ELLO! it has been so long since ive put up anything ( shows how much i care xD jkjk. i love all you guys) so yea. in the end of best friends i DID say that i was going to be writing a BB story, AND i did. i hope that atleast ONE person likes it. REMEMbER! i you love me back, or notice something i missed, don't hesitate to review ;D
It all started with a sugar cube. One little, itty bitty sugar cube, that started a whole new life for the both of them. Neither of them had expected so much of such an insignificant, unnoticeable object…and yet, neither of them would've been remotely the same.
His small hands glided over the broken, under cared for table that lay in the center of the small alley and grazed the smooth finish with his fingertips. On the sides, pieces of wood splintered out and dirt collected, but in the small patch, barely to where the boy could reach ,it was clean as glass. The young boy let his thoughts wonder and trail off in many directions as his nails still danced along the tables ridges. It had been discarded, and pushed harshly from the memory of its owner, much as the child was himself. And for that unknown reason, he could not bring himself to stop touching it, as if it was the only thing he had other then the few cents he had in his pocket that only consisted of a quarter, three nickels, and his own, bright and shiny lucky penny.
'how come someone would leave this out here…it's so soft' The child thought, as he continued to touch it. His next train of thought was less meaningful, but still followed. " Well I kinda' wish that I could take you with me mister table.. But if I don't get to the soup kitchen in time I'm gonna' be REAL hungry tonight. Ill be back and share some with you" the child said with a smile plastered on his small, Too thin face. His eyes were dark, and every so often, they would flash a strange crimson color. It seemed that it was whenever he saw himself, he had nightmares about the red-eyed demon staring back at him. When it was no demon at all. Its was just a small, skimpy boy, named B.
B walked, his little white arms swinging, with an unusual spring in his step. He was happy. He had found something. Something not completely rotten and ugly, and more especially not useless. His dark hair bounced along as he did, and he could feel this wind blow through it. And for the first time in many weeks, Young Beyond Birthday was happy.
The soup kitchen was about a ten minute walk away from the small alleyway that B normally stayed in. Misty clouds filled the sky as the sun began to set. Seeing the sky turn its redish purple color Beyond helplessly became frazzle. What if there was no more food left? I haven't eaten in like 3 days.. My tummy sure is empty. And what about my table? I promised him id bring home something to eat.
-B-
As I turned the street corner, he spotted the soup kitchen, and only three people in front of it. One was a man, large, with silver red hair and a distressed look on his aged face. Above his head floated the words 'Quillish Wammy' and he wore an old style dress shirt and pants. Overall he looked like quite a wealthy man, but not at all concerned about the small child coming his way.
The next person was another boy, looking 6 or 7, so only a year or two older then beyond himself, with raven black hair and grey, blank eyes. From the way he just stared off into space, it seemed that he was paying no attention to anything in the world, but looking past it all into a deeper perspective. It sort of gave me the creeps. When the person spotted me, his eyes snapped back to reality, as if he had just gotten smacked hard in the face by the sight of me turning the corner. The name that floated above his head? 'L Lawliet'
The third was a young girl, with bright blond hair and a solemn face, her eyes looking at her feet as she stood at the door of the soup kitchen. Just as she looked up, the old man turned his face down, and smiled at her, which she refused to return. Very quietly, his smile faded and he handed her a bag full of something. She looked into the bag, her face calmed, then she, without saying another word, walked away from them, back into my direction.
She looked relieved, and possibly annoyed. But when she saw me, her expression softened and became only interest, then faint confusion.
"B?"
I blinked my eyes, staring at her name, I knew it. I wasn't sure how, but I knew it. Like, a dream.
"Where's Chalis?"
Chalis? That was my sister.. Or what used to be my sister… until our mother had one on her last rampage.
-three months earlier-
"Beyond? Are you in there?"
"mehhh.."
"Beyond… comeon. Moms not here anymore. She just left. I promise."
I peaked my head out from inside the closet, and saw Chalis sitting there, tear stains on her face, and a small patch of blood from her lower lip. Mom was always so mean to her, I just didn't GET it.. A chair had been upturned, and a box of cereal thrown, so that it had gone everywhere, but the most noticeable was a blood stain running from the left side of the room, all the way to the closet… or to be exact, right where Chalis' back was against the wall.
" just.. don't worry beyond. She wont be back for a few hours. You gotta' get outta' here before she comes back. I don't want you to get hurt too. " she leaned forward, so I could just see the gash across the back of her neck, where blood was flowing fast. My eyes stung.
"no.. Chalis…Nuh uh sis. Dun' leave me. Please. I don't wanna' be alone…." the tears came freely as I watched my sister grip my shoulder weekly. She was my twin.. But she had always taken care of me through everything.
" Beyond. Go… now. Ro we'll both end up dead instead of just me.!" and for the first time in my life, I was afraid because I had absolutely no place to go.. Nobody to run to.
So I stayed there, and waited until the last light left Chalis' eyes before I ran from the old, run down apartment, and never went back.
-present-
" Chalis isn't here anymore, Kitty."
"oh" she looked upset, like she was about to cry. Not that I blamed her. I felt the same way. Chalis had always been like a mother to me, and also to Kitty, who had been out on her own as soon as she could walk. It wasn't long before Kitty stood right in front of me, still having a grim look on her face, I came up with the only thing I could think of to stop the unbearable silence that had came over us.
"so…whats in the bag?"
" oh… those rich people gave me some food untill I had made up my mind to go with them or not."
" whats in there?"
Kitty looked down into the bag again, and pulled out three cans of premade soup, two bottles of tea and a small bag of sugar cubes. "this stuff," her straggly, nearly lavender colored eyes flickered up to meet my, hopefully not possessed, eyes." are you hungry Beyond?"
The sound of my full name hit like a dagger into my chest. I couldn't breathe, and it was hard to even stand as I was. Chalis had been the only person that had ever actually called me that. All the people I met, I told them to just call me B. even my mother, when she would come home all messed up, would only call me 'It' and 'you little bastard'… but all of those nasty names hurt much less then the stinging memory of my sister and her dying words in my head.
A choked sob escaped my mouth, which stung from seemingly every breath that I had taken in the last days. It felt like my lungs were on fire with the past, and the frozen whirlwinds of the future tugged at my sanity, causing all the pain in the contrast inside my severed heart. Kitty set her head on my shoulder and made a small crooning noise, reminding me of the songs that used to be sung to me as a tiny child. Even smaller then I was now.
"comeon Beyond… let's just eat. you'll feel better when your tummy 'aint so rumbly. "
"oh-" I gasped "kay."
I felt a small hand cover mine and intertwine with my fingers. Kitty led me back down the street we were on, and as soon as I could realize where we were I took charge and led her back to where my table was. The one with the soft top. The abandoned thing that was the closest thing to perfection that I had ever seen.
"one for you…one for me…one for you….one for me…." I stuttered as I counted out even number of the sugar cubes to put into our tea. We were getting down to the bottom of the bag, and we each had about 5 in our little piles. Once I had counted out 7 for each of us, I absent mindedly put the one left over into the middle of the table.
" there's not a right number…"
Kitty just looked at the cube., then up at me, switching her view every few seconds." Beyond, you know' theres probably a lot more of these cubey-thingys at the orphanage that the guy was talking to me about… and we would have a place to live…."
" I dunno" I grazed my fingers along the top of the table, around the lone sugar cube.
Kitty waited patiently
I sighed " are you sure that they will have more?"
" yea"
" well… ok… lets get going…."
WELL! how did you like it? alot, i hope, but if you dont i wont be (too) sad :] the next chaper wil be up ReALLY soon i promise. im also working on another mattXmello and it will be my first lemon. wish me luck ;D byE loVliEs :)