Nothing belongs to me 'cept D, E, and the story (as well as B's racket *sparkle eyes* thwack me pweez!!! 8D)

The next morning, Mello had managed somehow to get Matt up at a reasonable hour and push him out the bedroom door towards breakfast dressed and fairly clean. It was a miracle brought on by Mello's awesomeness. Matt didn't know, since he was still a zombie.

Unbeknownst to them, B was standing in his doorway, watching them head down the hall opposite his room, so they never passed him. He watched them thoughtfully, mulling something over in his mind.

"Matt, you idiot, stop acting like you're about to fall asleep on your feet! You look like an idiot!"

"But I am about to fall asleep on my feet…"

"That doesn't mean you have to act like it!"

Matt just grunted tiredly, causing Mello to roll his eyes and grumble, "Moron…"

B thoughtfully chewed the stick of his lollipop as he ran his tongue in circles around the globular imitation of cherry flavor. It had been part of a Valentine's Day present from D two months ago. It was something for him to do with his mouth while keeping his hands free. Hands stuck idly in the pockets of his ratty jeans, back curved under the white shirt, he slunk to D's room and poked his head in on her. D's supply of sleeping pills was open on the bedside table and the girl herself was fast asleep. B withdrew from her room, closing the door again.

Mello let Matt sit at the table while he got them some breakfast; Matt was too sleepy to trust with a tray of breakable plates and cups and spillable items. Matt dropped his head onto the table and snoozed. Mello returned and dropped Matt's tray loudly on the table, causing the redhead to jolt away and lift his head up just as quickly.

"Gah! Whasgoinon?"

"Food, idiot."

Matt yawned and sat up, giving him a bit of a bleary-eyed glare halfheartedly. "Stop callin' me that…"

"Well you are one." He pushed Matt's tray toward him. "Eat. We have class today, remember?"

"Mm hmm…" Matt sat up and poked at his oatmeal. "So when're we going to go meet E?"

Mello shrugged. "Later, I guess, depending on our workload."

Unseen to them, B slipped from the little corner from which he was spying and left the cafeteria. He woke D up with a large cup of very cold water. He covered her mouth before she could shriek in surprise.

"Get up."

"B? What on earth-?"

"Just get up." He returned to his own room before she could say anything else.

Dressed and very confused, D went into B's room. "What's wrong?"

B sat on his bed, thinking, moving the lollipop from side to side in his mouth with his tongue. D stood before him, waiting for him to say or do something…

"…Would you like to play tennis?" he said after a bit. "Later, I mean."

Well, that was surprising. D smiled, glad. "I'd love to."

B nodded. "That's all. Go away."

D shook her head with a little smile on her face and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before walking out. He didn't react, used to D being affectionate to just about everyone she dubbed a friend. He did wipe away the sparkly lip gloss, though.

Matt learned just what it was like to be in a class with the top Wammy kids. Mello was a beast when it came to being an active participant while Near, his rival and polar opposite, was more passive. Yet, Near managed to raise his hand quicker and answer more calmly than Mello most of the time, which only spiked the blond's temper. Matt hid behind his desk and played a hand-held video game he'd snuck into class, glad that at least the feud distracted the teacher enough to keep her from noticing.

At lunch, a rumor flew around that B and D were heading toward the tennis court. The fact that B hadn't gone to the court to play for months was what really caught people's interest. There was quite the audience already there when Mello hurried down there with Matt at his heels. Mello's Melloness got them a spot right at the fence. He frowned. Why was D wearing her glasses instead of her contacts?

B tossed the ball up about a foot in the air before he caught it easily again, smirking at D. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a black figure with a top of bright yellow with a dollop of red standing next to him. Perfect. Without warning, he served the ball with a lot more force than was necessary, catching D off guard and causing her to jump out of the way just before it hit her.

Mello's eyes widened. What was B doing?!

"One," said B in a clear voice as he grinned ironically, "love."

D gawked at him, still, hand holding the racket shaking.

B served again and the same thing happened, though D was able to hit it back. B's next hit flew like a bullet and thwacked her in the stomach. She fell back, arms wrapped around it, gagging as if she were going to throw up, though luckily she didn't. Back on B's side, a ball was being bounced up and down off the ground by B's racket. He gave off a casual air, though with something underlying, like he usually did.

Mello, along with other goodhearted orphans, started making his way to the fence gate. It was locked. A couple fast kids ran to find Roger.

"Two-love." B caught the ball in his hand and looked at D impatiently. D pulled herself to her feet and did her best to straighten up, holding the racket firmly and looking determined. B served, D hit. B hit, D managed to hit. B hit, D fell to the ground.

It was Matt who, full of surprises, clambered up and over the fence and ran over to her. Mello started doing the same, though wasn't as good a climber.

"D, are you alright?!" said Matt, carefully kneeling by her. It appeared that the ball had hit her right between the eyes and a bit down. Her glasses had fell to the ground, broken. She was conscious, luckily. Her nose was broken, though.

"My, how unfortunate," said B, who Matt hadn't noticed walk up. B looked down at D with a slightly amused expression on his face, and then looked at Matt. He suddenly crouched down, causing Matt to cringe away. "Tell me, did you like hearing about our past? Figure you understand us now? Henh, give it up, kid. Let the past lie…" He didn't need to add a threat, since Matt got it. Without another word, B stood, dropped his racket on the ground, and walked away.

He was stopped by an oncoming Roger. "…Go wait for me in my office," said Roger, furious. B just walked around him and went back inside. With the gate open, the swarm of orphans went in and crowded around D, who was helped up and taken inside.

Mello went over to Matt and put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright? What did B say?" Matt said nothing. Mello thought about it. "…Oh no…He knows you know, doesn't he?" Matt nodded. "Fuck…"

*bows* I'm sorry for the more D-drama! =.= B insisted, and since he was being a jerk and kept being difficult, I had no choice but to follow his whims! x3 Well, turned out alright, yes?

And yes, D is blind x3 I think she's both far-sighted and has an astigmatism, so both far away and close up is blurry XP But she mostly wears contacts, since she's not really a glasses-character

And yes, Wammy's House has a tennis court |: