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So before you read, I just want to apologize if there's more spelling errors than usual. I had some difficulties with my computer, so I had to write it out on my phone. And, if anyone's aware of this, Fanfiction and IPhones DO NOT like each other. Autocorrect gets all wonky and replaces words that are perfectly fine with jumbled masses of letters.

A week and a half has passed since that day. L had released the Rome polls as promised, and i got my test score back. I was considered 'average', as i only got half of the questions right. Not much had happened aside from starting the orphanage's version of "school". I haven't seen BB much since our encounter in the piano room, which slightly worries me. The only time I see him is during our English class. Even though sometimes our interactions are… unwanted, I can't help but feel a slight pulling in my gut when I think back on them. I sigh as I stare at my notebook, head resting on my hand, mindlessly doodling crosses, stars and little chibi-like monsters around the edges of my paper.

"Cy!" A shrill voice worse than the sound of nails on a chalkboard pierced my ears, causing me to wince slightly. My eyes trail their way up the backs of other student's heads until they finally rested on the ancient and old face of Ms. Davenport. "Are you paying attention?" She sneered.

I glared with as much venom as I could at her, "Do you want my honest answer?"

She slapped her yardstick against the wall of her room, pointing to her most infamous "poster"; a plain, neon yellow piece of paper with the words, 'Honesty or Bust' Scratched on in a nearly-dead black expo marker.

I chuckled darkly, "Honestly, your voice gives me migraines to the point where I'm ready to shove pencils in them. I feel that that would be better than having to listen to you drone on and on for an hour. This room is worse than Hell. Why I was forsakened to have you as a chemistry teacher is beyond me,"

The class room was dead silent while I was talking. No one moved, and I could feel everyone's eyes glued to my face.

I could clearly see her face contort in what could only be described as pure hatred, "Well if you don't like it in here," She growled out, "You can go to Wammy's office!" Her usually jarring speech became even higher as she screeched out her words. I could vaguely see some of the others cover their ears.

I grinned, "I thought you'd never ask!" I called out happily, picking up my house-issued backpack and notebook. I sauntered over towards the door and placed my hand on the handle. A thought occurred to me and I smirked, turning to face her, "And you can stop dressing to impress. Your short ass skirts and low-cut tops won't do anything for that sixty year old body you have," The entire class erupted into laughter as I exited the room.

I snickered to myself and began my walk to my room, where I'd hang out for the hour and then go to my final class of the day; English. The hallways are always dead during this time, of which I'm thankful for. When they're full, it's like cattle. As I walked, I felt as if I was being stalked, and I had a vague idea of who it was. Turning around sharply, I called out, "BB. It's been a while,"

Nothing happened. The hallway was still as silent and empty as it was the first time I roamed them. I began to question if maybe I was just imagining things and started to turn back around. However, before I made a complete 180, a familiar raven-haired boy stepped from around the corner. I could see a grin grace his dark features, "It has been quite a while, hasn't it?"

"Still horny?" I teased.

He slowly stalked his way closer to me, "And what if I was? Would you help me remedy it?"

I began to back up slowly, "I already told you, I'm not getting frisky with you anytime soon. I don't know the first thing about you aside from the fact that you're a bit of a psycho."

He stopped walking and winked at me, "Oh? And here I thought you 'Can't seem to stay away from the bad boys'." His voice dropped low and he smirked, "Am I not bad enough for you?" He lunged at me and trapped me between him and the handrail by the stairs, "I can be much worse if you'd like,"

He dropped his head and began nuzzling my neck. Surprise came over me as I realized that he quoted me from a conversation I had with L some time ago. I pushed him back by the shoulders as hard as I could without using my inhuman strength, "You were listening?" I glared.

A shit-eating grin erupted across his face, "You have no idea how much I watch you,"

I couldn't help the shiver that ran through my body, "That's fucking creepy, BB."

He laughed aloud, "That may be so, but can I just say you look ravishing naked?"

I could feel a furious blush adorn my face, "You… watched me shower?" My voice rose at the thought of having no privacy. He nodded and stood stock still, just watching me. I clenched and unclenched my fist, debating whether or not to slap him.

He glanced down at my hands and seemed to catch on, "You shouldn't slap me, Cynder. I'll just get angry, and frankly, at the moment I'm the one in control,"

I chewed on my bottom lip and sighed, shoving my hand in my pocket. He moved his hands from the wall onto my hips and placed his forehead on mine.

"What do you want from me?" I asked apprehensively.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Nothing really. But is it too much to ask for your company?"

I pulled my head back and crossed my arms, "Considering you'd only want me for one thing, it is too much."

He looked me dead in the eye and held my chin tightly with his hand, "That would merely be a bonus. I just want you to be mine."

I scoffed, "And where is this suddenly coming from? It's quite out of character,"

His slammed his hand onto the wall, "God dammit, Cynder! Could you stop with that? I'm trying to tell you how I feel. I've never been good with any emotion. I've also never been so attracted to such a bewitching girl such as yourself,"

I could feel my eyes widen as his eyes flickered back from between my eyes to my lips. My mind went into hyper drive as I attempted to think of something- anything- in response. No, no, no! This is the opposite of what I need! Why is he acting like this suddenly? Could what he said really be true? I couldn't meet his eyes anymore, so I tore my face from his grasp and stared down at the ground. I heard him growl low, but I still refused to meet his eyes.

"B," I started, "I don't even know you yet. I don't even know if you and I being together would be the best thing right now. There's a lot happening in my life right now,"

"Like what? You're a god damn orphan, Cynder! What life could you possibly have?" His anger seeped through his words, and I couldn't help but be bothered by what he said.

"Believe it or not, but I do know more than just you at this house!" An insane thought crossed my mind as I couldn't stop from blurting out, "Like L! Him and I are going to go to Rome together to work on a case."

I could feel BB's hands tighten on my waist, "L?" He snarled, "You're going to Rome with L?"

I nodded, narrowing my eyes, "Yes," I started slowly, "I'm going to Rome with L," BB was silent for a long time, his eyes never leaving mine. I could almost physically see the gears in his mind turning. I smirked, "And you know what?" I placed a hand on his chest and began tracing invisible patterns, "Who's to say that something won't happen between us?" I grinned madly, "Two teenagers alone on a trip to Rome with nothing but raging hormones to keep us company," I stifled a giggle as I waved my hands around, "We might even get 'carried away',"

His eyes narrowed to the point where I could barely see the whites of his eyes, "L doesn't have the gall to touch anyone in the slightest of ways," He paused and chewed his bottom lip, "But that doesn't mean he won't succumb to hormones," BB's hands found their way to my wrists and grabbed them harshly, pinning them to the wall at my side, "You are to be no one else's but mine, Cynder. He can't touch you. I won't let him. I would sooner kill him than even think about him laying a single finger on you,"

My heart fluttered uncontrollably at his words, but didn't stop that gnawing anger that grew from him becoming so possessive all of a sudden. I struggled to free my hands from his grasp and growled out, "I'm not 'yours', B. I'm no one's. Not even L's. You can't dictate who I do what with,"

The moment I finished my sentence, his head swooped down towards my collar bone, "Yet. You're not mine yet, Cynder. But I do hope you know that you will end up falling for me someday," I could feel a slight pain in the crook of my neck as his teeth forcefully grazed my skin.

"I swear to god BB, if you're doing what I think you're doing," I threatened.

A warm sensation enveloped my body when I felt something warm and wet ghost it's way across my skin. I shivered as realization washed over me; it was his tongue. I freed one wrist and pushed back against his shoulder, trying to push him away before he left something behind. A low guttural sound emitted from his throat and he pushed himself against me. A feeling of déjà vu hit me; this was such a familiar predicament. Flashbacks of two weeks ago popped into my mind before I could stop them. The dark hallway. Roger. I furiously chewed on my bottom lip, attempting to suppress a moan. BB glanced up at me through his hair and noticed. I could feel him smirk as he resumed nibbling. In an attempt to end his dominant advances, I dropped to the floor.

In surprise, he released his hold on my wrist and stood motionless. I took this as my chance to crawl away, eventually pushing myself up so I was standing a little ways away facing him. Slowly, his head turned towards my direction, eyes like slits.

I gave a small wave and took off running up the stairs. I knew where exactly I wanted to go, the only place in the orphanage where I felt the most comfortable. I ran and ran until I ended up in the attic area once more. I quickly glanced around until I found my "second room". Swinging open the door, I stepped in and grinned. Home Sweet Home, I thought happily. I paused my movements and listened for any footsteps. I smiled when I heard none. That was easier than I thought it would be. I thought, a little apprehensive, maybe a little too easy. I brushed it off and eased the door shut.

I sighed and checked the clock, only twenty more minutes until have to go to English. I frowned and flopped down on the couch that I spawned and glanced around the room. My arcade games, small waterfall, piano and stereo were all still in their original places.

The day after 'that night' a couple of weeks ago, I ran back up here to try and escape the madness of the house. While up here, I decorated the room to my liking using my otherworldly powers to create the furniture and items. The room walls were painted to look like bricks, with soft, black carpet covering the floorboards. Since no windows are up in the attic, I'd strewn neon lights up at random points in the room to act as a light source.

I sighed in contentment and reached for the stereo remote, clicking the play button to let my favorite CD play. It was a mix CD with bands like Three Days Grace, Creature Feature, The Cure, AFI and Deftones. I folded my arms behind my head and closed my eyes, quietly singing along to each song playing.

All was still and peaceful, quite the serene environment. I could feel myself slowly begin to drift off into sleep. My eyes opened slightly, however, when I remembered I had English to go to. Eh, maybe I'll just skip today. I mean, she's gonna see me for my next three to four years. One day won't be too bad. With that thought, I tucked my head into the crook of my arm and let sleep overcome me.

I groaned as a heavy pressure pushed into my back, leaving me immobile in my sleep-dazed state. I lifted my head, attempting to see what was causing my discomfort. The neon lights in my room were out, and my small waterfall ceased it's noise. I stiffed, something's not right. With a newfound vigor, I pushed myself up onto my hands and rolled off of the couch. A loud thump reverberated around the entire room and my heart began beating wildly, That was too loud to have been just my thump.

With wide eyes, I couldn't help but fear the worst, What if it's a demon like Donovan was saying? The thought scared me half to death. Best not to think about that. I inhaled deeply and worked up the courage to turn around. Flipping over on my back, I saw a human-sized silhouette of somebody on the floor beside my feet.

I yelped as the figure lunged in my direction and trapped me under them, sitting on my groin. I leaned up on my elbows to try to get a better look at the perpetrator. But before my eyes could focus, it covered them with it's hand and held both of my wrists with it's other hand.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I called out as harsh as I could, all the while thrashing around in an attempt to break free.

A sinister snicker left the person's mouth and I stiffened, immediately recognizing that low tone, "Your unseen best friend, Cynder." BB removed his hands and sat back, howling with laughter, "You should have seen your face!" He placed one hand on his forehead and the other over his stomach, bending backwards slightly.

I leaned up on my elbows and groaned, holding the back of my head, "What the actual fuck? How'd you find me?" I questioned, generally curious.

Without warning, he leaned foreword, pushing his nose against mine, dropping his voice low, "I watch you, remember? I do believe I told you once that you can't escape me,"

I glared at him, "Yes, well, could you maybe not do that? Now my lair has been violated."

He chuckled darkly, and ran his hand along the side of my face, "Ah, but there's so much more privacy up here. We could 'get to know' each other better here. Who knows? Maybe one thing will lead to another and we can finally do what we both crave,"

A warm blush creeped up my neck, and I positioned both of my hands onto his stomach, pushing him back a bit so I could see his entire face. "How about no. Now if you would just," I trailed off, pushing him back forcefully so I could sit up. "What are you in here for, anyway?"

He grinned and crossed his legs, pulling out a small pocket knife and began mindlessly flipping it opened and closed, "Hm," he tapped his chin with the knife, "Nothing in particular," he replied nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, "Then why did you wake me up? I happen to enjoy sleep."

"Dreaming about me?" He offered suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

I scoffed, "You wish,"

BB leaned forward, "I do wish, actually. I also wish one day you'll accept me in my proposal to be mine,"

I shifted uncomfortably, "B-"

"I know!" He interjected, throwing his hands up, "I know. For some damn reason you're keen on getting to know a person before you become 'involved' with them,".

I grinned, "By George, I think he's got it!"

He suddenly turned serious, "However maybe we can act more civilized to one another here. Maybe more like friends?"

I was speechless, "Friends? Here? Why?"

Now BB did something I never thought I'd see him do; he shifted uncomfortably. BB shifted uncomfortably. What.

"I have a reputation to uphold, you see? I'm the big bad scary orphan who hates everyone but himself. And, truth be told; I really do hate everyone," his eyes roamed across the room and he fidgeted with his knife more, "But you.." He paused, "I like you. As I've said before, I don't have a clue as to why I like you. I find you interesting. At least, more interesting than my play toys." He inhaled deeply, "And since you seem so set on wanting to get to know me more, we could meet up here in secret every other day or something and..." He waved his hands around, attempting to search for the right word, "Talk,"

Endless silence seemed to stretch forever between the two of us as I processed his words. Again with this? Is he serious? I don't know if I can trust him. I crawled forward some and sat on my legs in front of him. He looked at me, confused but made no movements. I reached out and held his face in my hands, forcing him to look me in the eye. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he brought a hand up and covered mine with it, attempting to pull my hand away. I growled slightly and held his face tighter. He seemed to get the message and went along with what I was doing, however, he continued to glare. We stayed like that for a while, staring intently into one another's eyes, looking for any sign of mischief or mirth.

Eventually I sat back and sighed, seeing nothing but sincereness and confusion adorn his face. "I... Suppose we could do that. I see no harm in it for now,"

A small smile ghosted across his features, "Perfect. Now, throughout the rest of the house- including during English we have to act as we did before, full of hatred and sexual tension,"

I choked on the air the moment those words left his mouth. He cackled loudly and stood, turning back on all of my lights, waterfall and stereo. I stood as well, plopping myself down on the couch, sitting Indian style.

BB also joined me on the couch, sitting with his back leaning against the armrest, "Amazing CD, by the way. Three Days Grace happens to be one of my favorite bands," he grinned wickedly, "I'm a big fan of 'Animal I Have Become',"

I couldn't help but be shocked, "You like Three Days Grace?"

He nodded vigorously, "Of course. I also like bands like Chevelle, Disturbed and Korn,"

I gasped, "BB," he hummed in response, "I think I love you,"

He smiled, an actual, true, not creepy or perv-like smile. "I told you you would. It's only a matter of time now," he teased in a sing-song voice.

I lightly slapped his arm, glaring at him. He met my glare with a grin, and slowly, I felt my glare begin to falter. Eventually I grinned along with him and shook my head, "You know, I always kind of thought that I would hate your guts. But, you actually don't seem entirely psychotic,"

He threw a lopsided smile my way, "Yeah, just don't let the rest of the orphans hear you say that,"

I chuckled and mock-saluted him, "Scout's honor!" He snickered faintly. A gnawing feeling began to grow in the back of my mind as I wondered why he acts like such a dick to the other residents. I took the moment of silence between us and worked up the courage to ask, "Say, BB," I began, "Why do you act the way you do towards others?"

His smile fell, and he looked away from me, staring at the carpeted floor under him. He was silent for a long time before he spoke, "That's kind of personal,"

I leaned forward and lightly grabbed his arm, "I'm aware. That's why I'm asking. So we can get to know each other better, remember?" I dropped my voice, "I told you my past," Or at least a fabricated version of it, I added in my head, "I think it's only right if I know yours,"

He shifted and glanced at me, his eyes narrowing slightly, "I said that's personal," he growled out.

I huffed, crossing my arms, "B. This is your idea after all, I can go back to hating you. It won't bother me either way,"

Slience fell between us. Neither one moved or said a word. Eventually, BB turned to face me and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. "I wasn't always like this, y'know." He began saying, his voice low, "I used to be a little like you, actually. I had a good friend by the name of A. I never got to know his real name, though, as we never found it important," He opened his eyes, and I could see them soften slightly, "We did everything together, and even bunked rooms. He was L's successor at the time, so he had a lot of weight put on his shoulders. Too much weight," he frowned suddenly and clenched his fists, his voice slowly escalating, "That goddamn L pushed him too far. All he wanted was to be a normal guy! Not to have to worry about being the top of the line all the time! He just wanted friends that he could call family. Hell, he would always go on about how he wanted a girlfriend to settle down and have tender moments with. That was his dream! To settle in a house after he left the orphanage, find a steady job and meet someone he wanted to spend the rest of his nights with," He paused to breathe, and I could see his eyes become glassy, "But L," he dropped his head, his hair falling over his face, "L broke him. Sent him over the edge. I-I remember I was walking back to our room with a jar of jam, intending to share with him," his shoulders began to shake lightly and I could hear his voice crack ever so slightly, "I opened the door and... And... There he was. Body swinging from the goddamn fan. He couldn't take the pressures of being L so he killed himself," One by one tears dropped from his face. I sat there, completely flabbergasted, unsure of what to say. "Ever since then," he continued, "I've blamed L for A's death. I never wanted to get close to anyone else in fear of that happening again. Therefore I reacted in the only way I knew how; anger. I became angry at everyone who was happier than I was. 'Why should they be happy when I can't?', I often I asked myself. And because of this, I set up a façade so no one would want to get close to me so I wouldn't get hurt again,"

Without thinking, I climbed onto his lap wrapped my arms around his torso and burried my face into his chest. He was still for a long time before he eventually enfolded his arms around my shoulders, pulling me harder into him. My heart shattered hearing his story. Normally, I wouldn't be moved by things like that. But for some reason, that hit home. Perhaps it was the amount of emotion within his words. I wasn't entirely sure. But I was sure that my heart went out for him.

"I-I didn't know," I stuttered out, my voice slightly muffled from his shirt, "I'm so sorry BB," I pulled back and looked him dead in the eye, cupping his face with both of my hands, "I understand now. There's no need to worry. I wouldn't ever do that to you. L's successor or not," I leaned in for another hug, this time wrapping my arms around his neck. I closed my eyes and sighed as his arms circled around my waist.

We were motionless for a long while before a gnawing feeling in the back of my mind made me pull back, "So," I began, not able to meet his eyes, "Were you serious about the whole 'watching me' thing earlier?"

He only laughed and pulled me back into our hug.

We stayed in each other's embrace for what felt like hours that night, just listening to the music in the background. No words were needed to be said between us after that. We both understood that we both needed someone in our life. Our own A. Someone to call family. Hell, maybe something more. But that was all too far off in the future to see. The only thing that mattered was what was happening at the moment. And quite frankly, it's all we needed.

The tides have turned~

Ahahaha, so yeah! Betcha didn't see that coming! xD

Anywho, sorry it's a little shorter than usual, the computer issues and the autocorrecting issues made it Hell to write.

My question still stands! What would you guys want to see happen in the future?

~JAFS signing off