A girl at about 13 years was sitting on her own outside the airport, playing a old Gameboy Advance. She unconciousley rubbed her eyes. The flight from Stockholm had taken a couple of hours and she was really tired. She paid no attention to the people passing by. Soon, the station was empty. Suddenly her head snapped up, green eyes wide in surprise. In front of her stood an elderly man. Whoa! Totally didn't hear him...
"Shall we go?" He simply said.
She stared at him for awhile before she paused her game and stood. Her baggage consisted of a backpack, nothing more. She followed her new mentor outside.
  It always seemed to rain in England. She hated it. She hated the feeling of being wet all over, and being unable to get it of. And it really messed up her hair...
She forced herself to stay two steps behind Mr. Wammy. Somehow, she just couldn't call him anything else. He just looked like the kind of person one would be right to show respect. She had to repress the urge to shake herself like a dog when they finally got inside again. She jumped a little when the clock in the hall gonged. It was really late and she was really glad to just get to her room. It was nice, kinda big and with a view of the garden. She didn't bother undressing, falling asleep before her head even hit the pillow.
  She awoke to shouts of glee. Confused, she sat up. Where was she? It took awhile for her to realise thet she wasn't at the old orphanage anymore. She was at Wammy's House for Gifted Youngsters! She giggled a little at her own silliness, before deciding that she was hungry, somethimg that her stomach loudly agreed with.
  At that moment she heard someone walking up to her door, knocking quietly. A timid voice called: "Umm, e-excuse me? Mr. Wammy w-want's to speak with you..."
She heard the person moving away swiftly. Tch, time to chat with the old man. She smirked slightly, knowing excactly what to expect. Booring... Same old, same old... That annoying voice in her head was scolding her, as usual.
  "Your name is Kayla Merakon, I understand," The old man did not sound too friendly, but not very unfriendly either.
"Yes, that's right," she answered "But I persume it won't be for long. Am I right?" Her grin was rather feral. He didn't look too happy at her ovious lack of respect.
"You are indeed correct," He stated, looking quite offended. Noo! Don't upset him, he might send us back! the voice screeched. It took control over her body for a few seconds as she faced the man again.
"My apologies," She said swiftly, head bowed. "I didn't mean to be rude."
He looked slightly taken aback by the sudden change of attitude, but quickly composed himself.
"Well then, shall we get done with the papers?" He shuffeled with some papers before handing them over to her. She quickly skimmed through them, only picking up the most important rules, restrictions and such. No fighting, eh? Well, that sucks... I've never been one for anything physical other than martial arts...
She almost snorted as she read one of the rules: You will never tell your name... Just as she guessed, then. It was like... being a secret agent! She held back a giggle since she didn't wan't to upset the old man again. She smiled slightly as she filled in her new name; Cat. They finished up quickly after that and she was free to leave. This first day, he explained, she was supposed to familliarise herself with the house and it's surroundings and maybe some of the other kids.
  The first place she decided to familiarise herself with was the kitchen. She made herself five or so cheese sandwitches with ham and tomato. Finding it distubingly quiet in the house, she decided to go back up to her room with her food and maybe try to beat Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories again... Her door was open. Cautiously, she sneaked to the door, peeking inside. She saw two persons, wispering quietly, one of them rummaging through her backpack, throwing things out on her bed.
"Matt, honestly, you are such a wimp."
"Come on, Mello! We really shouldn't be here..."
Deciding that she had heard enough she stepped inside and said: "I agree, now get out."
Startled the redhead whipped around, spotting her leaning calmly against the doorframe. He swore in some language she didn't recognise. The blond however simply looked her up and down before cracking a smile.
"Well, well, are we having a bad hair day?"
"Well, I guess redhead over there doesn't have to pay ya too much, eh? You look pretty cheap." She was pissed. She smirked in satisfaction at the look on Mello's face. The Voice was trying to tell her that this was a really bad idea, but right now, she couldn't care less. She was going to beat this blond and it was going to hurt. She needed this, needed to get rid of some of the frustration of not being able to have a healthy fight...
"Mello, calm-" The boy called Matt started, only to get cut of by said blond.
"Shuddup! You little bitch, learn your place!" High score!
"Hn, what was that?" My place? Man oh man, this guy's funny! "Hit a sore spot, did I?"
"I'm ranked second here, meaning I am a lot smarter than you, idiot!"
Idiot!? Without further ado she threw herself at the blond growling in rage. None of the fighters noticed Matt running to get an adult.
  "I did not want to see you here again so soon, Cat," Mr. Wammy said with a sigh. "That goes for you too, Mello. I am very dissapointed in both of you-"
She knew it was probably a very bad idea, but she cut him off: "He was in my room, going through my stuff. I just told him to stop, and he attacked me!"
"Liar! You attacked me, I just tried to get you off!" Mello shouted in rage.
"Quiet!" He had rosen from his seat behind his table. Oh shi-! He's pissed! Damnitdamnitdamnitdamnit..! "Mello, you know very well that you are not allowed to enter anyones room without permission. Cat, fighting is strictly forbidden. Both of you will suffer the consequences of your actions."
  Peeling. Potatoes. What the hell... This is just stupid... They stood beside eachother, peeling the damn vegetables. Cat would very much prefer using the knife on the boy beside her, destroy that pretty little face... She shook her head in a attempt to rid herself of her bloodthirsty thoughts. He glared at her, looking like he wanted to rip her hair off. Fortunatley for her, the grumpy kitchen lady was standing just a few metres away. Instead he chose to glare even more. Thus, the greatest prank war Wammy's House had ever experienced begun.