I glanced at my surroundings where was I, and why was I tied to a chair?
"Ahhh, L, so you're awake."
"B is that you?"
"Maybe it is and maybe it isn't, what's it to you." He taunted, yes definitely B, I'd know that voice anywhere I've heard it many times in my dreams, well... when I do sleep, I dream, but this is not the time or the place to discuss such matters.
"Why B, why have you kidnapped me." I asked honestly confused.
"Well your hardly a kid." He tauntingly whispered in my ear.
"I'm 19, technically I'm still a kid."
"Oh, contraire mesonmi." His velvety voice cooed beside me, I shivered at the soft barely noticeable touch of his lips, he laughed.
"You still haven't answered me, why?" I said trying to get back on subject.
"Kayahahahahaha! You'll see why, all in due time." He ran the knife he held against my throat, I gulped and shivered.
"So your gonna kill me?" I said meekly.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, I would never kill you, quite the opposite..." he ran his cool fingers down my jaw line, and lifted my chin with one long, bony finger. The knife still pressed against my jugular vein. He leaned forward.
"Your mine now..." he purred gently in my ear. I gulped again, and the slight movement of my throat nearly caused the knife to puncture my skin. I could feel his warm breath on my ear. He walked in front of me, hunched over, his red eyes seemed to glow in the faint light. I shivered, and the knife sliced a hair-thin line across my throat. I gasped at the sudden pain. B continued his slow, steady walk around me. He stopped beside me and bent down close, examining the wound. He continued to hold my chin up with his finger. Then, before I could protest, he leaned in and licked up the blood running down my neck. I shuddered inwardly at the wet caress of his tongue, afraid that at any motion he would kill me. I jumped slightly as he reached my lower jaw, I felt him smile. His tongue traced my lower jaw, he worked his way to my lips, hesitating on the edge. His breath was a mist like flavor of blood and strawberries, it was an enticingly seductive scent. I breathed out, our scents mingled. He seductively traced his tongue around my lips, toying with me. My heart pounded hard with each sprinting beat, my palms sweated nervously. This is the moment I had dreamed of for many a year, before I could catch my breath he thrust his tongue inside my mouth. I tensed at first, not expecting the sudden move, but then I relaxed and caressed his tongue with mine. B dropped the knife with a clatter, and slid the now knife-free hand through my hair. With the other hand, he held my cheek, keeping us locked together in the suspended moment. It seemed so fast, but finally our lips parted and he slowly reeled his tongue out of my mouth, a fine line of saliva connected us. He looked deep in my eyes.
"Promise me you won't run away." His velvety voice purred lovingly in my ear.
"I promise, I wont run, even if I could I wouldn't."
"good." He whispered, he reached for his knife, cutting the ropes that held me hostage, he clapped, and a soft seductive light flooded the surprisingly large closet, but that didn't matter right now, all that mattered was that my dream was coming true, I reached my hand to his face and caressed it with the back of my hand. The other entwined it's self in his hair.
Just then, Mello burst in, then faltered.
"Um... B? L?" he looked between us, "B... why is L bleeding... and why are you on his lap." I heard a chorus of voices from the hall.
"L's bleeding!" a few children crowded behind Mello in the hall. Mello was backing slowly out of the room when Watori walked up.
"B... you've got some ′splainin to do!"