We had all learned the hard way that Misa should be allowed to do what she wanted. And seeing as I was the only female in the entire building, When Misa exclaimed she was bored, I was the one sent down to her room to entertain her for a few hours. I had dreaded it at first, but the thing about Misa is that she's pretty adaptable. She knew I didn't like to speak of trivial things, so most of the time, she asked me about the things I liked. So I told her. Books and movies and the like, and once she suggested we watched movies I enjoyed, but she soon learned not to do it again. Although it was very entertaining to watch her, I had learned that horror movies may not be the best form of entertainment. Actually, she was the only one that was fun to watch horror movies with, because B wouldn't swallow his pride to watch it with me, and L and Light were just plain annoying. I don't want to know that when you hit someone in the jugular in a particular angle it doesn't shoot out that much blood, I just want to appreciate the effects. And L is not fun to watch movies with. At all. I'm never, ever watching movies with him because he is an ending ruiner. He ruins movie ends. I think he might have been able to see the end of the Sixth Sense, which would be freaking amazing because every time I met someone who claimed that they knew Bruce Willis was a ghost, I knew they were full of shit.

So, on this particular morning, I was once again forced into Misa's room for company, and she took one look at me and claimed that I needed a new dye job, and I just shrugged, because she did seem really excited about the hair dye she bought. So, while I sat and basicly became Misa's giant Barbie Doll, I saw the last thing I expected to see on her coffee table. A chess board.

When I pointed it out to her, she sighed and said she was teaching herself how to play, and that she even got L to get her a book on stategies. When I asked for what, she let out a tinkling laugh and said she was learning it for Light.

That's when I realized that I actually liked Misa Amane.

So, after she was done coloring my hair, I promised that later I would play a game with her so she could practice, and she became estatic. But first, I would have to go on an unsavory trip to the book store because I ran out of books to read. When I told L about it, he looked at me incredulously and said, 'You read 138 books in three weeks?' which is pretty fucking insulting. I'm smart. I like to read. It's not rocket science.

Watari was busy that day apparently, and L told me that if I wanted books, I would have to get them myself, which I didn't mind. I loved bookstores. And then I made the decision to walk.

Big Mistake.

BIG MISTAKE.

Like, the biggest mistake in the history of big mistakes that are so big they have to ride the failboat in and it just couldn't contain that big of a fail.

Because while I was walking back, it had started to rain.

And while it rained, I noticed that read stinks were running down my head.

I ran. No, I sprinted. I was actually hoping over cars. I was like a gazelle. I am very, very gazelle like when I'm afraid.

I reached the building, hammered on the door for Watari to let me in, through the books down, and dashed to my room. I had to knock B to the floor when he was in my way in the hall.

When I reached the bathroom, I grabbed a towel in vain hope to salvage the mess.

But it was no use.

The hair dye was victourious.

I took one look into my mirror, and screamed.

I screamed and screamed until I started choking and then I screamed some more.

I heard the others come crashing in, probably expecting something Kira-related to happen to me, and when I tried to shut the door on them, it was too late.

Aizawa, Matsuda, and Beyond, who looked very unhappy because I had ran into him, stared at me in shock. Mouth open, eyes bugging out, silent, utter shock.

This was the first time I had ever felt like crying in front of people. Which is something I just don't do.

And Beyond said the last thing you should say to a girl in this situation.

He pointed at me and shrieked, "Oh. My. GOD. Your hair looks like an Easter Egg."

That's when my resolve broke and I lunged forward, tackling Beyond to the ground, a snarl ripping out from my throat as if I was some banshee summoned up from the flames of hell.

Because my hair?

IT WAS PINK!

"You behavior is unacceptable. I understand that B is not the most sensitive person in the world, but this doesn't mean you had any right to do what you did."

"It's not like I killed him."

"You broke his nose, his arm, and now he's unconscience."

"HE TORTURED ME."

"And don't think that he won't be punished justly for his crimes. Beyond is a criminal, I'm not blind to that. But I don't want you to add any more to the list of misdeamors that you already have."

"Oh right. Sure."

"Excuse me?" L's voice dropped dangerously low. This was not regular L angry. Regular angry got you glares, a couple of insults, and some kicks if you were Light. But dangerous angry L has been known to make people disappear from the face of the planet.

"You heard me. Let's pretend for one second that you aren't flesh and blood like the rest of us. You expect me to believe that once this case is over, you're just going to dump his ass back in a cell and carry on your merry way. I call bullshit."

"Saturday…"

"Fine, I'll stop. I know I have anger issues and Beyond is a douche. But don't sit there and pretend that you're being fair. Because you're not."

I marched towards the door, and before I left the room altogether, I turned and glared, "And incase you can't understand the magnitude of my fury, imagine some crazy hairdresser dyed your hair Easter Egg Pink. Chew on that!"

Apperently, my hair issues weren't quite as pressing as everything else we had to deal with, so my hair simply had to wait. I had to deal with the fact that, yes, I had pink hair. It helped some that it wasn't too pink, more like an orche, a creamy orange mixed with strawberry. But still, pink. And because I realized that I did indeed have low self-image issues, I retired to my room for the investigation. After three days, I finally stopped being the little hermit I was and sulked out of my cave. I needed to file the reports to L on the information that may be useful.

And I saw the last thing I had expected to see. In big black bold letters that rose a mile high.

L was kissing Light. L was kissing Light. L was kissing Light. And it wasn't the other way around. And it was sickening because they thought they were so sneaky, kissing when they though no one was around and theyr wouldn't get caught.

It was a chaste kiss. A sweet kiss. A shy one. Kisses that you give to people you love. Kisses that L should be giving to the guy he was dating, like maybe, BEYOND BIRTHDAY.

I rapped my knuckles against the wall, and the two jumped apart as if they were on fire. They gazed at me, shocked looks on their faces, because they had been caught.

I walked over to them, jaw set, and bumping into L deliberately, hissing as I went by.

"If you don't tell them, I will."

Because Beyond and Misa, no matter how much they pissed me off, and annoyed me, did not deserve this.

What really burns me is the fact that everyone pretended nothing was wrong. I had avoided those two like the plague, glaring bullets into them.

And when Beyond was finally up and about, I had wanted to puke. He hung off L, kissing him often, playingly pulled him into conversations, and held onto him for hours.

His face fell when L snatched his hand back from B's hold, when L flinched with every kiss, and straight out put him down for asking if he wanted to go on a small walk.

I watched as B began to fall.

And then Beyond just stopped showing up in the investifation room altogether.

I found him in the kitchen one day, devouring a jar of strawberry jam, and the jars scattered around him told me that he had been gourging himself all morning. This worried me, because only a few days after I first caught B and L doing the 'Horizontal Shoe Shuffle' a few months earlier, did I discover that Beyond was capable of eating other food besides his precious jam.

Now he was shoveling hand full's into his mouth.

He heard me walk in, and his head shot up.

He looked at me with sad eyes, and said nothing.

He knew. He knew what was happening, he knew but he couldn't say anything because he had no proof.

I wanted to tell him. I wanted to. I really did. But I couldn't.

I had not logical reason for not telling him, it was more of an emotional impulse, and I realized why normal people had problems like this. Feelings and all that other shit sure get in the way.

And then I noticied something else.

Misa knew too. But like B, she said nothing, because she had no proof, but she knew.

I saw it, when I went back to visit her in her room, to play that chess game I promised. She was put down at her loss, but I assured her that it was fine. I had been playing all my life. At least she never asked which piece could move where.

But sometimes, she dropped that sunny disposition of hers and she could seem downright depressed.

I went looking for him then. He wouldn't leave his room, and his room was the only one that didn't have any cameras. Because no one wanted to know what Beyond did when he was alone.

I stormed in, finding his messy bedroom messy. Empty jam bottles laid across the floor. His bed unmade, papers scattered everywhere. A laptop blinked lazily on a dirty desk. The usual greeting, "It better be you, L, and you better be naked. If you're neither, get out," didn't ring out. And a crash rang out in the empty room, and I darted to B's bathroom. He hunched over the sink, the mirror broken, shards scattered aross the floor, Blood intermingling amoung the glass.

"What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?" I snarled in surprise, going to him and grabbing his wrists.

"Get off!" He flung his arms, and I fell back, and I went back to him, shaking him by the shoulders.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?"

He hit me again, and I punched him across the face. He fell back with an 'OOF!', and then he lunged at me again.

"Beyond!" I squacked, "Are you crazy? Are you-"

And he fisted his hands in my shirt and pulled me close.

I felt his lips come crashing down onto mine.

His skin was cold. His mouth tasted like strawberries, big surprise there, but there was something else. Alchohol maybe, but faint, and something sweet. Something I couldn't name. His kiss was hard, and bruised. The only way he knew how to kiss. By hurting. My mouth was open, from gasping, but he kept his tongue to himself, and I can feel his cold breath in my mouth. He was soft, he was gentle, and he was so not the answer.

I squirmed under his grasp, finally wiggling myself away from his grasp. I backed away, and wiped my mouth with the end of my hand, trying to get the taste of him off of me.

"WHAT ARE YOU-MMPH!"

He dived back in again, desperate this time, pushing me back against the sink, then he was soft again, hands on my face, trying to comfort me, to coax me, into what, I had a pretty good idea.

I kneed him in the stomach again, and he gasped, and then lunged again. I jumped back, my legs hitting the tub, and I fell, grapping the shower curtain and pulling it down with me. When Beyond closed in, I held up the curtain as a shield. He struggled against it, before stepping back and ripping it from my hands. He joined me in the tub, my legs hanging over the edge as he climped in, and dived again.

A brief peck this time, and I pushed him away, his smile cracking over his insane face.

"Help me get back at him," he whispered, "Help me get back at him."

"You're insane."

"Maybe," he giggled, "But he is, and you are too. We're insane people, living in an insane world. What are you? A Jaded Misanthropic. A girl with pink hair. You're Saturday Silence. You're little Subbota Molchanie. An orphan girl from Wammy's House, trying to pretend that you're not as smart as I know you are. Trying to pretend you're not as beautiful as I know you can be. And what am I? I'm backup. I'm B. I'm the mirror. I have no identity. I have no personality. I am not a person. I am a shadow. I am NOTHING WITHOUT HIM."

I inched away from him. He looked about ready to cry.

"You don't understand. He needs to be punished. I can't hurt his little whore. I can't touch him. But I can punish Lawli. He needs to know how much it hurt-" he leaned to kiss me again, but I turned away and he caught my cheek.

"He hurt me. I love him and he hurt me. And I can't just let him go. I can't. He's everything. He's my life. But he needs to learn his lesson."

His hands on my face now, forcing a kiss, and I keep myself tight lipped.

Because I don't want him. I just don't. Because someone like me, and someone like him, we just didn't go together. We weren't like peanut butter and jelly, or cookies with milk, or cheese and macaroni.

He was relentless, and I pulled away.

"Get off," I hissed, "Get off. Get off. Get off. GET OFF!" I shrieked, "This is your problem. Not mine! Don't drag me into this. I'm not going to become a fucked up mess like you over this! I have feelings! I'm only human! Go fuck Misa! Or fucking Matsuda!"

"I don't care," he snarled, "I don't care about your feelings."

And he pulled me out of the tub, and we stood, as if we were hanging in the air, and his hands brushed strands of my hair away from my face.

And he kissed me again. And when he pulled away, he leaned into my ear and whispered to me like a lover, "I need to get. back. At. HIM."

And he kissed me with a passion. A passion that I'm sure that only L has ever felt. He titled my head back and I was left breathless, and it was convincing enough that I could almost trick myself into believing that he meant it.

A/N: I'll admit, I was a little hesitant to go on with this chapter. I hate to be accused of writing an OC when I believe that Saturday is the furthest from it. I tried not to bring romance that revolved around my character, but I hope I countered that romance with the fact that both B and S know that if anything happened, it really wounld't mean anything. But now that I have decided to post this version of Chapter 10, I feel that it is vital to the story line that this happened. And if any of you feel a little woozy from reading something like this, let me assure you that this will be the last time this happens. The next chapter may be a little emotional, but soon I'll get it back on track with where I want this to go.

So I hope all of you can forgive me of this and we can all move on.

Love and Peace, CelestialDeth