A/N: Okay, I really hated the first version of this chapter so I changed parts and added parts. It might not be any better but hey my exams start on Wednesday so I'm a little over whelmed at the moment and haven't been able to think creatively for a while. Anyway hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, Transformers or Guitar Hero, but my brothers do own a Jazz and Bubble Bee toy.
Mello and Matt had been silent since Tripp told them how she became an orphan, or how she became to be here. They wore the same face the old man who found her did and the nurses who stitched up her back. So far the only ones who didn't show any emotion about her 'sob story' was herself and the boy that the old man was caring for.
She never spoke to him, he just came in when Tripp was being treated and looked at her. Then he whispered something to the man and left and the only emotion she could see on his face, even if it was only for a second, was confusion.
Why, she didn't know and never would 'cause she'd probably never see him again but she was still able to wonder.
Tripp wasn't bother by what happened to her, or emotionally scared. She just decided to take it as it is and not moan. At least she had possible family out there, these kids had no one.
She was still in half a daydream when the boys lead her to a large, ornate door that when opened revealed any gamers paradise. Tripp just stared for a minute, in awe of everything around her. She hadn't seen a game room like this before. Just the small room in the hospital that was full of kid's toys.
"You
said you just started again with video games. Thought you might like
to see the selection you can get." Matt said putting the PSP in his
pocket. The room was painted dark midnight blue, play stations,
pinball machines, dance machines, etc. It was like a fliming arcade
in there!
Tripp looked around and grinned sinisterly when she
spotted the one game she'd actually played.
"Matt?" she asked looking at him from the corner of her eye. He turned to her.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Wana play Guitar Hero?" she asked. Matt smiled.
"Game on!"
The next half hour was spent playing Guitar Hero. Tripp won two games out of 20 and Matt won the rest. She had a sneaking suspicion he had let her win but when she confronted him with that idea he just denied it. So much for guys and their egos. Mello joined into after much persuading from Matt.
"Oh come on Mell! Just one game! Or are you to chicken?" he teased. Tripp laughed and made a chicken noise and Matt joined in after a while. She wasn't sure why she felt so at ease with the two boys, she didn't trust people very easily because of what her first known experience of life was. She thought, maybe, that it was the fact that Matt took things so easily and was very mellow about every thing, except games that was, whereas Mello was easily agitated and didn't back down from a challenge. They acted like two brothers with each other and that was what she believed was making her relax. It wasn't anything serious which was what she needed right now.
"I'm am not a chicken! Give me that controller!" he fumed, sticking the half eaten chocolate bar in his back jeans pocket and yanking the guitar controller away from Tripp. She mumbled nonsense and sat back to watch.
Matt won, no surprise there.
"Game set and match!" he shouted as he won. Mello jumped up and pointed at Matt.
"I want a re-match! This controller stopped working half way through!" he shouted. Tripp scoffed.
"A bad workman always blames his tools." She said, the ducked when tried to Mello through a pillow at her. An action that was surprising to her nonetheless.
"Okay Mell. I'll give you a re-match just stop attacking the new girl before she gets hurt. You'll be the one that gets into trouble." Matt reasoned. He obviously knew how to stop a Mello rampage. Tripp thought sitting back down thinking it would be a good idea to stay near Matt when Mello was pissed. She snickered at his name, whoever named him didn't know what Mello meant. Matt ended up picking 'I Love Rock n' Roll' a song Tripp hadn't heard yet.
"Saw
him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he must a been
about seventeen"
Tripp frowned, trying to think were she had heard that song before. The beat and voice sounded so familiar, something she hadn't experienced since she'd woken up that fateful night in the alley.
Tripp pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes; trying to remember as the noises of the games room fades out of focus.
It's a café, people are talking over the music, drinking there coffee or hot chocolate. A girl gets up to leave at the same time as the person behind her does. She still hears the music as she walked out the café. The music started to fade but she heard the same tune being whistled. She walks into an ally, the whistle following from behind. Suddenly a sharp object goes through her lower back and…
Tripp gasps as she sits up suddenly, her back arching. Mello and Matt turn to her.
"Are you okay Tripp?" Matt asked but Tripp didn't hear him. All she thought was that she needed to get to her room and fast.
Tripp continued to take in air like a fish out of water. She stood up quickly and motions to the two boys.
"I've got to go." She said, dopily leaving before they could say anything. She rans down the hallways, not caring about the "Hey!" 's and "Watch where your going."
Before she'd arrived at Wammy House the old man that help her, and ultimately sent her to the orphanage, also told her to write down anything she remembered as soon as it came to her. That it might open some new doors to her past. She followed his instructions, planning on carrying a small notebook with her but as usual she forgot about every time. She turned into another hall, realising she took the wrong turn. She turned again, quickly running back the way she came, not noticing the small white figure in front of her. Tripp ended up running right into him, knocking them both to the floor. Opening her eyes she saw the boy with white hair she saw earlier in class. He was looking up at her, frowning. She stood quickly and held a hand out for him but he refused it and began picking up the toys he dropped when Tripp ran into him.
"I'm so sorry!" Tripp exclaimed, helping him pick up the toys. He was short, but not tiny, dressed completely in what looked like white pyjamas that hadn't been button correctly.
"It's okay." He said in a monotone voice. Tripp noticed the toys were Transformers, she'd seen them when at the hospital and a very hyper little boy decided to indulged her with the story about Transformers and showing her what each on did. She had to admit they were pretty cool. When the toys were picked up Tripp apologised again.
"I really am sorry. I was just trying to get to my room." She cringed. He looked to her.
"You the new girl." He stated, not asked. Tripp nodded.
"I'm Tripp." She said holding out her hand.
"Near." He said shaking her held out hand. His skin was just as white as his clothes, a large contrast to his dark eyes. Tripp cringed again.
"Sorry about that" she said, motioning to the broken Transformer in his hand, that she recognised as Jazz from the little boy's rant. Near didn't seem to really care that much but she wasn't sure, for all she knew he could be crying on the inside. Tripp gave a nervous giggle.
"I guess I'm not called Tripp for nothing." She said. Near still didn't saw or do anything. She sighed and looked behind her.
"Sorry again. Look I really have to go now but I'll make it up to you later, I promise." She said starting off down the hall, running into every second person.
Near stayed where he was and looked at the retreating girls figure.
What an odd girl.
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