Howdy, this story probably won't end up as good as I imagined it but I thought I might as well give it a whirl anyway :D

So please review and let me know what you think of it and I will get it updated as soon as possible, I promise.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Death Note (and it is probably a good thing that I don't because I would do terribly naughty things to them if I did). However, the OC is entirely my creation. Enjoy!

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"What's your name?" A smiling blonde boy approached the new girl who stood awkwardly in the doorway. A small group of curious children gathered behind him, eyes roaming the newly orphaned girl with the bright white hair.

"Erm... Well they told me to change it." She replied nervously, clutching the handles of her suitcase tightly with small pale fingers.

"Yeah, everyone has different names here, for security. What name did they give you?" The boy gave another grin in a way that he assumed was friendly, but the girl didn't smile back, instead staring at the floor where her feet shuffled nervously.

"They called me Rasa." She glanced up at the group of children from behind long curly strands of white hair, pale blue eyes not quite meeting their own. "They took it from 'Tabula Rasa'." She told them and a slight air of confusion settled on the children's faces.

"Taboo-what?" A small brown haired girl inquired but before Rasa could reply, a voice cut through the air, low and slightly disinterested.

"'Tabula Rasa' means 'blank slate', referring to the idea that we come into this world as blank slates, and then develop the type of person we are through our experiences."

The group of children split down the middle as they turned to the source of the voice. Rasa looked up at the strange boy sat in the corner of the room. No, not sat, he was crouched in the corner of the room, his bare feet balancing him as he glanced up from the book he was reading. Dark, black holes of eyes stared up at her, almost hidden under the wild mop of spiky black hair that sprung from his head.

"That's right," She said quietly, not letting her eyes drift from him, "Blank slate."

He brought a thumb to his pale lips before slowly biting down on it in thought. Rasa noticed the black bags forming underneath his eyes due to lack of sleep, giving him a slightly sickly look against the extreme paleness of his skin.

"They most likely chose the name based off your hair colour, it's a very blank colour." He said and then his attention was directed back to his book. As if by magic, at that moment the gap in the group of children was closed up again, eager faces closer to the new girl than they had been before. She blushed under their gaze, her grip tightening so that her knuckles turned as white as her hair.

"Don't worry about him; he's not quite all there if you get what I mean..." The blonde boy was saying, twirling a finger by his head as a symbol for crazy. A few giggles broke out in the group at this but Rasa kept her face deadpan. "He'll leave you alone if you do the same to him." The boy said smugly before staring at her with wide green eyes. "And I think your hair is a lovely colour by the way."

She attempted a smile of thanks, fingers self consciously reaching for a long strand of her curling cloud hair. Suddenly, an old, slightly flustered looking man appeared in the doorway.

"Rasa, would you like to come this way, I'll show you to your room now." He said and Rasa gave a quick shy nod. Turning to leave, she couldn't help but look back past the other children to that one lonely boy, sat reading quietly in the corner. She smiled slightly to herself, hoping he would talk to her again soon, before following the old man out of the door.

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