The three kids looked up to Quinn, a little puzzled, before she finally fell to the ground. The blond-haired one in black held his chocolate as a pointer. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The girl's eyes widened when realizing that the one that spoke was indeed a boy, contrary to her prior beliefs.

She scrambled to her feet and brushed off her uniform. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm a new student here and needed to be in the air to think."

The pajama-clad boy twirled a finger through his white mane. He stated monotonously, "Welcome. May you prosper here."

The Nintendo-addict, to the astonishment of the other two, put away his video game. "Nice to meet you! I'm Matt! The albino's name is Near, and this is Mello." He pointed to Mello, and the guy snapped off a piece of chocolate in his mouth. He seemed to really like chocolate.

"Well, it's nice to meet you too!" Quinn waved at them. "My name's Qu…Quyen." To be honest, she only remembered that name because it sounded exactly like queen.

"Queen, huh?" Matt tested the name. "Cool."

Mello sauntered over to her. "Yeah, well you still had no reason to be on the ceiling! And what's with that outfit?" His hand, and chocolate by chance, lowered to exhibit her sparkly pink leotard. "What are you, a circus performer?"

Quyen nodded. "Well actually, I am."

Mello looked like he saw a ghost. Matt chuckled, not at all trying to be discreet. "Heheh, awkwaaaard."

Quyen blushed and, not knowing what to say, continued. "I'm sorry if I startled you guys, but I'm a genius like you all and I can only think good if I'm in the air somehow. Think it came with being an acrobat."

Near said, "Well."

She shot him a questioning glance.

"You said 'think good'. It's 'well'."

"Oh, sorry …" she murmured shyly.

Near responded, "Think nothing of it. You claim your intelligence is only enhanced when in high altitudes, therefore being ground-level you would only be at average intelligence at best. Thus, I would not expect you to have proper grammar in your current state."

Quyen made a decision at that moment: she did not like Near.

Mello gripped Near's hair and used it to toss him backwards. "Quit being such a tweeb, will ya?" His expression softened when he looked over to her. "Listen, sorry I got so rough. Being in the circus is pretty cool. If you ever wanna hang out, it's fine with me." Mello turned back to Matt, who was gleefully observing the scene, and pulled his arm to lead him to a different room. Being that this meant being in a room alone with Near, Quyen left quietly and wandered more around the orphanage.

She no longer felt the need to think or clear her head, so the girl walked aimlessly before she bumped into another man in the hallway. Like Wateri, his head was completely white and he wore glasses. Unlike him, however, was an aura of bitterness, nearing evil. He spit, "You're the new arrival, right? Your room is right down the hall from here. It's labeled 202."

She stammered back. "W-who are you?"

       He sighed and continued. "I am Roger Ruvie, the head of the house while Wateri is away."

       "Where'd he go?" she questioned right away. Knowing him for only so long, Quyen couldn't say that she was particularly attached to him, but with him came a sense of security and kindness, something that she desperately needed at this time and something that Roger certainly was not emanating.

       If the man's eye could shoot a laser beam, they would. "Wateri has left to pick up L and bring him here. He has decided to announce the beginning of his involvement in a rather difficult case and the other children tend to be overjoyed when L makes his visits between cases."

       Quyen shook her head, overloaded with questions. "Wait, L? Cases? Who's this L?"

       Roger looked to her, as if testing to see if this was some kind of joke. "Weren't you informed of him when you were transferred here?"

       She shook her head.

       He rolled his eyes. "L is an entity. He is known as the World's Greatest Detective, but no one knows what he looks like. Typically, he communicates to the children through his computer. All of these children here are gathered to be the next L, the next greatest detective. It is the title everyone here aspires to achieve."

       Quyen began to protest in disbelief. "But, Mr. Wateri said that this place was made so we could grow up and be the best we can be!" The cliché escaped from her lips, and she realized it to be so, but that was the truth that he told her and she honestly believed it.

       Roger scratched his head. "Yeah, well I guess that's the purpose it serves for the ones that won't become L." He turned and left her, only waving absently as a form of goodbye. Quyen ran into her bedroom, which she found after getting turned around a couple times in the hallway, and jumped onto her bed. There was no use unpacking right then because there was nothing more than spare uniforms in her suitcase. That and normal clothes, but she never cared for them. Then, she just laid on her hard mattress and waited for the next day to come.

       A mysterious detective. An ulterior motive to her new home. People like Roger and Near. Wammy's House was proving to be too much for her. She told herself that if she wasn't such a freak then she'd be somewhat normal at the other orphanage, her circus background aside. If she had to be a genius, why not all the time? Why did it have to be only while she was in the air?

       Quyen tossed her pillow to the other side and changed positions. If L only communicated through the computer screen, then why did he have to come over at all? The idea gave her the creeps. This random person who probably does nothing but work on the worst crimes shows up at a building full of kids to have a "chat" with them. The whole thing reeked of pedophilia.  Disregarding Near, at least Mello was willing to be her friend. Kind of. And Matt, maybe – he didn't talk much.

       Mello was something else too. Quyen giggled a little, remembering how she first mistook him for a girl. Was it her fault? He had such pretty blond hair! Then again, he had the attitude to make up for it, and black certainly complimented him.

       She felt her face heating up and dug deep in between her pillow and the crack between the wall and the head of her bed. Why of all things did she have to start thinking about Mello when everyone else was so excited about L?