By six in the afternoon, dinner had been served. The six children, along with Vienna, Roger, and Wammy sat together at a very long table in the formal dining room. The hot food was served on plates in front of them by the maid, Iris.

After Wammy left with L, there was no one left to cook for the house. He was a wonderful cook, and Roger was clueless when it came to the kitchen. So they hired Iris, one of Roger's old friends. Iris was a short and hardy woman in her mid-forties. She took care of all the cooking and the cleaning, and lived in the house along with the others. Her cooking was good, almost as good as Wammy's. She cooked as if every dinner was a big occasion, which was probably what made it taste so good.

On the table there was sliced chicken breast, mashed potatoes, corn and a piece of bread for everyone... and it smelt delicious.

Before eating, they had to bless the food. "Who would like to lead us in prayer?" Wammy asked. The children stared at him with their usual blank faces.

"How about you, Vienna?" Roger spoke up. "You're usually the one to do it."

"Of course." She said with a smile. "Everyone join hands." She took Roger and A's hands, who were sitting on either side of her.

As everyone joined hands, Z turned to her right and was met by B's disturbing glare. She looked down at his hand and B stared at her, waiting for her to touch him so he could rip her apart. He dared her to do it. The ginger haired girl shuddered a bit and suddenly looked away from him, and B smirked.

Vienna cleared her throat. "Gracious God," She began.

B looked over at X. He had bandages all over his scratched up face and was looking down at his food hungrily. Stupid boy.

"Thank you for the food before us,the friends beside us, the love between us,"

B then turned his attention to K. He wondered if she was religious. The girl noticed B looking at her but he just continued to stare. A sat beside her, her hand in his.

"That should be me." B thought, narrowing his eyes. "A is stealing my friend."

B just wanted to jump across the table, throw A to the ground and stomp on his face.

"and your presence among us. Amen."

There was a chorus of Amens as everyone picked up their utensils.

Vienna then looked towards B. "B, why didn't you pray?"

B was still staring at A and K, a concentrated look on his face. "Earth to B." A said, waving at him.

B blinked a few times, realized everyone was looking at him, and seemed to shrink into his seat.

"Don't you want to give thanks to God for this food he has put on the table?" Vienna questioned him.

B stared at her, confused. What God? The only "God" B believed in was the one that cursed him with those eyes. His stupid, red eyes. And a God that would do something as evil as that would not dare give food to a house of orphans.

"You know what B, don't eat." Vienna said. "It's as simple as that." She had a satisfied look on her face, as if she had done something to annoy B.

"I wasn't going to anyways." He mumbled, pushing his plate to the middle of the table. "I'm not hungry."

Vienna jumped up in her seat. "Oh yeah, that's right!" She said with a malevolent look on her face. "That's because you've been stealing jam out of the kitchen all day, am I right?"

B rolled his eyes. Vienna was so dramatic.

Roger perked up at the sound of the word "stealing". The man had zero tolerance for stealing, even if it was something insignificant. Roger stood up, clearing his throat before speaking.

"Is this true, B?" He asked the boy. B was silent and stared at the table. "B I am speaking to you."

"No it's not true."

At least it wasn't 100% true. B had eaten more than one jar today, but he had only stole one jar today.

Roger sighed. "B I'm going to assume you were the one in the kitchen the other night." B glared at him. He was only acting like that because Vienna was here. "You know the consequences of stealing."

...

B stood in Roger's office in front of the desk, shooting the man an evil look as he searched for his ruler.

"You should really stop stealing things." Roger said, rummaging through one of the drawers in his desk.

Things? B didn't steal things. He stole jam but that was it. The old man was making him look like some kind of horrible thief.

"Where's my right to a fair trial?" B questioned, crossing his arms.

Roger looked up at him briefly. "Excuse me?"

"You have no evidence." B said.

"Ah, here it is." The old man held up the thick wooden ruler. "Put out your hands." B stared up at him.

"All you have is Vienna's word." B murmured. "You'll believe anything she says..."

"Put out your hands." Roger repeated.

B sighed and slowly put his hands out on the desk. "If Vienna said I killed a man and spilled his guts I bet you'd believe her even then..."

Roger's face dropped, which made B grin. He looked at the child for a moment, disturbed, before raising the ruler and smacking down hard on his hands. B jumped a little at the sound.

"You will not steal!" Roger said firmly, whacking B's hands again just as hard.

B winced and bit the inside of his mouth, trying not to show his pain. Roger hit him a few more times, trying to get his point across, each hit more brutal than the previous one. Once Roger had finished the assault, B's hands were numb with pain and covered in red marks.

"You're dismissed." Roger said, and B quickly left the room.

...

"Beyond! B wait!"

As B rushed out the door he didn't notice K standing there, but stopped when he heard her calling him. His hands were trembling, they hurt so bad. Roger acted as if B had done something terrible, he didn't need to hit him that hard. K caught up with B and she stood at his back; he turned around slowly, holding out his hands to her. She stared at his red skin, her eyes wide.

"It hurts really bad." He said in a low voice, a small laugh escaping his lips after.

K reached for his hands slowly, looking up at B. He stared back.

"K don't-"

She took his hands in hers and could feel him become stiff. He suddenly pulled away from her and she grabbed his hands again just as quick. B stared at her with a look of astonishment and confusion as she brought his hands up to her face. She kissed both of his hands and B could feel his face getting hot as she let go of him. He couldn't tell if he was angry or embarrassed, and just decided to act angry.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He asked harshly as she looked at him.

"Yes." K said, matter-of-factly.

Roger suddenly appeared in the doorway of his office. "K? What are you doing over here? You should be eating."

"I'm not hungry." She said quietly.

Roger shook his head, disregarding what K had said. He turned his attention to B.

"I forgot to give you your medication." Roger said, holding a glass of water in one hand and a pill in the other. "It completely slipped my mind."

He approached them and handed B the water and his medicine. B could feel his face getting even hotter as he looked at K. How embarrassing. He had to take his medication in front of her. Great.

"Go on." Roger said impatiently. "I need to make sure you take it."

B clenched his jaw and breathed out heavily, looking down at the white pill in his hand. He then reluctantly put the pill in his mouth and took a few sips of water.

"See? That wasn't that hard, was it?" Roger said as B handed the cup back to him.

B looked at him and K briefly before suddenly sprinting away, leaving them standing in the middle of the hallway in silence.

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