Living With The 2p!F.A.C.E

Chapter One

I am a 12 years old girl who has the height of a 8 year old 'human'. It kinda sucks but you just gotta deal with it, you know.

Anyway, I am an orphan that is in an orphanage. Nothing extraordinary, right? No, it was odd. The kids in the orphanage didn't care about my existence or simply scared of my existence. They said that I have the hair of a devil. A demon child. A monstrous creature that could eat them alive by just looking at them.

Oh how dead wrong were they. I'm actually a calm girl that eat sugar almost 23 hours a day, uses internet meme as a joke, makes puns 24/7 and that one sad weeb who watches Japanese cartoon. Well, I didn't really classify myself as "otaku" or whatever that stupid excuse of a term called. Yes, I watches anime but not always. But moving on...

When I'm at the orphanage, I was only watching them doing stuff while I was starving to death. Well, not really because I have that one disease or something that caused me not to be hungry like 4 days. I don't know but yeah. I don't eat much because I am a sugar princess. Bow to me, baby!

But today is not the usual daily routine.

I was just sitting on a chair while looking at the kids at what they're doing. Normal? Yes. But then there is this one- no two guys, one had a strawberry pink hair with cool eyebrows, blue bow-tie, pink suit or whatever is it called and bright blue eyes.

While the other one had red eyes just like me with the right shades of it, dark brown hair that has is actually coloured or so I say so, dark red with a hint of brown, cool shades up his head and dark skin toned that is actually not really dark.

Both appearance is interesting and odd. They're cute too. Ha, that's a first. Not.

Anyway, so they were try to look for some kids and they finally ended up with me. Then they put up a conversation with me.

"Hello there, poppet! What is your name, sweetie!" The freckled one asked for my name. I just looked at him in the eyes and says;

"Azria Mercy Suicide, sir." I replied bluntly but politely. The one with the red eyes scoffed at rolled his eyes while mumbling something like 'same brat, same routine'. The freckled guy just ignored his friend and smiled at me happily.

"Why are you here, Azria?" He asked with a closed eyes and a big smile. He seems pretty sadistic by asking that particular question because the kids have to tell the reasons they come here and by that meaning that they had to tell they parents are dead or leave them here.

"I murdered my parent and these people took me away." I bluntly said which made both of the guys look shocked. The red eyes began to smirked and mumbled once again 'maybe not so same after all' while the freckled one just eyed at me with shocked. But something in his eyes doesn't have sympathy or fear. It was something like 'We've found it!'.

"Tell me, kid. What did your parent did to you?" The red eyes man asked to me with his smirk wiped out from his face.

"They tried to burn me alive and said that my existence didn't matter to the world as they drowned me in gasoline." As I said that, my face didn't change one bit. I am used to telling these stuff and it really did not effect me in every way.

"And how did you escape?" He eyed me with those red eyes, suspiciously.

"I'm immune to everything. The burn didn't effect me and I manages to burned them instead of me and set the house on fire so no one know who really did it."

"Damn, this kid is good." He commented.

"Wait, why are you still here and why are you telling is this to us?" The freckled guy spoke again.