I'm sorry, but D insisted writing this chapter and I just couldn't say no! Well, at least I got another one out in decent time, right? ^^;
Nothing belongs to me 'cept C, D, and the story
That very same night, D woke up to incessant poking by a certain dark-haired teenager. "Ng, B, what do you want?"
"Jam."
"Then why don't you get it yourself?"
B just kept staring at her with his dark, wide eyes, closer to her face than courteously appropriate, but then this was B. "The cooks banned me from the kitchen after last time."
D remembered well the incident with all those pots and pans… She sighed, sat up, and glanced at the clock mid-stretched. "B! There's no way I'm going skulking around the House in the dark in the middle of the night!"
B just blinked at her. "Why not?"
"…" D sighed and gave up, knowing there was no reasoning with such an unreasonable person. So, she got up, stuck her feet into her fuzzy, pink bunny slippers, pulled on her pink, fluffy bathrobe, and shuffled out the door to go skulking around the House in the dark in the middle of the night. B happily hopped onto her bed and stretched out to take a nap while he waited for her.
Being Wammy kids, D was well trained in the art of stealth. It was known that there was good possibility that the "L" in station would need to be able to get out of tricky situations, so they were all well taught, especially the overworked first generation. So, absolutely nobody had any idea that D was walking past their rooms to get to the kitchen.
On her way back, D checked in on Mello and, by default, Matt. She carefully stuck the mostly-full (or, if you think this way, slightly empty) jar of B's favorite strawberry jam into one of the large pockets of her robe and crept close to the door to listen. Oddly, she heard talking.
"D's scream woke almost the entire house. I…don't know how B reacted at all, but D says he just went right up to the body, knelt down, and stared at it. He was acting generally odd, which isn't surprising. He's been a complete lunatic ever since. That was the end of the first generation as L's successors."
D quickly moved away from the door, backing up until she hit the opposing wall with hardly a sound, thanks to the muffling superpowers of the fluffy robe. Her eyes were wide and her mouth had dropped open slightly in shock. Without warning, the floodgates of her memory bust open and the sounds and images of that fateful night a little over a year ago attacked her mind without mercy.
Something woke D up, but she wasn't sure what on earth it could be… She didn't think it was a sound or something poking her, and decided it wasn't someone poking her because no one was around in her room. Everything was perfectly calm, almost…too calm. D just knew she was awake and had a really, really bad feeling.
Without putting on her slippers or anything, she hurried to her bedroom door and opened it. In the darkness of the hallway, someone sat crouched in front of A and B's bedroom door. D recognized the silhouette as B himself. Oh, perhaps they had gotten into a fight and B was brooding outside the room… No, not this late at night. A closer look at B told the blonde that someone was indeed wrong.
The worried girl knelt down in front of him. "B, what's wrong? Did something happen?" B neither moved nor said anything. "B! Tell me!" Getting more worried by the second, D straightened up and tried to open the door. It was locked. She started to panic, but determinedly pushed it down; people needed her. She immediately ran to Roger's office.
"Roger! Roger!" D called as she banged loudly on the door, hoping he'd wake up soon. He did, since D could be very loud when she wanted to be.
"What's going on?" he said, dressed in a nightcap and robe over pajamas.
"I need the key to A and B's room! Something's wrong, but B won't tell me what it is."
Roger looked confused, but complied. He knew the girl to be trustworthy, especially in odd situations. Keys in hand, he followed her down the hall and to the boys' room, where B was still sitting completely stilly.
D knelt down in front of him and put her hands on his arms. "B, we need you to move out of the way, please, so we can go in and help A," she said gently. B didn't really answer, so D just braced herself and lifted him to his feet and gently guided him out of the way. At least he halfheartedly helped her, not really seeming to care. Roger unlocked the door and began to open it. "Wait, Roger," said D, noticing B standing up on his own and beginning to move towards the door.
Roger complied and stepped out of B's path. B was walking slowly into the room, looking purposeful but still incredibly numb and emotionless. When he disappeared into the room, D decided to go after him and make sure everything was alright. Apart from silent footsteps and soft breathing, not a sound was to be heard.
At the sight of all the blood soaking the bed and body; the blank, brown eyes staring lifelessly as if toward both B and her, the glint of the razor in one hand; the outstretched, palm-up hand that seemed to be reaching toward them for help, something; the fact that right there, A lay dead, D shrieked louder than she'd ever screamed before and pressed herself against the opposite wall, shaking and unable to move from the shock of it. She even fell unable to make a sound after a few seconds, just pressed against the wall like a wall plaque.
D really did wake most of the House and most of the House came running out of their rooms. Those who recognized D's scream immediately, mostly the first generation, immediately went to her room, but hurried into A and B's room when they saw Roger. Roger stopped them.
"No, don't go in there! Believe me, you don't want to see." He'd looked inside, but had gone back out to stop the onpour of worried orphans.
Mello, who was short enough to duck under Roger's arms, hurried in to see for himself. His blue eyes went wide and he stopped just inside the doorway. Roger noticed him and hurried him out. Roger then turned to D, since she was closest and in most need. "D, listen and look at me; don't look anywhere else. I need you to collect yourself and calm down. Are you listening? I need you to go get the nurses and have them come here immediately, and stay in the infirmary. Do you understand? Can you do this for me?"
D, staring at him with impossibly wide eyes, nodded and found her feet again. Shakily, and a bit off-balance, she ran down the hall towards the infirmary, using the wall to keep her from falling over. C immediately went to help her down there, but she declined his help and he stayed behind, looking stunned like everyone else.
Roger turned to B next. B was on his knees by the bed, staring at A's body with absolutely no emotion. He was just…looking at him. This was very disturbing, though of course not as disturbing as the actual suicide. Roger put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "B, it's time to leave him. I'm very sorry."
After a moment, B nodded and stood up and let himself be led out the door. Everyone stared at him as he went, wondering at his lack of expression or obvious remorse, and no one, not even C, went to walk him to the infirmary. There was something…odd about him…
In the infirmary, D was given a sedative to calm her down and put her asleep, since she was going into shock and they wanted to be careful about that, since shock was a dangerous thing. A nurse kept an eye on her. That same nurse just let B be, since he seemed calm lying there on the bed next to her. He was staring into space, but exhibited no true signs of shock or…anything, so she merely kept a close eye on both of them.
L was contacted immediately and a funeral was held with L in presence. He didn't show emotion either and left immediately after, just a detour in his journey as the greatest detective.
A simple tombstone was the only reminder the boy ever existed.
August Amias
August 31st 1982
January 21st 1996
When B finally opened the bedroom door to see where she was, D had slid into a sitting position across the hall from Mello and Matt's room, huddled with her back against the wall. She had one hand clutched over her mouth and tears dripping from her eyes to her chin and below.
"…" B went over to crouch in front of her and poke her in the forehead as if seeing if she were still alive. "Where's my jam?" With no response from her, he looked down at her body to see where she hid it. He found it easily in a pocket, unscrewed the cap, dunked a few fingers in, scooped some out, and sloppily sucked it off his fingers. Then, he stood and returned to his room without another word. D didn't move.
A little while later, D returned to her own room for the rest of the night.
Yes, ish a sad one too ; ; B sure is odd, inne?