A/N: Sorry about how long the chapter is. It took me a while to figure out what I wanted to write, and BAM, this appeared. Warning: Very graphic violence up ahead involving child abuse. You've been warned. And thank you to all who review my story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or its characters. I only own Cyanide, Jasmine, Sasha, and the three boys. No flames, please. Constructive criticism is allowed, though.

The Blue Rose and Confession

When L had woken up the next morning, he realized he was in Jasmine's bed. Jasmine was still curled up close to him, but she was in a more relaxed position than she was when she went to sleep. He smiled as he watched her sleep peacefully.

His smile soon went away when he heard a stumbling noise at the door. L could see the outline of the figure, and he had a pretty good idea who it was. He got up slowly, carefully unwrapping Jasmine's arms from him so she wouldn't wake up.

When he got outside the door, he found out that his assumption was correct. It was B standing outside the door watching them, and he looked pissed.

"Why are you in there with her?" B asked crossly, as if he was jealous.

"What's it to you?" L snapped back. When he saw B getting to close to Jasmine last night, he knew exactly what B wanted, and was about to assault him for it.

"Why do you care so much?" L growled, "and I suggest you stay away from her if you know what's good for you."

"Why don't you make me. I wasn't planning on doing anything to her… last night. I'm just merely interested in her, that's all," B retorted, his dirty smile slowly appearing on his face.

'Interested, that's bull. I could smell that lie coming.' L thought to himself. "You know she's not yours and your not going to get her."

B looked furious for a second or two, then his smile appeared on his face again. "Well, we'll just see about that, L," B said as he turned around and walked away, sneering L's name as he went.

'"We'll see about that," huh. I better keep a close eye on him and Jasmine from now on,' L thought.

He quietly snuck back into Jasmine's room to check and see if she was still sleeping. He was surprised that she was, that she had not woken up to B and L's argument.

L sat back down on the edge of her bed, running his finger down the side of her face gently. He eyed the gauze patch on her shoulder and wondered what had happened to her to make her bleed so much.

He noticed that her shirt was starting to bunch up, so he attempted to pull it back down, until he noticed the holes on her back and stomach. There were four holes about the same distance from each other, and going in a horizontal line across her stomach. L thought he should ask her about that when she woke up; that is, if she was willing to talk again. He hoped it wasn't a one-time thing.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard her start moving. Jasmine let out a small moan as she opened her eyes. She looked around sleepily, and then she looked at L as she slowly sat up.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," L said. He hoped that she would say something back.

"H-Hi," Jasmine replied quietly. Her voice sounded as though she hadn't spoken for a while.

"Are you feeling better, Jasmine?" L asked.

"Yeah, I am."

"That's good. Jasmine, can you talk to me for a little while?" L asked questioningly. Jasmine looked confused for a second, then she said "yes."

"I saw that you have some holes on you that look a little scabbed over. Can you tell me what happened to cause this?"

Jasmine's eyes widened with fear, and then she quickly looked away. L could tell that this was something really personal, and regretted asking the question.

"It was something my dad did to me. It was my fault." She said, still not looking at him. L could plainly see that her eyes were glistening with tears.

"If you don't want to tell me, that's oka-"

"No, I want to tell you," she interrupted eagerly as she stared up at him. Tears had started to fall down her face. L knew this wasn't going to be easy for her.

"I'm just saying that if it's too painful to tell me, then you don't have to. I don't want you to be hurt, that's all." L simply told her. He couldn't stand to see her cry, not after what happened last night.

"I know. But I still want to tell you," she said.

"Okay," L said. He was worried about what he was going to find out.

"It was about three years ago," she started. Jasmine was starting to shake.

"My grandma and aunt from my mother's side had come to visit me and my dad. They were the only family I had left. Grandma asked me why I had bruises and scratches all over me. I told her that daddy was hurting me and she told him she was taking me away to live with her. He didn't like that very much.

So he struck her and said there wasn't anything she could do to help me. She went upstairs to go pack some of my stuff. He ran up the stairs after us and she locked the door on him. He demanded that she open the door, but she wouldn't listen. I looked out the window and saw him go into the shed and grab a pitchfork.

I heard him come back into the house and stomp up the stairs. My grandma told me to hide under the bed as he broke the lock on the door. I don't know what happened to her, but I ran when he wasn't looking. He also got my aunt, too. I hid in one of the cupboards, but he still found me. He dragged me out and raised the pitchfork above me."

Jasmine paused for a moment, and looked at L as if she didn't know if she wanted to finish or not. L knew what she was going to say next.

"He stabbed me with it and it went through me. He said that if I ever spoke again, it would be worse next time."

Jasmine had started crying again, and L just sat there. He was wondering why a father would ever do that to a child, especially his own daughter.

"Hey, it's okay. He's not going to hurt you anymore. Not when I'm here." L said as he playfully puffed out his chest, pretending he was buff in an attempt to make Jasmine laugh. She looked at him and giggled through her tears.

As she wiped away her tears, she asked, "L, can you take off this bandage now?"

"Sure," he replied as he moved over behind her. As he peeled away the gauze, he saw that some of the skin underneath was a sapphire blue. When the entire bandage was off, his jaw just hung there. Jasmine saw the look on his face and asked, "What is it?"

"There is an outline of a blue rose on your shoulder," he said. She got up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

"Hey, L, I have another question."

"What's that?"

"What's a demon?"

L was confused. Jasmine was only nine years old and she wanted to know that?

"Why do you ask?"

She looked at him and said, "Because that's what my daddy called me."

So what do you think so far? Why did her father call her a demon? What's with the strange blue marking? And if I keep doing this, I'm gonna get hit again. I want at least fifteen reviews before the eighth chapter. What are some good names for the three boys? (I'm good with girl names, but I suck at boys, so I need a little help from you guys.) Stay tuned for the next chapter.