A/N: Hey! Sorry about nothing for ages - and I know I deleted the other fic for Death Note. But it was seriously crap! This is just a quick oneshot I wrote because I thought B needed a friend - and that friend turned out to be an OC. Oops.
A girl was leaning against a wall, with a rucksack at her feet. She looked as if she'd just gotten out of a shower completely fully clothed, but then again, it was England. Nothing new.
She looked at the other kids, most of which happened to be staring at her as they walked past, as if having someone new in the orphanage was extremely rare. Maybe it was her hair, she thought. It was bright blue, after all.
A boy had been staring at her from across the hall for quite some time, with his thumb resting on his lower lip. His crimson eyes scanned her, absorbing every detail, when he heard her speak up.
"Can I help you?" She snapped, although she sounded almost bored.
"You're new," He stated, without much emotion in his voice.
"Can I help you?" She repeated, running a hand through her hair, "Or are you just here to stare at me like a complete nutjob?"
She bit at her thumbnail, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up on end.
"You're creeping me out, here," She said.
"Nice to meet you, Faith Noble," He smirked, dropping his thumb to reach into his pocket, "I'm B,"
"Who told you my name?" Faith asked, recoiling a bit at the mention of her surname; her father's name.
"It's above your head," B grinned, pointing to word only he could see, as if he were expecting her to see them as well.
"You're delusional," Faith muttered, stepping backwards slightly.
"Aren't we all?" B said, taking a jar of strawberry jam out of his pocket, "Mm, want?"
"I-uh," Faith stuttered, looking over her shoulder.
"There's nothing wrong with it," B said, sticking his finger into the jar and scooping up some of the jam, and licking it off, "See?"
Faith hesitated, before asking, "What flavour is it?"
"Strawberry," B replied, pointing to the label, "The only flavour worth eating,"
"I feel personally offended by that statement," Faith chuckled nervously, stepping forward towards B, "Raspberry is good too. But any other flavour can go to hell,"
B grinned at her again, his eyes shining, "I agree completely,".
Faith hadn't realised that her shoulders had been tensing up. She started to relax a little, her breathing becoming less shallow, and she did something she didn't think she'd do on her first day. She thought that she made a friend.
"Do you wear contacts?" She asked him.
"Nope. Freaky, eh? I'm the spawn of Satan," B teased, using one of the insults that was usually thrown at him.
"What does that make me?" She said, "Friend of the devil spawn?"
"We're friends?" B muttered, tilting his head as if he'd never heard the word before.
"If you want," Faith smiled, dipping her finger in his jam, and tasting it, "This jam's good,"
"Friend," B grinned at Faith, and for once in his life, she grinned back at him, looking almost as insane.