The Gamers (MattXOC Death Note Fanfic)

To Somewhere

"Well then," I thought to myself, "let's try and survive the first day, shall we?"

I stood outside looking up at the tall building. It looked much too grand to be an orphanage just for gifted and talented children. Along by my side was a small suitcase containing my very limited amount of belongings, but it still had plenty of room to spare.

I'd been left by my parents after they'd simply had enough of me for a reason I still do not know of. Being only 8 years old they sent me to the nearest home with a warning that I was to leave just after Christmas. Probably the 1st or 2nd of January. There at my new home I were bullied and was found in the kitchen at night about to stab myself in the stomach... Many times. The children at the home all picked on me even if they were only half my size, criticising what they claimed was my outer nerd, but what they meant was my apparent abnormal talent with everything in class. This was continuous for 5 years.

The day before I was going to leave to a new orphanage for others like me (children needing help that is), an old man with white hair, a thick white moustache and a suit complimented by a walking stick arrived claiming that he had the right of the government to take a certain child to his own orphanage about 2 hours south of my current one. As he walked out of the car I automatically suspected him, I had a feeling that there was something going on about me. After he had a long conversation with the homeowner at the doorstep, he left and got into his car and didn't go anywhere as if waiting for someone. I watched the whole scene through my open window and soon after I heard knocking on my bedroom door.

"Yuri," the homeowner said, "please pack all your belongings but only take what is necessary. The man downstairs is waiting for you, be ready in ten minutes. Use this suitcase he has provided you with and go straight to his car outside."

"Where am I going?" I asked.

"I don't know but from the sounds of things I don't expect you will be coming back," he answered harshly and left the room.

Packing my belongings seemed like the only sensible thing to do. No point in fighting back against it. I began thinking of what to bring with me when...

"Oh, and Yuri," he came back in and popped his head round the door, "You need to pack only one outfit. The old man claimed that they would recopy the clothes so that would be your signature clothing style or something," he rolled his eyes and waited for a nod from me to show I understood.

"Can't I just wear it and save space inside the suitcase?" I asked.

"Or that, yeah..." He stormed off and I started to pick through my wardrobe.

"Barely have any clothes anyway, all pretty much the same," I said to myself. From there I chose my baggiest navy blue hoody, a carefully selected pair of odd socks, some slightly baggy jeans (but not very), a black, long-sleeved, plain top, and my ankle high, black converse that I got for my birthday a while back. "Right, necessary belongings..." I trailed off and began a search through my draws. On my very last Christmas at home, my best friend, Shannon, bought me a little Nintendo DS with a couple of games as a leaving gift. The nearest home was actually 2 hours or so away from my house so we both expected to never see each other again. I have treasured this gift for years now and it doesn't look a day old. Since then I have been addicted to playing games and watching YouTube videos. Last Christmas I got my own laptop and haven't left my bedroom since so I lived a solemn year, and I believed it to be the best year I had at the orphanage... Considering you I attempted suicide 14 times that year. Packing the laptop, some drawing equipment (as I loved the art of manga drawings ) and games into my suitcase I found no need for anything else. It was not only the homeowner that thought that I wouldn't be returning. I gave one last glance at the I room lived in for 3 years (as I kept changing orphanages). It still looked the same as when I first joined.