I own nothing, except for Anya/Anira. I do not own Death Note

About an hour had passed when I had finally had some semblence of control. There was a small mirror on the wall, just to the left of the dresser. I looked in the mirror and made sure no tear tracks could be seen and that my eyes were not red-rimmed. I noticed a few of the cuts I had gotten in the accident had scarred. A small slice on my right cheek and several smaller ones on my palms. I could not, nay, would not let myself lose control like that again. I checked the clock on the bedside table. Five'o'clock. Dinner.

I sighed and began to walk towards the cafeteria. I then realized that I did not know where the cafeteria was. I mumbled a curse in Russian.

"That is not a very lady-like thing to say." Spoke L. I yelped in surprise and flushed. He had caught me cursing.

"You speak Russian?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes I do."

This L was a strange boy. He was probably ten or eleven, several years older than I. I looked up at him and asked shyly, "Um w-where is the cafeteria?" I cursed myself for stuttering.

"I'm going there myself. I'll show you." He began to walk off and I had to run for a few seconds to catch up to him. I took this opprotunity to look at L. Wide gray eyes and black hair that looked as if it had never been brushed before. He was odd. He walked with a slouch and was dressed in a long-sleaved white shirt and baggy blue jeans.

I was still in my black shirt and skirt. My medium blonde hair hung in a low pony-tail. I bit my lip and looked back up to L. He was almost unaturally pale as well. I looked at him and I knew, I knew, he was destined for great things.

"You bit your lip a lot." He stated.

"Huh?" I replied. "Oh, it's a nervous habit."

"You needn't be nervous. Wammy's is a wonderful orphanage."

I smiled at him. Even if he seemed odd, he also seemed like a good person, "Thanks." I muttered

"For what?", he looked confused.

"For helping me feel better.", my smile got bigger, "Now lets go eat, I'm starving!"

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He led me to the cafeteria and I picked out a simple soup. The broth was a warm yellow and it tasted wonderful. I sat alone at a table, and to my surprise, B sat down in the seat across from me. "Hi." I said.

"Hello. How are you adjusting?"

"I'm doing well, it's just, well, this place is huge and I feel overwelmed." I spoke quietly.

He looked at me for a few seconds and then smiled. "It's just cause your new. It gets easier."

He had a jar of strawberry jam on the table. He then proceeded to stick his whole hand inside and began to eat the jam. I felt my stomach retaliate and I felt nauseous. I averted my eyes and continued eating my soup. B was as odd as L was. We ate in a comortable silence. I coulden't stand it any more, and blurted out, " Why do you eat so much jam?" I the covered my mouth with ,y hands, embarresed.

He chuckled, and said," I don't even know myself, but I love jam." I was mortified I had asked him, it was none of my buisness. He noticed my look and smiled good-naturedly, "It's alright, I get asked a lot." Relif flooded my body. I was afraid I had insulted the one person who wanted to be my friend.

I smiled weakly and spoke, "S-so," dammit," How long have you been here?"

"Since I was 7. So about four years." So he was eleven. Huh. He was looking at me with that red gaze. Looking into those eyes, my whole body froze. I felt my heart thud painfully into my rigcage and my breathing was the only thing I heard. The rest of the world faded.

I bit my lip and tore my eyes away from his. My heart still beat quickly, but I was in control again. I needed to leave, before I did something stupid. I forced a smile, "I'm soryy B, I'm not feeling well. I'll see you later."

I all but ran from the table and from the red-eyed boy.

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I arrived back to my room in minutes. I threw open the door and slammed it behind me. I breathed heavy for a few moments, and then I looked up. The room was dark, save for a beam of moonlight that shone through the window. I walked towards the window and placed my hands on the sill. I breathed slowy, trying to calm myself down. The room was cool. Calming. I closed my eyes and let the cool air and the darkness of the room surround me.

Thoughts of red eyes, and boys with letters for names consumed me. The world made no sense. I gripped the sill. I tightened my jaw and tryed to compose my self and banish the strange thoughts.

I shook my head and opened my eyes. I walked to my dresser and opened the middle and bottom drawers. I then pulled out a pair of matching white cotton pajamas, and grabbed my brush off the top of the dresser. I set the clothes on my bed and pulled the ponytail out of the hair. I pulled the brush through my blonde hair and pulled the pajamas on. I walked back to the dresser and put the brush back on the top of it.

I made my way to the bed and pulled back the coforter and second sheet and slipped into bed.

I hoped that the next time I saw B I would react better.

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