A/N: Heyyy. Since Seven Deadly Sins is on a bit of a mental blank hiatus, I present you with:

B's childhood. XD

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Love y'all. :D

Shiny

"Mister Quillish...?"

It was the voice of a persistent man, one who was absolutely determined to solve all the world's problems, and at the moment, Quillish Wammy, (alias Watari) strongly disliked him.

"Come in, Darrell," sighed the elder, pressing a button on his wall to allow the head of the Winchester social services to enter.

"I'm going to make this brief, and this is an outstanding case, since I have actually brought the child with me.."

Watari gave a long breath out, massaging his temples with two fingers on each side. What was it this time: a runaway, a mistaken identity, parental abuse? Darrell was famous for giving him children he couldn't keep because they always went into someone's custody eventually. Orphans were just not common anymore in this particular area, and in desperately trying to keep his job and admittedly small paycheck going, the social worker had begun to overcompensate- he had become mainly an annoyance to Watari throughout the past few years.

Watari, in addition to being well-dressed and elderly, was extremely wealthy and cared immensely for the well-being of children, so the philanthropist had spent quite a potion of his extensive riches constructing many orphanages around Europe, namely Wammy's House, an institution for gifted children. Owning so much child-sanctuary real estate naturally led to every social worker or concerned citizen in the country calling him with attention-starved, loving-family-deprived children that Watari was happy to take in and provide with the previously lacking food, shelter and a temporary home.

Thus, the current scenario.

"What happened?"

Watari eventually caved in, admittedly curious about why the child needed to be kept here even while Darrell consulted with him.

"I found this seven-year-old boy just roaming the streets. He told me there was a car crash. Mother dead. I checked up on her records for more info on the kid; found out that the dad's dead too, long gone, apparently. He was a "drunkard" and "nuisance" from the dozen or so arrest warrants that I read. Abusive to the wife. You know... the whole troubled home deal. No siblings, no living uncles or aunts on either side."

"Grandparents?" Watari steepled his fingers, leaning back in his chair.

"Died also...about six years back. Cancer and pneumonia, respectively."

"I see. A true orphan..."

Even for someone working overtime just to earn a living, Darrell seemed unusually on edge, his tired, world-weary eyes slightly dilated and his posture nervous and strained, an anxious hand running slowly over the stubble growing on his cheeks.

"Why did you bring him here right now? I don't even know if that's legal.." Watari couldn't keep a tone of quiet disapproval from his voice.

"He's... different." Darrell watched Watari's face tensely, searching for a reaction.

"Different how?"

"He wasn't in our database of consensus. He's not a legal citizen of Great Britain, or as a matter of fact he's not a legal citizen anywhere. By law, he technically doesn't exist."

"Okay..." Watari prompted, waiting for more.

"He wouldn't tell me his name, no matter what, but he knew mine, just looked at me and said it aloud easy as you please, like he was reading the paper. Kept talking about my 'numbers.' It took me three days to track him down and grab him, and he bites and uses his nails to scratch... Hard."

The haggard middle-aged man displayed a hand and wrist full of scratches and bitemarks, the look on his face identical to the expressive scowl of an old soldier showing off his battle wounds to his inexperienced comrades.

"He curls up in a ball all the time," Darrell continued in a peculiar, almost frightened tone, "screams about monsters. After watching over him for a few days, I came to the conclusion that he should be given an examination and the proper tender loving care he obviously needs."

"What kind of examination?" the older man asked warily.

"A mental one."

"Quillish Wammy."

The child standing before him had red eyes. Watari had always tried to avoid discrimination against the orphans based on their looks, but this was more than slightly intimidating.

"Hello there." Watari bowed his head slightly, ever the polite gentleman, even to a child of seven.

"Your name is Quillish Wammy and your numbers are 11504."

The boy peered up at him with those large eyes and reached into his ear-length messy black hair to scratch his head, which appeared to be mainly concealed by this terribly maintained wild thicket of follicles. Everything about him was angles and contrasts- his pitch-dark hair and stark white skin, his soft-seeming red lips and his sharp looking pale teeth, his pointy, long arms and legs.

"How do you know my name?" Watari asked the young man curiously, allowing himself one question.

"It's not for me to tell you," was the quick response.

"Can you please tell me your name? I need you to at least tell me that. Or else you can't take an I.Q. test and see if you can come to Wammy's House."

"My name," muttered the newcomer through a mouthful of spiky hair, "is Beyond. Beyond Birthday."

First chapters always suck, so at least I tried to get past what always sucks. XD Remember, if you wanna ask a question, feel free, again, to PM me. I'll be updating weekly on this unless something dreadfully important comes up (i.e. vacation, etc). So to recap... If you liked it, please leave a review, or even if you don't- hey, I'd love to hear what to improve.

Love again, Shiny the Repetitive. 3