde asked, placing the chocolate bar between his teeth and snapping off a piece. Matt could only nod.
"Hm, good thing. I like it a lot better than Mail."