Welcome to my first Death Note fanfic in a while! ^.^Of course, it's going to be about the epic Beyond Birthday. =3 Obviously, I own nothing. So, let's get started, shall we?
Summary: B wasn't always crazy. For a time, he was just an orphan at Whammy's House and had only one friend, a brown haired green-eyed girl named Avril, who didn't think he was weird for staring weirdly above people's heads, having an odd obsession with strawberry jam, for just being his weird self. But over time, B slowly began to snap, and poor Avril is just along for the ride.
Chapter 1: Enter Avril
It had been a beautiful morning at Whammy's House, the few children that inhabited the orphanage chatting quietly amongst themselves at breakfast. Beyond Birthday was sitting at the table furthest from the other children, poking his peaches and cream oatmeal with his spoon and brooding silently to himself. He didn't notice Watari opening the doors to the cafeteria, or the sudden curious silence that befell the other children. He didn't see every pair of eyes turning to look at the small girl at Watari's side, and he didn't hear her nervous squeak as she ducked behind the old man or his chuckle of quiet amusement. It was when Watari spoke that he stopped poking his breakfast and paid attention.
"Everyone, I would like to introduce our newest member of Whammy's House." B turned around quickly to see the new person. Before Watari spoke again, he already knew her name and how long she would be alive; her name was Avril Ichigo, a half-French, half-Japanese name, and she seemed to have a decent lifespan. She had shoulder length chestnut brown hair and vivid emerald green eyes that stood out against her warm peach complexion. She was wearing a cotton white sundress with a little red ribbon in her hair holding a small section of the brown strands back and away from her face. She looked terrified of the faces that were looking at her, but he really had no idea just how frightened she was.
"This is Avril. Her parents were in an unfortunate car accident just a week ago, and she's incredibly gifted, as are all of you. Please do your best to make her feel welcome here." He leaned down and lowered his voice to murmur to Avril. B didn't pick up any of their conversation, but the girl nodded fridgidly and began inching toward the cafeteria staff, who smiled warmly at her and began preparing her the breakfast of the day; oatmeal and a piece of buttered toast with blackberry jam, a glass of juice and a warm, fresh muffin and fruit of her choice. She silently pointed at the muffin and fruit she wanted, a blueberry muffin and a shiny red apple, grabbed her tray and turned around to find a place to sit.
Several children smiled warmly at her and made to scoot over for her to sit with them, but she nearly ran to an empty table and sat as close to the wall as she could, avoiding all eye contact. The children raised their eyebrows and shrugged and went back to their breakfast as if nothing had happened, but B sat and watched her curiously.
Most children were quite grateful to come to the orphanage and have other children move over for them to sit down; it was human nature to want to feel accepted into society and make friends, especially during times of great stress. Avril obviously wanted none of that, and this intrigued B. She was different; that much he knew. He smiled to himself and returned to his own meal, several thoughts running through his head.
One of them was he intended to make friends with her, whether she liked it or not.
Well, yes, this was short, but I'm trying something different. If I make the chapters shorter, I might actually be inspired to keep writing and actually finish. I hate that I can't ever finish anything before I get writer's block again and just delete the story all together. I really need to quit doing that. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed, and keep a look out for chapter two!
Chapter 2 Preview: "What do you want?" She asked harshly, clutching her sketchbook close to her chest and backing against the wall. B shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged.
"You look like you need a friend." Avril eyed him up and down with a raised eyebrow.
"And what about you?" She demanded. B's thoughts froze in place. What about him? "Don't look so shocked; I see that you sit alone every day, and that no one wants to be around you. So, answer me this, B; do you want to be my friend because you really want to get to know me, or are you just tired of being alone?"