Hey guys, this is a little quick one. I've been waiting so long to post this chapter. Things are about to get spicy (as if they weren't already). As always, enjoy and thank you for reading/reviewing!


She was waking up. She could feel warm arms wrapped around her, the smell of fabric softener filling her nose. She sighed, comforted by the scent.

"A?" She said groggily, opening her eyes. "You'll never guess what I just-" She realized she was in the attic.

"No, K, its me."

She pulled away from the warm body to see B's red eyes staring tiredly at her. Her heart instantly sunk in her chest, first out of guilt for calling him A, and second because everything that was happening was real. She chewed on the inside of her mouth and tried not to start crying again. She slammed her fist on the dirty wooden floor.

"I was hoping it all was just a really bad dream." She said, a gloomy look in her eyes.

"Life is full of bad dreams, K." B sighed. "This one just happens to be real."

The next few days were quiet in the Wammy House. One would mistaken this silence for peace, but it was far from it. It was too quiet, nothing was happening. Something was always happening in the orphanage; it just didn't feel right. K went and got her hair professionally cut, her curly locks falling just below to her armpits. Her and A were no longer together and not even on talking terms, and she refused to look at Vienna. She hated L at the moment because she needed someone to blame for her troubles, and X Y and Z were all made uncomfortable by the cold atmosphere rising in the house. B still moped about. He knew this silence was going to be cut short any day now. He had the countdown right there in front of him, in glowing red numbers.

...

B stood on top of a chair, the end of the noose in his hands. He stared up at the support beam on the ceiling he had tied it to. He hoped it would support his weight. He looked down at the rope in his hands. A knot formed in the back of his throat, as if he were about to sob. He was so tired, B was tired of everything. Of being different, of being put down. Every day he was just going through the motions, the same repetitive schedule every day. He was like a zombie, he wasn't even living. B was tired of not being good enough.

He pulled the rope over his head, allowing it to rest around his neck. B sniffled a little then closed his eyes, before kicking the chair from under him. The noose tightened around his neck causing him excruciating pain. He suddenly felt panic and regret shoot through his body as he hung there. B tried to breathe in, but the pressure on his neck was too much to allow any air into his lungs. He began to claw at the rope around his neck in a panic, trying to release the pressure.

As everything around him was turning white and foggy, B suddenly woke up. He sat up, his hands gripping the collar of his shirt, gasping for air. It was dawn. He looked to his right at A asleep in his bed. His numbers.

"Enough!" B whispered sharply, slapping himself in the face.

He looked at the boy again. A looked so peaceful but it didn't matter. Sometime tomorrow he was going to walk into his bedroom and A was going to be dead. B closed his eyes and all he could see was just different scenarios of himself committing suicide, like his mind was trying to tell him something. It was a sign. Tomorrow was the day L would speak to A regarding his succession, and B knew how it was going to unfold. A's numbers wouldn't run out on this specific day just by coincidence. B knew it was going to happen. He just didn't know where, or how, and it was driving him insane.

So he just waited.

The whole day, hour after hour, he walked into the bedroom expecting to walk in and see A, peacefully dead in his clean white bed, or maybe hanging from the ceiling, or bleeding out on the floor... he didn't know. But nothing was happening.

For the millionth time he walked into the room and peeked around; it was empty. A wasn't lifeless in his bed. He looked around some more and noticed the bathroom door was closed. His stomach turned. B wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, hands sweating. He was shaking as he slowly opened the door. He froze, but his eyes were met with nothing. There was no blood spattered about the white tiles, no limp body laying in the bathtub, no gun to his head. Nothing was there. B stood there for a moment, silent. He couldn't move.

"What is wrong with me..." He whispered.

The day had been going by completely eventless until L asked A to come to his room so he could speak with him. B knew what that meant. He was going to emotionally rip him apart; it was what L was good at. B sat on his bed, and could feel himself about to start panicking. There was so much anxiety rising in his chest he could probably vomit it up. He didn't want to give himself a chance to start, so he took a sleeping pill and let the drugs take him away. He was woken up by an unfamiliar sound. A's crying. B opened his eyes slightly to see A sitting at his desk still, crying his eyes out. The boy was mumbling to himself, writing something on a piece of paper. After 5 minutes of that he stood, wiped his face, and walked out of the room. B followed him.

...

K had waited outside of L's room for A, but when he came out he just looked very pale and said nothing to her. He went straight to his room where he sat at his desk, staring at the wall for hours. K stopped in every once and a while to check on him, only to see that he was still sitting there and B was still asleep. Even by the time dinner was served, A hadn't moved from that spot, and it was starting to freak K out. She was worried about him, which no one else seemed to be. After barely eating herself, she went to the room with a plate of food for him. She knocked softly on the door.

"A?" She called quietly before entering the room. "I brought you dinner,"

She stood in the doorway. The room was empty. B wasn't even there. She went to A's desk and put down the food, where all of his previously organized papers were scattered and scribbled all over. There were wet marks on them, smearing and smudging the ink.

"A..?" She called again.

She checked the closet and the bathroom and he wasn't in there either. She walked down to L's room and knocked, but no one answered. She knocked harder, practically slamming on the door, before earning a response.

"Come in." He finally said.

She opened the door and poked her head in. She could see L sitting at his desk in the dimly lit room, his laptop illuminating the area around him.

"Where's A?" She asked.

"He left this room about three hours ago, and I haven't left since then, so I don't think I'm the right person to ask."

"Just answer the question, have you seen him or not?"

"No I have not."

She groaned loudly and closed the door. She ran through the hallway checking every bedroom and bathroom for A, and he was still nowhere to be found. She checked A and B's room again, and the food was still sitting on the desk, cold and untouched. She ran back downstairs to the dining room, looking distraught.

"Have you guys seen A?" She asked, combing her messy hair behind her ears.

Vienna was chewing, and stared at her, confused. "Wasn't he in his room all day?"

"No he's not there. I went to bring him dinner and he's not there." She said quickly, rubbing her forehead. "L said he hasn't seen him since he left his room either."

"He's probably somewhere around here, did you check the shower?"

"I think if he was in the shower I'd hear water running!" K said, annoyed. "Of course I checked! I checked everywhere."

"Why are you worrying so much K-"

"Because I can't find him!"

She couldn't find him, and what had happened to B only a week earlier was starting to replay itself in her head. She couldn't allow that to happen again, she wouldn't.

"Maybe he went for a walk. He was really upset he probably needed to cool down."

"He wouldn't go for a walk at this hour, it's too dark."

"K it's only sunset, I'm sure that's where he went. Come and sit down, you need to calm down."

"No!" She said loudly. "This isn't like him to just disappear without telling anyone!"

She stormed out of the room and went to the front door, slamming it open. The screen door clattered as it hit the side of the house and she saw B sitting there. He was sitting on the porch steps, his arms folded at his lap, staring forward, red eyes in a daze.

"B, have you seen A?" She asked, standing in the doorway.

B was sweating. He felt nauseous, and he thought he might cry. It was going to happen. Someone was going to die. B knew it was going to happen, and he couldn't do anything about it, he could only standby and watch. It was killing him.

"Beyond." She said, stepping closer to him.

Of course B had seen A, and he didn't stop him. B was used to seeing people around him die, but this one was different. The collateral damage from this death was going to be like no other. Someone he cared about was ultimately going to get hurt today. B couldn't do anything to stop it.

He sat there, staring into the darkening sky. He could hear K talking to him, and he could feel her roughly shaking his shoulder, and he just wanted to tell her to save her energy. He saw A leave. He watched him walk across the front lawn and jump the fence, then make his way down the road. B had been waiting, anxious and on edge all day waiting for the moment to finally arrive. He was disgusted with himself, it was as if he wanted it to happen.

"B why aren't you answering me?!" K screamed at him, and then it happened.

He could hear the screeching of tires and and blaring horns as the sound of metal colliding with a solid object rang out. A dark figure flew down the road, and landed with a thud not far from the car. K jumped up, startled, and ran down the stairs, almost slipping and falling. Roger, Vienna, X, Y, and Z all ran towards the door in a panic, crowding onto the front porch.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." K breathed, her hands shaking in front of her mouth.

"What was that?!" Roger asked.

"B what is it, what did you see?" Vienna asked him as his face got pale.

"Did you see that? Did you see it? Someone just got hit!" X exclaimed.

"I think an accident just happened..." Y said slowly.

"Call the police!" Z shouted, annoyed that everyone was just standing around.

"Oh God, accidents are always happening on this corner..." Roger sighed. "I hope no one got hurt."

As the group went onto the lawn to investigate, Roger went back inside and dialed the police. B got up slowly and stood on the porch, paralyzed. He didn't know what to do. He just watched K follow everyone to the edge of the yard, unable to stop her. It was like his body had stopped working. So he waited some more, and it came. A shrill, frightening scream echoed throughout the air, as K ran back towards the house, stumbling into B's arms with a look of dread on her face. She screamed once again, loudly, as she began to cry, noises coming out of her mouth. They weren't words. B simply stood, his body frozen. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't feel anything. Why didn't he stop her? She didn't need to see that. K clung to the back of his shirt as she sobbed on his chest, her tears soaking into his clothes.

Roger suddenly ran out onto the porch. "What's wrong? What is it?!" He asked frantically, phone in hand.

K screamed again, barely raising her face from B's body. "I-It's real!.." She managed to get out before her sobs took over once more.

B was shaking. How could he let this happen? K was crying, she wouldn't stop crying.

"He...He's dead B." She sobbed. "A's dead!"

B's throat closed up.

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