K sat at B's desk, which was covered in all types of papers and documents, attempting to do some school work. There were notes and open books, lots of pencils and pens without caps. He was so unorganized. She looked at the various pictures and newspaper clippings he had taped to the wall in front of the desk.

The pictures were all of B, and most of them were him with another boy. He was taller than B, and looked a few years older than him. They had the same raven hair and tired emotionless faces. One just had black eyes and the other red ones.

"Who is this?" K asked, pointing at the pictures. B was lying in his bed, a half empty jar of jam in his hands, staring up at the ceiling. "L." K looked with fascination at the pictures. That was L. The young, famous detective, L. She wondered what it would be like to meet him. One picture caught her attention. It was of L and B, they were standing beside each other, L's hand ruffling B's hair and B pulling on his sleeve. They were both laughing, genuine smiles across their faces.

"You look really happy here."

A small smile came across B's features. He knew exactly which picture K was talking about. He remembered back to that day, that was two years ago. The good days. That's when he was happiest. L still lived at the orphanage, and it was just L, B, A, and Wammy. No one else.

L was B's best friend, he was practically his brother. L understood him, they could relate to each other. He had taught B almost everything he knew; L and B were inseparable. When L left the orphanage, B was crushed. His only friend had left him alone with a bunch of people who didn't understand him. The only thing he could do was shut himself out from everyone.

As soon as L was gone, the competition to succeed L began. More children were brought into the orphanage (X, Y, Z), but none of them were comparable to A and B. B was smarter than A, B had always been smarter than A. It was just that… A got there first, so he was first in line. Besides, he was the favorite. A had a better chance of succeeding L than B did. It was painful for B because all he wanted to do was be like L; he wanted to impress him. In case anything ever happened to A, B was there. Backup.

If anything was to tear B down, it would be that name. How was he supposed to become anything when all he was, was an extra, a backup? Nothing angered B more than that shameful name.

As his thoughts turned sour, B's smile turned into a frown. He began rubbing his wrists together. K was looking over her shoulder, watching his expression change, clearly confused. She whirled around in the swivel chair. "What's wrong..?" She asked.

She rolled in her chair closer to him, now a foot away from his face. "Did something happen?" B stared down at his arms. She frowned. "You look sad. Maybe we should go outside!" K pointed at the window. It was a beautiful day. "My mother always used to say fresh air makes you happy." B looked at her, confused. She was so positive, why? "I don't go outside." He answered. K pouted. "Why not?" There was too much life. Bad things were bound to happen. "…I don't like the sun."

"Beyond." She reached for his arm, and touched his wrist. B yanked his arm away, shooting daggers at K with his eyes. "Don't touch me." He growled instinctively. K cowered in her seat. "Sorry…" She said timidly. B noticed the fear in her eyes, and suddenly had an unfamiliar wave of regret go through his body. "No K I…I'm sorry." He tried to soften his expression. B stood and gave her a weak smile. "Let's go outside."

…

After they plopped down in the grass under a big tree, K inhaled deeply and turned to smile at B. "It's much better out here." B looked around. There were so many people outside, not as many as in the morning… but still a lot.

So many lifespans to look at. He turned to look at K's lifespan. It was high, she had very long to live. B wondered how she would die. Sickness, accident, murder maybe? K was so innocent, he thought. He didn't want to think about anything bad happening to her. He came to the conclusion of peaceful death.

B blinked a few times and noticed she was staring at him. She was probably getting uncomfortable; he was glaring at the air above her head, after all. K gazed curiously at him, sucking her thumb. He stared back blankly. "…What." B said. She took out her finger and looked around.

"Can I tell you a secret?" "Okay."

She crawled over to his side and put her lips to his ear, hesitating a bit. "I know what you see." B backed away from her slowly, red eyes narrowing. He stared at her in question. What did she know, and how?

"…What is it exactly that I see?" B was confused. Was she a mind reader or something? "Well….you know when people are going to die, right?" K said quietly. B got close to her face. "Have you been reading my thoughts?" She looked at him for a minute, amused. She started to laugh. B sat back and watched her laugh at him. That was a pretty stupid question. Mind readers don't exist!

After she was done laughing, K was able to explain herself. "My father had this book about Japanese folklore, and–"

"HEY BACKUP!" A shout rang throughout the huge yard. B was surely cutting his arm off now. They looked across the lawn to see X standing there with his brother, Y. X flung a rock at the pair, it missing and bouncing off the tree trunk. He threw another, this time hitting K square in her face. She cried out, and brought her hands to where she was hit. B turned to look at her, watching as tears began to roll down her face.

He looked around him for the sharpest rock and walked over to X, getting hit with rocks in the process. "What're you gonna do Backup, stare at me?" X taunted as B approached him. Y ran away as B pushed X to the ground. He sat on his chest, pinning his arms down with his legs.

"No, this." B answered simply, before attacking the boy. He cut at his face and arms, doing whatever he could to cause him pain. X screamed out in pain, struggling under B's body. As anger took over his body; B lost control of what he was doing.

"B!"

"Backup!"

"Get off of him!"

"Backup stop!"

"Beyond, please."

Beyond. B snapped out of it and looked around, he was being dragged off of X, whose face was bloodied. He looked at his left hand, where a jagged cut was left from the rock. B looked around for K, and spotted her a few feet away, a worried look on her face. Y was there too, nervously looking at his brother.

Realizing someone was touching him, B thrashed about in the persons grip until they released him. "Don't touch me!" He screamed, spinning around to face the person. It was Roger, who looked at him, unease in his eyes.

"The four of you, my office." Roger said, attempting to sound stern. "Now."

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