My first BB oc story that has no AU in it! :D Ohh, how wonderful! :D OH! AND THANKYOU Kakashisdancergirl for help with the title! :D
Alternative: A
Backup: Beyond Birthday
Lost One: L
DISCLAIMER: I own BB! He lives in my cupboard! :D I also own my OC! :D
Chapter One: Almost like a ghost
Snow. So soft, so white. It's just ice yet its so beautiful. Snow was always associated with the winter. In winter, you need to wear warm clothes. The usual was a pair of thick woollen gloves, and a dark heavy scarf. Thick, furry ug boots and a black woolly beanie.
It's always winter in England. Always so cold. So icy! But, this girl was not used to the climate. It was always quite warm were she had come from. Sure, it was cold sometimes, but she never needed to wear more than one jacket.
She was standing in front of a large gate that was at least 3 metres tall. It was taller than the elderly man she was standing by, and by her standards he seemed fairly long. The man looked down at her from behind his glasses. His eyes were faded, they were blue going on white. The elderly man smiled at her.
"You'll fit in just fine." She heard him speak.
The smaller girl by the age of 10 pulled back her hood so she could see him. She did not smile in acknowledgement. She gave him a blank, dark stare. The elderly man did not take any offence. He understood the reason behind her stare. She had been through a lot in her decade of existence. But, the emptiness of the stare reminded him of how monotonous L is.
"There are a few other children here, not as many as there was at your school. My orphanage contains 6 others. I think you'll easily befriend each and every one of them."
The girl quietly stared at her boots, never saying a word. She was never a very social person. She found it hard to make friends, or if she ever did, she found it hard to keep them. She had one friend that she never lost, but they were never close. That one friend the girl had was just as socially awkward as she was. Whenever the girl had a problem or an issue, her one friend could not help her.
The girl always felt so alone. She couldn't ever speak to her parents about her problems. She was too afraid to face ridicule, too afraid that something worse may take afoot if she ever took action. She had learned not to speak her emotions, not to speak her mind. She never did. To most people, what was on her mind was never clear. What she was hiding was behind a blank thousand piece puzzle, but to others, it was as simple as opening a book.
The gates before the two opened. The elderly man took her gloved hand and led her in. Behind the large gates was a mansion. The girl was not impressed at all. Sure, she'd never seen a mansion ever before in her life, well, not one as big as this, but she just did not care. If her life was in order, if no wrong doing had ever happened, maybe she'd be enthralled enough to stare at how many storeys she thought there may have been, how many windows were shining light into the many rooms that could have existed, or how she had to crane her neck just to see the clock tower up the top of the building or to read the large numbers attached to the face of the clock itself.
The girl barely looked away from her boots. The only time she completely lifted her head was when the elderly man she was accompanied with pulled open the doors to the inside of the building.
If nothing drastic had ever happened to change her life, she would have been excited to see what the inside of a mansion may look like. She'd be eager to run the many hallways, bang on the many doors, and annoy the many residence that lived behind them. But, her life had changed to the worst in a matter of hours. A few weeks later, she was sent to England and wasn't told a reasonable explanation why.
The elderly man led her into the first room on the right.
The room was an office. A fairly large one at that. There was another old man behind the desk. His hair was white with an orange tinge. Behind him were several bookshelves and a large window. On his desk was an ant farm in the corner and a pile of books in the other.
The elderly man that led her in there, sat her on a chair as he sat on the one next to hers.
The man behind the desk was looking at a book. His eyes turned for a second at the two people before him, then he placed his book on the table.
"So, you're that new kid." The other man said. He was undeniably rude to the way he addressed her.
The girl said nothing in return.
"Well, aren't you going to say anything?"
"Roger, she doesn't speak that often." The older man added. Roger leaned back in his chair. His hand slid underneath his glasses, and he wiped his eyes, obviously annoyed.
"Alright." He grumbled. "You," He addressed her. The girl sniffed at his rude behaviour. "My name is Mr. Ruvie. You will do as I say at all times, are we clear?"
/"You will do as I say at all times." Screamed the girls teacher. The girl wiped at her tears that were streaming down her cheeks. "Y-yes sir." She stuttered./
The girl tightly closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. "Y-yes." She answered. Her voice was uneven. It wasn't as smooth as she hoped it would be. She felt the elderly man who had introduced himself as 'Watari' the minute they met, pat her shoulder.
"Good. I already know your name, and we don't need to speak it. It's unsafe. So, it's policy we give you an alias." Mr. Ruvie's voice was flat. There was no emotion to animate it. He sounded bored and annoyed. Roger waited for an answer, but received none. "Alright, you're name begins with 'H', so you're alias will begin with that. Seeing how you are wearing a hood, I'll just call you that." He told her.
Oh, how creative.
"Do you like your new name?" Watari asked. The girl was glad that he did not talk to her like a baby. He treated with respect. The girl decided that he was a nicer, virtuous person than what Roger was. Roger seemed like an asshole, who needed a good kick in the head. The girl gave a brief nod.
"Ok, Hood. You should probably know who the other 6 orphans are." Ruvie began. The girl's eyes darted to her hands that were folded in her lap. "In this building, there is a system. The reason why you are here, is because you are surprisingly intelligent for somebody of your age."
'I'm surprisingly intelligent? That sounds so forced.' The girl thought.
"Our system is of ranking. We rank the orphans from the most intelligent to the... uh, not as intelligent. Because you are new here, you will be ranked 6th, the lowest rank. If you feel you do not belong as 6th, you'll need to prove yourself worthy of moving up by studying and working hard. Anyway, back to the point. The six orphans; Alternative. He is ranked number one. Backup, he is ranked number two, Kay, she is ranked number three Xanthus, number four and Zero, number 5." He told her.
"I thought you said there were 6 others? What about that one? You told me I was going to be ranked 6th, and that it is also the lowest." The girl pointed out.
"I would have gotten to that if you hadn't interrupted me." Roger grumbled. "That 6th orphan? That is Lost one. We don't rank him. It's his fault that the rankings exist. He is smarter than every other orphan here." He explained.
'Everyone here has a strange alias... Alternative? Backup? They sound like robots, like there only purpose is to replace someone, and by the sounds of it, this "Lost one" they were talking about. Does this mean I'm going to replace some smart nerd?'
The girl already had the feeling that she was not going to like it here.
Watari stood up from his chair and stretched his legs. "I suppose I'll show her around, then." He suggested. Roger nodded and picked his book up.
The girl, newly named as the uncreative 'Hood', solely because she was wearing a hood the day she turned up, followed the older man up the stairs. On the second storey, there was a dark gloomy hallway. There was no light to illuminate the area. It was unclear to see what could be hiding at the end.
The girl was wary of entering and stood by the top of the stairs. She watched as Watari walked into the shadows, disappearing into the darkness.
Watari could not see a thing in the hallway but he knew the light switch was inconveniently placed right on the far wall. He flattened his palms and searched for the switch. Eventually, he found it and flicked the light on. The elderly man turned around and he could easily see the girl standing by the entrance.
"Your room is this one." Watari was still standing in the back of the hallway. He pointed to the door that was right beside him. The girl took a cautious step in the area. "Don't be afraid."
The girl sighed and continued her careful steps to her door.
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"I suppose you want to meet the other orphans?" Watari asked after 20 minutes of having a look around in the dark room. The girl turned around and looked at him.
"They won't like me." She whispered, refusing to even think about talking to anybody. All she wanted to do was to stay in her room all day.
"Nonsense. Come with me. They are playing outside. A and K shovelled the snow away this morning." He persuaded. The girl sighed. She had no choice but to go outside.
"Ok." She whispered. It seemed there was no reason to why she whispered, but she rarely ever spoke and for that reason her vocal cords weren't stretched enough. She was too used to whispering.
Watari smiled and led her out of the room, down the stairs, and to another set of heavy wooden doors. He easily pushed them open and the cold air sprayed inside the room. The girl could hear excited yelling. The girl was timid and did not want to leave the indoor safety. Watari grabbed her hand and led her out.
A boy and a girl were playing football together. They were yelling and tackling each other in the cold shaved ice below them. Right at the back of the area that was visible was two other orphans. One was hanging upside down on a tree branch and the other was sitting by the trunk. Watari knelt down so he could face the girl.
"I'll leave you here. I hardly need to point out who is who, I think you may prefer it if you find out for yourself." He told her before standing back up to leave.
Hood stood in the cold winds by herself. The two orphans playing football didn't notice her presence, even when she stood on the sidelines of the field they set up. It was as if she were a lingering ghost. But the girl did not mind. She preferred to be ignored.
Hood spotted a swing attached to a high up tree branch. Absolutely nobody was around there. The wind was pushing the swing back and forth. In fact, it looked kind of creepy, like a ghost was swinging on it. The girl wandered over to the bare swing, digging her cold, gloved hands into her pockets.
The swing was hung by coarse brown rope and the seat was a plank of wood. The entire contraption looked old, like it had been hanging there for a while. The girl pulled her hands out of her pockets and pulled her black wool gloves off her fingers. Her bare hands stroked the coarse material. Yes, it definitely was old. The girl sat herself on the seat. She kept her feet firmly on the ground to prevent it from swinging too much.
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After what seemed like almost an hour, Hood felt a presence before her. She sat her feet firmly on the ground again. Two black and white converse all-stars shoes were planted on the ground in front of her boots. The girl lifted her head to find out why this orphan was annoying enough to come up to see who the new kid was.
It was a boy with black, ebony hair, and pale, ashen skin. His eyes were rimmed with makeup as dark as charcoal. But his makeup wasn't the thing that had caught her eyes. It was his eyes. His pupils were red! Like, blood red!
Hood immediately felt uncomfortable in this boys presence. Her grip tightened on the ropes and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Something was not right about this boy.
The boy with eyes as red as blood was frowning. He looked annoyed.
"Oi, that's my swing you're sitting on, bitch." He argued. Hood guessed he was at least 12 or 13 years old. The girl quickly stood.
"I'm sorry." She strained her voice so it was just above a whisper.
"I don't wanna sit on that! Your ass touched it!" He complained. Hood felt her fists and teeth clench.
"Well why don't you make that ugly face of yours useful and mop it!" She snapped. The older boy raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, touchy touchy!" He teased. This boy was a worthless brat.
"Anyway, I don't see a name on it." She added. The boy pushed her to the side and sat on the swing. Hood fell onto the cold grass. The boy smirked.
"I don't need to put my name on it. Everybody already knows its mine. Nobody intelligent will go near it because they are afraid of me! KYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed. His laugh made the sweat drop off the girls face and made fear well in the pit of her stomach.
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"Oi, look!" Alternative quickly grabbed Kay's shoulder and turned her around. "Looks like Backup has finally made a friend." He laughed. Kay smirked.
"Or that girl sat on his swing and is now in trouble!" The girl guessed, positioning the ball over her feet, aiming to kick it at the two. "Oi, do ya think I'd be able to hit her in the head?" She asked with a giggle.
"You could try, but it's a damn fair distance!" A replied with a grin.
Kay took a few steps back, before running ahead. She dropped the ball and her leg shot out, hitting the football perfectly at the point. They watched as the ball flew in their direction.
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As Hood and Backup argued over the swing, a large, red, oval shaped ball flew at her. Hood quickly shot her arms up to protect her head, lucky she did otherwise she may have suffered a broken nose. The ball hit her forearms, leaving a large purple bruise.
"Kekekeke... Take that as an omen to stay away from my swing." The teen spat. His laugh honestly made it sound as if he were choking on his own tonsils. The girl shot him a dirty look and picked up the ball by her boots. She automatically looked at A and K.
Alternative and Kay were standing around, watching them like idiots. Hood was glaring at the two. She could have had the upper hand in the argument if those two others hadn't kicked the ball at her.
Woo! First chapter! :D Now, I think this story was just an experiment. The purpose for writing this was just to see if anybody would take an interest. Now, I want to know if you liked it!
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