Disclaimer: The anime Death Note and it's characters do not belong to me; they belong to their rightful creators writer Tsugumi Ohba and manga artist Takeshi Obata. However; the OC in this FanFiction belongs to my cousin.
Warning: The 'p' word. ( Just for this one chapter. XP )
Chapter Eight: Ignoring the Trembling Child
Second day of exam week wasn't nearly as rough as the first day. The tension has livened up and instead of children having to be glaring daggers at others from the corner's of their eyes ( or that's what it looks like they were doing ), they were laughing and even forming study groups. On that first day everyone looked so ready to betray their best friend for this so-called spot, until they realized that this useless thinking was definitely pointless, because it wasn't going to secure a high spot on the board.
However; as happy as Mion felt feeling less pressure, the only thing "rough" about this second day was B's tutoring when it came to the more detailed chapters in Science.
He had even threatened Mion that he was going to slam the textbook in her face to get the book cells in her skull. ( However; having said that, Mion pointed out, trying to be clever, that such a method didn't actually work. She received nothing more than a glare from B which told Mion more than enough about being careful to her next words. So she just left it at that. )
" This is the pe - "
" Please not out loud. Or at least.. How about not saying that word, and instead use a more.. Lighter word? How about that, B? "
" Mion, I'm teaching! This is the penis. "
" Oh my god, he said it out loud, " she muttered to herself, rubbing her temples in sheer embarrassment. " Well of course he'd say it out loud, he's a man, this sort of thing doesn't bother him like it does with me.. "
" When you're done talking to yourself, I want you to look here at the seminal vesicle. That over there is the testis and that's the epididymis. You get it? "
" Holy crap he's still talking. "
" Are you serious? How are you going to learn for the exam if you aren't going to listen to me? Get over the embarrassment and take this seriously. You want to pass don't you? "
Mion sighed, never looking up to meet B's eyes and nodded.
B stared at Mion long enough until she noticed his stares and looked up at him, finally. He stared at her in the eye, and growled, " I couldn't hear you. "
Mion rolled her eyes and said, loud enough, " I want to pass. I want to pass and stay here in Wammy's. "
" That's better. Now.. What was this again? "
" .. The bladder? "
" No. How the.. ! .. Did you get bladder, when I'm clearly not pointing at the bladder? "
" Because that's all I remember. "
" I just.. ! " The corners of B's mouth twitched, as he was trying to keep himself from scowling. However; Mion said nothing but simply gave a shrug of her shoulders, obviously indifferent when it came to the male parts of the reproductive system for Science.
She never did like Science any way, so this sort of behavior was something B should've seen coming.
He sighed, leaning back in his chair. Feet propped up on the table, he had the textbook over his face and there he sat in defeat. For things such as these, he wished he were with A. Because unlike Mion, A doesn't get all flustered to the mentioning of specific body parts; be it a male or female.
Mion was beyond help in this sort of situation.
She fiddled with the notes' edges and kept to herself while B thought things through. He needed to find a better approach for her to learn and not get distracted.
Though as B thought, Mion couldn't help but find it sort of funny to see how close the two have gotten so quickly. B was actually not that hard to get to know. If you looked past the "hard demeanor" that he, in reality, didn't have, one could see how nice of a guy he normally is. He got frustrated easily and he laughed at the most stupidest jokes.
Mion never thought she'd live to see the day where B didn't anger her. It was so quick. Kind of random; out-of-the-blue. This friendship that blossomed between them was a little strange. But maybe it only happened to happen because she cried in front of him.
Maybe she was just afraid that if B was angry enough, he'd tell the whole orphanage that she's actually really sensitive when people yelled at her or told her up with facts.
But either way, Mion was.. Happy that they were friends. She liked the company B gave, him being older and all, so she felt a little bit more secure than when being around Matt or Mello. Because when she was around the two younger boys, she felt as though she had to protect and watch over them, when she really didn't want to.
And it wasn't like B had a particular liking to her. He, actually, simply, saw her as he did with everyone else. That much was certain. But he never opened up like he did with her or A to just anyone either.
As Mion continued to ponder to such thoughts, she never did notice B having to stare at the air above her head. He was staring at it, hoping that something miraculous should happen to length her lifespan. Even just a little would do. B couldn't stand the fact that she was to die so young. It wasn't fair.
Why was he cursed with these eyes? Who in the right mind would ever want to have the eyes that he had? What kind of power has God given him?
It wasn't a heavenly virtue if all he saw was death.
B couldn't stand these negative thoughts of his, and so he slammed the book down with a chuckle, finding a startled Mion an amusing thing to see. She practically jumped right out of her seat. Literally.
" You ready for one more go? "
Mion looked up at him and nodded. With a sheepish smile plastered on her face, there was no possible way she would have noticed the blush on her face.
Far too happy for her own good.
" Okay, let's start with something you know best. "
" Alright. "
" The bladder, " he said, pointing down at the diagram before them, with a grin.
Mion giggled and clapped her hands together.
" Thank goodness it's the bladder, " she giggled, bringing her hands down. " The bladder is my forte when it comes to the men's reproductive system. "
And even after long, painful hours spent in the library, explaining and re-explaining things, Mion still was as clueless as she was when she first started.
But saying such a thing would be a complete utter lie, because she did learn. Learned the hard way, but learned nonetheless. Good sign, this was. She was happy.
Biology was something that Mion would have rather lived without learning. She found everything about it difficult and confusing, as she swore the textbook would repeat the same section, just with different words. It annoyed her.
Chemistry was easier. At least in her opinion.
" Break time, young grasshopper. "
" Food time? " Mion asked with a hopeful glint in her eyes. Since early in the morning the two have been at the library studying Science, and so breakfast - the most important meal of the day - had been skipped. Mion's stomach growled on cue to the mention of food. " Food time sounds good, " she nodded to herself, rubbing her empty stomach. " Sounds very good. "
B helped Mion clean up their mess and soon enough, both orphans were at the dining hall. Surprisingly to Mion, the hall wasn't as empty as she thought it'd be. There were a considerable amount of Wammy's running about, chasing each other, and others already chomping down their dinner.
It was spaghetti night.
Mion's favorite.
She nudged B's arm to keep moving forward as he stopped dead in his tracks in search of A, most likely. The little blonde boy was nowhere to be seen. He was one of the few orphans who didn't even bother coming down to take whiff of what they're missing. They were the kids who took advantage of the time and studied even harder while everyone else ate and let themselves go for the moment.
Mello wasn't even there. Matt was eating on his own. He didn't look lonely, as his only love - the GameBoy SP - was there keeping him occupied.
" Come on B, I'm starving, " Mion whined, but B stopped himself and turned towards the exit.
" I'm going to go check-up on A. I'll be back, so don't leave until I come back, alright? We'll continue our studying from where we left off back in our room, if that's okay? "
" Uh.. Yeah, okay, sure. Whatever you want, B. "
" See you. "
" Bye. "
Mion got her food and sat down in an empty table. She would've sat with at least Matt, but she was afraid he was going to start complaining that she was distracting him and because of her, his Pikachu fainted during battle. She really didn't like it when kids complained. Because kids can go on for hours and hours without end if they don't just get what they want or aren't acknowledged for a stupid accomplishment, sometimes.
Though she was practically still a kid herself, she despised a lot of kids. Some she could handle, and then there are others who make her want to slap somebody. Like that Near kid. He's a rare species of kid, because he says nothing at all and yet he still annoys the hell out of Mion.
So Mion sat alone. She didn't want Matt to go on her list of annoying children. She liked Matt.
She munched down the pasta with ease and content, and simply just waited B's arrival. He did come back like he promised, which made Mion really happy, but he looked a little down.
As curious as Mion was to his face, she didn't ask. She had no right and was in no place of authority over him to give her any details if he never asked to be asked. She tossed the question aside and let B regain his breath, as he was panting when he arrived. Probably ran down the stairs as quickly as he could.
Wonder why.
" Did I take too long? "
" No, I just finished actually, " Mion replied pushing the now-empty plate to B's direction for proof. B looked down at the plate and smiled. " Are you going to eat, B? You know you could've told me if you were and I would've have grabbed a plate for you. "
B shook his head, " I lost my appetite after that run. "
So he did run.
" Too bad. It's really good. "
" I can see that. The smile on your face says everything. No more crying over an empty stomach, hurray, hurray! Now I won't have to put up with a growling stomach at night, because that'd be the absolute worse, especially in my case. " His sarcasm and over-dramatic hand gestures brings another smile to Mion's face.
" But I'd be the one feeling the empty stomach. "
" I know, but I stay up late to do some extra cramming. Your stomach wouldn't have let me concentrate. "
" Yet your disgusting eating habit of jam straight from the jar isn't distracting? "
" Of course not. Why would it be? It helps me think, actually. "
" Are you.. ? My God, you're serious, " she sighed to which B laughed loudly. He gave strong pats on the girl's back as in to encourage her to keep her head and to just accept the strangeness of Wammy's starting with him. Because there's a lot more to it than she knew.
Mion stretched and took her dirty dishes to put them away. With B closely behind, Mion didn't look to have noticed how close B actually was. She kept being oblivious until she felt a warm breath on her neck. She shivered quite violently, getting some goosebumps in the process, but she couldn't care any less. Even the little hairs behind her neck stood on end to his breathing; she could practically smell the sweet jam off his breath. And that's saying something.
He was too close.
Mion didn't say anything at first, thinking that B saw something in her or hair or he just happened to be waving to a different orphan, and happened to have to lean into Mion to do so. So Mion just continued walking forward. B was still there and he made no sort of movement to show that he was leaving anytime soon either.
Not only did Mion continue to say nothing about the situation, but B as well said nothing. By him saying nothing, it scared Mion all the more. She wasn't one to get scared that easily, other than with a few startling noises, but this right here, was far beyond scary and just plain right creepy. He was smelling her.
' He's going to eat me, he's going to eat me. '
Mion and B barely made it up to the staircase when B finally spoke. It was muffled by his own shut lips, and he had an accusingly pointing finger to Mion.
This surprised her when she decided to turn around, hearing B's voice.
" You used my shampoo, didn't you? " He practically shouted. " Your hair smells like my shampoo! "
" .. It smelled good.. "
" You.. ! You.. ! No wonder why you smelled so familiar! Now we smell the same! People are going to get the wrong idea, you stupid girl! "
" It's not my fault my shampoo ran out! Roger said he was going to send a teacher out shopping, but he never did, and so I had no other choice. I was filthy, I needed a shower and your shampoo just happened to be there, okay? "
" Oh. My. God. "
And there they go, the same old sight people would see before their friendly buddy-buddy attitudes came to play. The two continued to bicker about, once again, nothing at all, and both failed to notice, tiny little A approaching them with hesitant steps. He was fidgeting with his fingers and never looked up to either of the two, afraid of making eye contact.
" B.. " He started so quietly that neither of the two heard. But without notice himself, he continued, " sorry for yelling at you back at my room, I was just a little stressed.. "
" My shampoo. It's called 'B's shampoo' for a reason, Mion! "
" Not my fault, " she protested with her hands up in defense.
" I want to tell you what's been on my mind, because we're friends and all, but.. But.. He told me to keep quiet, and I can't just disobey, can I? What if I get taken down? What if.. What.. If.. ? "
He was being ignored and A just realized it when he looked up. The two Wammy orphans before him weren't even looking his direction or did they ever stop talking to listen to his pleas. His cries for help. How he wanted so badly for B to listen and look at him. Like he always did before Mion started diverting his attention away.
But even attempting to take B's eyes from Mion would be rather selfish, wouldn't it?
But he needed the support. He was one to be easily influenced and talked into. Be it he's friendly, any cruel person could easily take advantage of him. That's why B was always there; to keep that sort of thing from happening. However; now that he has vowed L to never speak of his name to any of the Wammy orphans, he's been avoiding the only strong support he had.
The poor boy felt as if he were going crazy.
With a bitter smile, A disappeared. Because not today, not ever would he take B's attention away from a new friend. He barely got these sort of opportunities and B won't stay his best friend forever.
B and Mion still didn't notice the trembling boy, and they made it to their room without much problem.
" You just wanted to smell like me! "
" Ew, like I would ever do that! "
The two stared daggers at one another, until B couldn't help but begin to laugh. His laugh was contagious as Mion started to giggle herself. They were both practically on the sea of papers rolling about, realizing how stupid this argument sounded.
Out-of-breath, it was B who hit Mion's head with a textbook. She automatically stopped laughing, and looked at the boy with a glare.
He was wiping away tears from his eyes, trying to regain his composure and start breathing normally again. Mion too started to calm down and the two children simply sat there with smiles on their faces.
" Now, repeat after me, " B started once again, reopening the Science textbook to the diagram they were using previously. " Remember what this is? It's the bladder. "
" I get it. "
As if he didn't exist. They ignored the trembling boy, who laughed to himself. In the dark of his own room, A continued to study, in hopes of making L as happy as could be.
They literally ignored him.
" I really gotta learn how to speak up, " he sobbed to himself, smiling, still. " At least that's what B tells me all the time. "
I tried making this chapter lighthearted while still trying to keep it sort of serious on A's side.. But I think I kind of failed. XD
Well any way, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and please tell me what you thought of it! Stay tuned for the next chapter! :D
Thank you for your time. C:
