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I hope you'll like this chapter as well!
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Just to let you know, I am, myself, upset for what is coming, this is going to break my heart but...
I guess that's necessary for this story's sake. D:


There Are Angels In Hell

Chapter 3

- Silent Hate -

A week had passed since Linael's last visit at Wammy's House and she had been looking forward to the next one!
She had trained making jam and prepared six jars of Strawberry jam for B. Her father didn't even notice she made something else for the next order, he's been too busy drinking, as usual.
Today, it was Wednesday, she was carefully placing the boxes in the carts and packed the jars in a bag she would carry on her arm.
She quickly looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed at what she saw. She looked miserable. The bruise on her face was still there, only the color had changed.
She shrugged almost apologetically and left the bakery. Dark clouds covered the sky and Linael sincerely hoped it wouldn't rain before she arrived at Wammy's.
A few minutes later, she saw Watari waiting by the gates, as usual. She smiled widely and picked up her pace as the children gathered in the playground. She finally entered with the two carts and started serving the children, offering them her warmest smile. Watari just watched over them, his arms crossed over his chest.
Linael held out a box to the old man, making him raise his eyebrows.

"I hope you like chocolate eclairs!" She cheerily said.

Watari smiled widely and accepted the food.

"I do like them." He replied, nodding. "Thank you very much."

L joined them and opened his mouth to speak, though Linael spoke before he did.

"Strawberry cheesecake!" She said, pointing at him, then searched through the boxes and gave one to L.

The black haired boy nodded, politely thanked her and walked away.
Though, L had just reminded her she had something for B today... She looked around but B was nowhere to be seen.
She pouted a little and looked up at Watari.

"Where is B? I have Strawberry jam for him."

Watari scanned the area before replying.

"He must be in his room. Do you want me to call him?"

Linael shook her head and waved her hand.

"Just tell me where it is and I'll bring the jam to him!"

The man gave her a curious look but didn't protest. He explained her how to go to the dorms and told her B's room was the 13th. She then entered the building, shivering a little. Indeed, all the children were outside so the orphanage almost looked deserted and the silence was unbearable. She followed Watari's instructions and finally found the right room.
She took a deep breath before knocking on the door, though no one answered. She bit her lip; she didn't want to bother B, but she didn't want to leave just like that either...

"B? You there?" She timidly asked through the door.

Inside the room, B looked up at the door when he heard Linael's voice. He wasn't expecting her to go that far...
He narrowed his eyes at the door and eventually hopped off of the bed and quietly opened the door. Linael smiled widely as she saw him and her smile only made him freeze.
People never smiled at him, they barely looked at him anyway.
His eyes seemed to turn a light shade of red as he glanced above her head, reading her name and the bunch of numbers that was supposed to tell her fate. He smirked at how ironic the situation was... Her name was Linael Black. Her initials were L.B. L and B. B and L.
It wasn't Linael's fault, but her name was simply disgusting to Beyond.
Linael tilted her head. B's glowing eyes were staring above her head and he was smirking... She didn't understand what was happening and she was even afraid he might tell her there was some kind of monster behind her.

"I... Hm... I brought you jam." The girl said, looking down at the plastic bag into her hands.

Beyond's smirk disappeared. He grabbed the bag and checked the content; indeed, Linael wasn't lying, there were exactly six jars of Strawberry jam.
He climbed back on his bed then crouched in that peculiar sitting position and took one jar out of the bag, carefully holding it between his thumb and index finger.
Linael blinked and quietly watched B's behavior. He opened the jar, sniffed and plunged his fingers into the sugary mixture before licking off the jam of his pale fingers.

"I like it." The boy quietly said and repeated his previous movement.

Linael smiled widely, excited.

"I'm glad you like it!" She happily said, trying her best not to jump up and down.

Beyond suddenly paused and pat a place on his bed, gesturing her to sit down by him. Blushing, the young woman obeyed and quietly sat down.
Beyond didn't know himself why he wanted her to stay with him, but it was more of an experiment to him; after all, Linael Black was the only person who wasn't afraid of him, she was the first, apart from Watari, who had smiled at him; this deserved a little investigation.

Linael watched B eat the jam with eager, though he looked at it as though it was something sacred. She couldn't wipe off that happy smile of her face...
Even though B was a teenager, his behavior was rather childish and she found it simply adorable. If he were younger, she would probably tackle him on the bed and give him the biggest hug of his life! Beyond glanced at her, making her gasp a little when she realized she was staring. She looked down, embarrassed by her own behavior. Though, her eyes widened when she felt a hand removing her hair from her face. Her heart actually skipped a beat.
She closed her eyes tightly; this had become instinctive since the only times a male laid a hand on her, it was her father and it was only to hurt her.
Though, this hand didn't hit her, this hand didn't hurt her; it was surprisingly delicate, and it was B's hand.
Beyond examined what remained of the bruise on her face and ran his fingertips over it. It prickled a little at first, but the pain quickly faded away.
Linael slowly reopened her eyes and shyly glanced at B, though remained quiet.
This was actually the first time someone was touching her in that way. For the first time of her life, the contact with someone else' skin didn't hurt, it was even... Enjoyable?

"Who is it?" B asked as he took his hand back and returned to eating.

Linael thought a moment before replying, pondering if she should tell him the truth or not. Though, she felt like she could trust B, even though she didn't know him very well, she couldn't explain that feeling, but she felt he was someone trustworthy, someone who could listen to her without judging her. Someone different.
She messed with the hem of her shirt, gathering her courage.

"It is... My father." She admitted, in a low voice.

B paused, taking in her answer, then dipped his fingers into the jam again. Thankfully he was still able to control himself or he would have twitched at Linael's reply. If her father had the guts to beat his own daughter, that man was probably able to do worse.
B believed violence was sometimes necessary, and he knew he wouldn't hesitate to use it if someone got on his nerves, though, it had to be justified.
To him, it was way more enjoyable to hurt someone when he knew that that person actually deserved it. Hurting an innocent wasn't only 'bad' -he honestly didn't care about that-, it was simply pointless, it didn't bring any satisfaction. B used violence as a form of revenge, a punishment.
Death wasn't the same, the Reaper struck whenever it felt like it, it was a fatality, he knew it, he could even see it.
He looked up at the numbers above Linael's head. It wasn't her time at all; she still had a long life ahead of her.

"Why does he do that?"

Linael blinked at the sudden change in B's voice. His voice sounded... Husky. She shuddered and subconsciously clenched her fists, gripping the bed sheets.

"He... He's alcoholic."

B cleaned up his fingers and closed the now empty jar. He set the jar down on his bed and examined Linael's expression. Fear and pain were all that appeared on her face at the mention of her father. Was she actually paying for his own mistakes? Yet, he didn't understand why she wasn't feeling rage and anger towards her father. Did she give up? Maybe she accepted that situation as her fate... Though, the numbers above her head didn't lie, they never did; this wasn't her fate.

"Do you hate him?"

Linael tilted her head at B's question. She had never thought about that before... Though, she was sure she didn't love her father.
She thought for a moment, remembering all the insults, all the hits, the cries... There was no way her father still considered her as a human!

"How do I know if it's hate that I'm feeling?" She asked B and bit her lip.

Beyond smirked at her question, hate was a feeling he knew pretty well.

"Simple. Would you like it if he got hurt as much as he hurt you? Do you wish he was dead? Would you spit on his grave?"

Linael blinked as she realized the answer at those question was, as B said, simple.
Yes, yes and yes.
Her life would be definitely better if her father was dead and buried, she could have studied, have friends, she could have been a normal young woman, not a lost puppy who was afraid of getting hurt. She looked up at B, her eyes wide open. Beyond's smirk only grew wider.

"I guess... This is hate, then." She quietly said, still a bit in shock.

Beyond's eyes lit up. He licked his lips and leaned closer to her, as though he was about to share a secret with her.

"I'll help you hurting him if you help me hurting someone as well." He murmured, excited by his plan.

They both needed and wanted revenge.
At last, Linael Black's name was a sign. She was a bond between B and his own sweet revenge.