Wammy's House was...not what B expected. It did not look like any normal orphanage nor a living quarters. It looked more like a giant church. There was a rustless iron gate that closed off the building to the outside world and a fancy plaque on one of the stone columns that read:

"The Wammy's House"

B stared up at the looming structure as Watari pulled out the luggage from the trunk. L seemed to have disappeared. L was…rather strange. The way he sat all crouched up on chairs… Even on the car trip over to the Wammy's House he sat with his knees hugged up to his chest. Something else he noticed was his clothing. He wore the same white t-shirt and baggy blue jeans that he did the first day he came to the hospital. Or at least…they looked the same.

And why did he go by L? That was something B wanted to ask the most. Well…that and why he can see names and numbers floating above peoples' heads.

"B? Shall we go inside?" Watari was standing beside B, holding the suitcases in his hands. He reached over and pressed a button below the plaque and the gates began to open.

B stared with wide eyes, his feet practically planted to the ground. He was scared and nervous and who knows what else. He didn't want to take another step. But…this was his new life. He couldn't pass it up. Where else would he go?

Besides, he told L that he would come here.

So, he just had to man up and walk into that place with his head held high. He was eight years old now. He had to act like it.

Watari, or as B could see, Quillish Wammy, escorted him into the House. The first step into the doorway is a memory that B would never forget, not even ten years from now.

The Wammy's House may look like a church on the outside, but inside it was...not what he expected to see. No, he didn't expect to see stained glass windows or a giant crucifix, although he wouldn't be surprised if that is what he saw. Nor was he expected to see something as grand as the Vatican in Rome. He was expecting to see just an ordinary orphanage with plain walls and carpet, and dusty old furniture.

But no, it was not like that.

The walls were decorated with patterned wallpaper and framed landscape painting hung in an orderly manner. There was a blazing brick fireplace against the far wall and a green carpet rug lay centered on the hardwood floor.

B gazed up at the woodwork on the doorframes to what looked like a kitchen and a stairway. They were a spotless white color with intricate designs. They were fashioned in the shape of an archway.

Click.

Click.

Click.

B turned towards the stairway at the sound of boot heels and footsteps. It was like everything was happening in slow motion. From the stairway, he watched as a boy, probably about the same age as himself, emerged from the entryway.

"Hi, there." He greeted. "I'm A."

Alexander Avery
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B squinted at the numbers floating above A's head. Six..Seven..Four…Thirteen..Five…Forty-eight? What does that mean?

"Hi…" B answered. "I'm…B."

"Ohoh? You're the B that L told me about. You don't look like much. Although you certainly do look like L!" A gave a sarcastic laugh and sneered at B. "Look, kid. I don't want to cause any trouble with you, so why don't you just keep your nose where it belongs and don't pester me."

Who does this guy think he is talking to? B crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm here for the same reason as you, A. And I'm definitely more than you think I am, so don't even look at me as inferior to you."

A seemed to be surprised. This brat. What the hell? He doesn't even know why he is here… He mimicked B in crossing his arms over his chest. "Such big words for such a small kid."

"Boys, boys. No need to argue." Watari sighed and guided B towards the stairs. "B, I'll show you to your room. As for you A, please refrain from causing any trouble." He said sternly.

A stared in fury as B and Watari made their way up the stairs. "You don't even know why you're here! L doesn't need another successor! He has ME!" He shouted angrily. "ME!"

Successor?

B froze on the stairs and turned to face A. What did he mean by "L doesn't need another successor"? Successor? As in…someone to follow in his footsteps?

He felt A's chocolate brown eyes burning a hole through him as they stared at each other in complete silence.

…A.

B…

An enemy.

"Well, here is your room, B." Watari pushed open a wooden door to a dark room partially illuminated by the moonlight. Watari flipped the light on and inside was a bed, two dressers, a closet, and a window. "The closet is more or less for storage than putting your clothes in. You can organize your clothing in the dresser drawers however you'd like." Watari placed the suitcases on the bed, then turned towards B. "Would you like me to show you around, or would you just like to see for yourself?" He smiled.

"I'll…explore." B answered quietly and watched Watari exit the room.

B walked over to the window and stared out of the frosted window. The moon was full and shone down brightly, lighting up his face, outlining every small feature. In the distance he could make out dancing lights of a town, but he didn't know what town it was. Winchester, perhaps? All he knew he was that he was in England.

B pulled himself away from the window and nearly jumped out of his skin at the glaring figure of A leaning in his doorway.

"W-What do you want?"

"I can't help but wonder why L would choose you." A responded automatically.

"Choose me for what? What did you mean by a successor?"

"You don't understand…and I don't have time to explain it to you." A sneered and turned to leave.

"Well you obviously have the time to come flaunting at my face." B snapped, angrily. "Stop being such a jerk and leave me alone!"

A glanced back towards B with a menacing expression. A hoarse "shut up" escaped his throat and he stormed out.

B sighed and fell backwards onto his bed. What is it about me that he doesn't like…? B stared up at the ceiling. Maybe I should just go explore around…

He sat up and exited his new bedroom.

"They don't get along well, L." Watari said sadly. "A seems to utterly despise B."

"I see." L said in monotone.

"What do you propose we do?"

"Nothing." L responded. "Absolutely nothing."

Kitchen.

Cellar.

Front foyer.

Bathroom.

B glanced into practically every room. But there wasn't really anything out of the ordinary. All very simple and basic rooms.

What struck out to him was the odd silence. It was eerily quiet and it gave B chills.

It may be homey, despite A, but it sure is creepy.

B continued his way down the hallway at the final door. There were other hallways, but B was taking his time. He reached out to open the door to find it locked.

"My luck it's probably A's room and he'll come flying out at me like a snake…" He muttered before turning down another hallway. This hallway was particularly creepy, and dark, but that was only due to the nighttime sky.

He paused when he heard a faint muffle of voices.

"No…He…Well…A."

"Sure?...B is…All right…"

B leaned closer to the door. The voices…Watari and…L!

"Please do not worry, Watari. A will calm down, and see to it that B is not a threat to his current position."

The was a minute silence.

"B, please come in."

What the…?

B slowly turned the door handle and pushed the door open. How L knew he was there was beyond him. Was he psychic or something? Well, it wasn't too big of a deal. He was just glad to see L.

"Hi, L." He greeted quietly. "You left earlier."

"Oh, I apologize. I had some business to attend to and inform dear A of your arrival." L was perched in his strange crouch on a chair stirring a cup of coffee with what looked like several sugar cubes floating in it. On the desk beside him sat an untouched slice of chocolate cake.

"Oh." B looked around the room. It was much different than his room, a large bed shoved up against the wall, a window letting the only trace of light into the room, several dressers stacked with papers and plates.

"What can I do for you, B?" L inquired, coming off his chair.

"Oh, n-nothing…I was just looking around the place."

"Ah, well you should sleep. It is very late." L said dismissively. "I shall see you in the morning. Good night, B."

B frowned at L's attempt to waver him away. But L did have a point. It was late and he was extremely tired despite the short nap in the car.

"Good night." He murmured before leaving, shutting the door behind him.

It felt strange sleeping in an actual comfortable bed. He was so used to lying in the floor or on the carpet, usually too terrified to move or even breath. His parents didn't care for him at all. His father would beat him then just toss him to the floor like a ragdoll. B practically was a ragdoll to them.

They treated him like dirt.

No.

They treated him worst than dirt.

They practically shunned him from their lives, not giving him a name, abusing him...He felt…like an animal.

B tensed and rolled onto his side, facing the wall. Yet some part of him wanted them back.

But another wanted them dead.

He remembered the day that the police took them away. The numbers floating above their head…

112384534 and 12111247

He wished he knew what they meant. He wanted to tell someone. Anyone. Especially L. But he was afraid of what L would do…What would L think?

B stared intently at the wall, remembering…

"I wonder if I can see my own name and numbers…"

Slowly he got out of bed and moved towards the door. It opened with an echoing creak that made B wince. He crept to the bathroom and flipped the light on, shutting the door.

He took in a deep breath and stared into the mirror and waited.

Waited.

Waited.

And waited.

But he saw nothing. Nothing but his own pale face, large black eyes, messy black hair, and a skinny body with baggy clothes.

In a way, he did look like L. It was strange. Although his hair wasn't quite as messy nor did he have sleep-deprived bags under his eyes.

B left the bathroom and returned to his bed disappointed.

Why couldn't he see the numbers above his head?

Maybe he could only see it on other people and not himself.

What a pain…

B sighed and rolled onto his side, shutting his eyes, and drifted to sleep.

A/N: This was a difficult chapter. Probably much worse than the first. Oh well. I like the middle chapters better than the beginning or end. Hope you enjoyed it.
Review if you'd like. I would love to hear your opinions and thoughts.

Adieu.

Just a fun thought, I was watching Pretty Little Liars while writing this. Oh how easy it is to be writing about A the successor and A the psycho. /sarcasm