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How to B WhoLe
Chapter One:
Issues
The steel door of the cold prison's max security outfit closed behind L. His ears heard the bolt slide home, the idea sending a brief shiver down his spine.
L knew that BB slept most of the morning. He glanced down the dreary hallway. From his location he could not see any part of the interior that was BB's cell, but he could tell from the shadows along the opposite wall that the lights within were slightly dimmed.
L wanted to see BB asleep. He wanted time to brace himself. If he felt BB's madness in his head, he had to contain it quickly, lest it spill over, only complicating matters.
"Sir? This way", the burly prison guard grunted. L nodded, noting as he followed his rotund companion that the man obviously did not use much of his brainpower, if indeed the man had any. There was no way BB could sleep through the mere cacophony of the fat man's movements. "I thank you for your time, sergeant," L began, knowing full well that the officer was only a private. "But I shall escort myself the rest of the way, if you don't mind."
"Oh gosh, I'm only a private, but thank you!" the burly man beamed. "If you insist, detective. That guy gives me the willies! I'll wait over here," the man shuddered, handing L the keys. L considered that a moment. "I should like a cup of tea, would you mind getting me some for later? I won't need it for at least an hour or so," L went on, his hands in his pockets while he faced away from the guard and towards his destination. "But detective I…" the guard sputtered but was tongue tied when L looked over his shoulder and simply stared at him. "Yes sir…take your time…" the guard stuttered before retreating towards the metal door as fast as his plump legs would allow him to.
L put the guard out of his mind; his tactic of non-movement seemed to bring up the fact that BB looked just like him in the guard's subconscious; the guard himself would not truly know why he fled.
He paused partway down the corridor. Steel bars superimposed the entire length of the cell's front. Through them, L could see assorted pieces of furniture, each and every one of them bolted to the cold concrete floor. He silently shuffled up to the bars, put his hands on them, let them slide slowly down, and then took his hands away.
Serial killer Beyond Birthday lay on his bed asleep, his head propped on a pillow against the concrete wall. A copy of Dante's Inferno was open upon his chest.
L had stared through the bars for about three seconds when BB opened his eyes and said "That's the same repulsive pastry you ate right before I first met you."
"Watari keeps making carrot cake. He makes it a lot around Christmas time, not that I care for carrots nor Christian sentiments."
"Ah yes, Christmas" BB mused. "Did you get my gift, despite your reservations?"
"I received it. Thank you."
BB's Christmas present had been two handprints in strawberry jam on a piece of shikishi. L sent it to a lab to be analyzed, had the prints put on file, and then locked the gift away in a vault that only L knew existed.
BB rose and walked over to his table. His build was medium and lithe. He happened to be a very neat and organized individual. "Why don't you have a seat, L? I believe there are some collapsing chairs down that hallway. It sounds like that's shere they are stored, at least.
"Thank you, but I'd rather stand at the moment." BB's dark dark brown eyes lingered on L. While in actuality BB's eyes are a dark brown, they appear to be black, just like L's. The only difference was that at just the right angle, those eyes reflected light in tiny scarlet points, making them appear a vibrant red if only for a moment.
BB stood until L took a deep breath and entered his cell. "And how is miss Naomi Misora?" BB asked.
"Well enough, I suppose." Naomi Misora left the FBI shortly after she had arrested BB. L did not mention this. He didn't want BB to send her gifts that would undoubtedly go unappreciated.
"Hard luck that her emotional issues barred her from moving forward. Such a pity. I found her to be a very promising investigator. Do you ever have any issues, L?"
"Just one."
"Of course, just the one."
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