Not Friends [Near x reader]

Part 1- Your arrival

Might be OOC and sorry for everything, just enjoy! But who actually read these A/Ns anyway? You can comment if you do

Roaming the English streets at midnight, starving to death and derived of 3 days of sleep isn't exactly how you would like to spend a vacation. But you were hopelessly lost, nowhere to go, and complete amnesia of your past.

Now that seems preposterous now, does it? No recollection of your family friends, or name. In fact, you forgot what nationality you really are. But for some reason you remember little stuff, like you used to live in Japan (or was it America?), went to England (or is this America?) for a vacation with your family (winter vacation) were hunted down by the f@!#$&g mafia threatening to kill you, you running (you weren't sure what happened to your parents) then crashed into something metal (a sign, maybe?) and passing out, waking up at the same spot, forgetting everything. Seems ridiculous, but scary once it becomes real, which in your predicament, have no reason to question what happened.

You tried to call the cops but they thought you were prank them from the ridiculous story and kicked you out. You had a dollar in your pocket, a (color) shirt, (color) pants, (color) shoes, and a (color) jacket. Also paranoid from stranger danger, you didn't sleep for 3 days straight, and constantly debating about whether or not to spend your dollar. It has significance to you, for your parents gave it to you before you were attacked.

Laying down beside a dumpster, you thought the end was near, slowly drifting your eyes to a never-ending sleep. You were always curious about what death feels like, and nows your chance to find out and put Christianity on the line.

However, you heard someone walk in front of you and you open your eyes to see an old man in a black suit and hat, observing you (you thought he was an old pervert).

Then he asks, "Would you like to come with me to a shelter?"

"Stranger danger. How do I know your not gonna rape me?" You replied, sort of sarcastically.

He chuckled. "In your situation there's really no choice. Either come with me or slowly die starving here."

You sigh. "How come you said shelter and not orphanage? Isn't that the place where I should go? I mean it's not a temporary thing like you implied, I actually need a home to live in for quite a while."

"The place where I'm taking you will be temporary, unless you pass the test to stay. It's a gifted orphanage."

You finally obliged after your stomach growled; your throat was itching of thirst too. He lead you to the place and through the gates of the huge building, called "Wammy's orphanage." You two went to a very homey office room (lol I bet some of you guys read that as horny) with a computer on the desk, and a man sitting in a chair.

"Roger, this dear girl is in dire need of some shelter, so she'll be staying here until we contact another orphanage."

The main sitting at the desk named Roger looked at him to me saying, "How are you so sure she's not gifted?"

"I've been running this orphanage for years, I can tell who's gifted and not, and no offense," he looks at you, "but you don't look so intelligent."

Offense taken, Wammy.

"Just let her take the test like everybody here does and let's see if she's gifted or not; I bet you a months supply of L's sweets out of my own pockets, Wammy, in return that I get a bonus in my pay if I win."

"I thought you hated children, Roger."

"Yeah but like the good old days where we used to gamble, I need a little excitement in this boring coop."

(A/N sorry if these characters seem OOC I need to rewatch Death Note.)

They made the bet, and handed you an array of tests which only took you 20 minutes to finish.

Despite your childish and carefree attitude you actually like puzzles and solving thing, along with math and the other main subjects, so you passed the test with flying colors. Wammy was amazed and Roger was grinning wide, happy to earn his bonus.

"I passed right?" You ask excitingly while Wammy's eyes were bulging out. In truth, you would've done a lot better but you were starving, tired, and thirsty.

Wammy's phone suddenly rang, and he snapped out of his daze and picked up.

"Yes?"

Mumble.

"Yes, apparently a girl named..." He turns to you. "What's your name again?"

You froze, then shrugged. "You can call me anything, I don't care."

"Her name is Anything, and she passed the test, so she's joining the orphanage... Yes Roger did make a bet with me... Yes I'll get your cake.... Ok..... Bye." And he hung up.

"Well, you have the opportunity to join Wammys orphanage, a prestigious school for the intelligent homeless youth like yourself."

"Well, are there any requirements for my stay here?" You ask. "Like I have I read 5 books a day or something?"

"No nothing like that, however you are being trained to be the next L, the world famous detective, just in case he dies." Wammy replies. Roger still sits in his chair, smirking about his bonus.

You ponder about this for a moment before declaring, "No. Sorry. I would like to walk my own path in life, and not be trained to walk a path already walked. I want to be my own self, not somebody else's, and make my own imprint on the Earth, not as L but as my own name. Sorry, but I'll have to decline your offer of staying here, though some free food and a plane ticket back to America would be appreciated." You say while making a peace sign.

Wammy sighed and Roger's grin got even bigger, one less addition and more money. At that moment, the computer on Roger's desk buzzed for a moment before an automated voice came on, "No Watari, let her stay. This girl is extremely unique with her own will and passions. Many would be sucked into the delights and offerings this place has to give but this girl would very much rather be homeless than have her future taken away. Let her stay and study here whenever she wants, she will be important to us when we need her." And with that, the speech ended.

Wammy (Watari) decided to let her stay in the orphanage and granted her access to the library, but not to any classes or training that the other students had, which meant she had to read all the books to learn calculus while the other students can be taught by professionals. Which was a bit unfair in your opinion, but at least you had some fresh clothes and a roof to sleep under.

You still kept your dollar dear  you as you drifted into slumber.