"My name is-"

"Your name is Backup." Roger snapped. "That is what I named you and that is what I will call you."

K tensed up, not expecting him to raise his voice. B inhaled sharply and his face heated up.

"I don't care." He growled, digging his fingers into his leg. "I hate that name don't call me that."

He glared up at Roger and Murphy, waiting for them to say something. Everyone was uncomfortably silent for a moment, then Roger cleared his throat.

"We need to speak with you in the hallway," He said to B sternly, glancing at K for a moment. "Follow me."

B slowly stood. "Bye K." He mumbled.

...

"You're going to take one pill a day," Murphy said to B. "Roger is going to have control of the bottle until you can develop a habit of taking them."

Roger held the orange bottle in his hand, smiling at B. "I'll give one to him before dinner everyday, that should be a good time." He said. Murphy nodded. B squinted at him.

"What are they even for?" He asked rudely.

"They are to help you be more…. calm." Murphy stated as B continued to glare at him.

B clenched his fists. He didn't need to be more calm. There was nothing wrong with him.

"I'll be back in in four weeks to check on his progress." He said to Roger.

Roger shook his hand. "Very good, see you then."

As soon as Murphy had walked a ways down the hallway, Roger turned to B and put his finger in his face. B's eyes went wide, and he resisted the urge to bite it off the man's hand.

"I don't want anymore trouble from you for the rest of the day, am I understood?" Roger said in a low voice.

B stared at him. "Am I understood?" He repeated.

"Yes…" B spat, squinting at him. "Good." Roger said before turning and walking down the hallway.

Adults were so annoying.

…

B was starving. He had only eaten what…. 5 jars of jam that day? He couldn't remember. It was almost dinnertime but he wasn't going to eat whatever was for supper that day, he rarely did. He walked down to the kitchen and got a jar of jam. As he was making his way back to the stairs, the front door opened. A young girl walked in, the wind from outside blowing her shoulder length hair across her face. She closed the door behind her, putting her bags on the floor and wiping her dark hair away from her face.

B rolled his eyes when he realized who she was. Vienna. She looked up and seemed surprised, B was standing in the middle of the foyer staring at her.

"Oh, B its so nice to see you."

B sighed inwardly. 'And so it begins.'

Vienna was one of the orphans who had grown up at Wammy's. She didn't really like B. B wasn't very fond of her either, she was sort of a snob. She was such a kiss up and was always in everyone's business, B couldn't stand the sight of her. Simply looking at the girl made him want to tie her to a tree and throw knives at her. B hated her, actually. She was also very close with L, her and L were the same age. She went to visit him frequently… wherever he was; which B didn't understand. How come she got to see L all the time and B couldn't?

Vienna was in his face now, waving her hand in front of his eyes.

"Hey! Aren't you going to say something nice back to me?" She said, putting her hand on her hip. She waited. "Of course not! Why would I expect that from you."

B opened his jam, the jar making a popping sound as it opened. He scooped some into his mouth, Vienna scrunching her nose up at his disgusting habit.

"Still stealing jam I see?" She said, squinting at him.

B sighed and walked past her, making his way up the stairs.

…

Vienna followed B upstairs to K's room, where Roger was still standing at the door. He noticed Vienna and his eyes lit up.

"Vienna! You're back, it's so nice to see you!" He said cheerfully.

B walked past him into K's room, rolling his eyes. She was sitting on her bed, a confused look on her face. B sat next to her.

"What's going on?" She whispered. "Who's that?"

B stared at her brown eyes and shook his head. "No one worth knowing." He murmured. B licked some jam off of his fingers as Roger and Vienna walked towards them.

"K, I would like you to meet V." Roger said.

K looked up at the older girl timidly. Vienna crouched down and smiled at her.

"Hello K, you can call me Vienna if you'd like." She extended her hand out to K.

K stared at it for a moment. B felt the corners of his mouth rise, as the cheerful look on Vienna's face became an annoyed one. K finally shook her hand and the smile returned to Vienna's face.

"It's very nice to meet you, K." She said.

K nodded.

Vienna looked taken aback, K wasn't returning her gestures the way she thought she would. B smirked. Vienna was the talkative type, B already knew K was a quiet girl; he could see the two were not going to get along. Vienna turned her attention to B and saw him smiling, and scowled at him.

"And what areyou doing here?" She asked B.

"K's my friend." B said.

"Is that so?"

She pouted and turned around, returning to Roger's side. They walked to the door slowly, Vienna whispering something into the old man's ear.

"She's too submissive." B overheard her say. "I don't want her around him, he might…"

"I think she's already formed a bond with him-"

"Roger he's dangerous."

"He's on medication again and…" Roger fixed his glasses. "Vienna if you feel she's not safe, you can keep an eye on them."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine." She said before storming out of the room.

Roger looked around awkwardly then turned his attention to the two children. "How about you two do something productive, hm?" He said. "Go to the library, read, study, do something… supper should be ready soon."

They stared at him, B shooting him a dirty look.

"Now."

...

"A, I didn't think you would still be in here." K said with a smile, sitting down across from him.

B awkwardly stood, picking at his nails with his teeth.

"B, sit down." K said to him, smiling. There were two seats open at the table, one next to A and one next to K. He sat down next to K, staring at A as he did so.

"Hello, B." A said, nodding at him.

B simply grunted in response and put his head down on the table.

K bit the inside of her mouth. "So A, what are you reading this time?" She said, pointing to the small stack of books to his right.

"Oh just some stories..." He said fixing his glasses. "After I had gotten that book for you I found some other things I wanted to read." He put his hands on the open book he was reading. "This is the Brother's Grimm." He said. "It's full of a lot of morbid fairy tales, but they're really fascinating."

"Really? Tell me about one." K said sounding interested.

"Of course." A said, and began explaining some of the stories to her.

B just sat quietly and watched them. He watched A talk, with his stupid charismatic personality. He watched him dissect the contents of the book and explain it to K, smiling and keeping eye contact as he did so. He watched K. He looked at her facial expressions and how she was absorbed into what A was telling her, how open and carefree she was with him, how she looked so entertained. The both of them looked so happy and it was making B grumpy. He glared at them, his face still buried in his arms.

K stopped what she was saying and looked at B, she could feel him staring at her.

"...What?" She asked, confused.

"Nothing." B said, answering too quickly. But it was something. He could feel it, she liked A more than she did B. It was starting all over again.

Why did everyone like A so much? B knew he wasn't good enough.