I didn't expect this to be a companion fic, but I had an idea and I went with it! So this is a companion fic to my story Detective A~ If you haven't read that please do~

How did I, B.B, come to Wammy's house? I was there shortly after L because of my mother. My father left my mother shortly after I was conceived. She never let me see a picture of him. I don't think she had a picture of him anymore.

My mother was a pleasant woman; she always tried to please me and in return I didn't fuss much. She had long black hair with lovely blue eyes. She didn't smile often, but when she did it was beautiful. It made me wonder why my father ever wanted to leave my mother. Now that I think about it. It was probably because of me.

I loved my mother for keeping me with her. As I got around the age of five she started acting different towards me. She wasn't the same pleasant woman anymore; she was rash and horrid. She started screaming at me about my father. I remember her yelling something in particular once. "You made your father leave! I hate you!" she balled. Then she slapped me across the face for crying with her. She gasped and I could see the regret in her eyes. She pulled me into a hug and cooed me to sleep. She told me she wouldn't hit me ever again, and that she was sorry.

I believed her.

Things went back to normal and she acted like the pleasant woman I loved. In the back of my head I always wondered if she would hit me again.

She did.

Some night's she would just beat me mercilessly. It was only with her hands though. This continued for two years, and on one night in particular when I was seven she lost it. This caused me to go to Wammy's. I spilled my plate of food one night onto the floor and she hit me with a small pan, repeatedly. I screamed, cried, and begged for my life. I felt blood run everywhere and I was beginning to get very cold and numb.

I looked up at my mother for the last time. She looked so angry and vile. I didn't hate her, and I still don't. I deserved what she did to be. I made my father go away, I made her happiness go away.

After looking up at her I just remember blackness.

When I woke up from the darkness there was a blinding light. I ended up in the hospital. Someone had found my mother beating me to death, and stopped her. I didn't know whether to hate that person for putting my mother behind bars, or thank them for saving me.

That's when I met Quillish Wammy. In the hospital; he came to my with his wrinkly face and smiled down at me. I could see his name above his head along with random numbers. "I've heard great things from you little boy. Do you want to come with me to my orphanage?" he asked.

I knew my mother was gone, out of reach, but I didn't want to go with him. I had nowhere else to go though. "Fine," I murmured.

"What's your name?" Quillish questioned.

"B…." I couldn't remember. I still can't remember what my name was. I looked up at a chuckling Quillish. I wasn't amused; I was scared. How could I not remember my own name?

"Well that's perfect B because you will be known as B by all the children. If you are as smart as people tell me you are then you will stand for Backup," he smiled that damn happy smile.

"What will I be a 'Backup' for?" I asked puzzled.

"For L," he said simply as he got up and left the room. I didn't see Quillish Wammy again until he came and picked me up from the hospital. He was too busy with L I suppose.

I was scared and alone when I came to Wammy's. I didn't know anyone, but then again who did? The high building was so intimidating, but there were children spread across the lawn laughing and playing. Watari looked down at my curiosity and smiled, "These children are here yet to be tested. Just orphans. Not orphans that I want in my orphanage yet." I shuttered at Quillish's odd nature. Who would dare turn away orphans because they weren't 'special?' Someone damn near a monster.

Quillish Wammy didn't show me to my room or try and make me feel welcomed. He showed me into a room with a younger looking man named… Rodger Ruvie. Rodger gave me many tests and looked thoughtfully at the end of each one. Finally after all of the tests he called Quillish back and they whispered behind my back. I didn't hear what they said, nor do I care what they said. They both turned to me though and welcomed me to Wammy's. They lead me to my room and left me alone.

I didn't know what to do.

I began to cry.

A knock came at my door and I froze in place looking in horror towards the door. I tried to wipe my tears away before opening the door slowly. A girl around my age was standing there with her head cocked to the side. She looked at me and smiled sympathetically, "You okay? I thought I heard you crying."

She had long curly hair and delightful blue eyes. Almost like mother's. I looked above her; Alice Wammy. She was related to Quillish then? She waved her hand in front of my gawking face, "Hello?"

I flinched and blinked realizing I hadn't answered her question and had been staring. "Oh. No I'm not okay, but I think I will be," I whispered.

She held her hand out to me smiling, "Do you want to be friends? I don't know anyone else here. I am A!"

"I'm B," I introduced myself and took her hand. She giggled and led me through Wammy's and appearing into a rather dark and gloomy room. The only light coming into the room was the light from the hallway and the blue screen from a computer.

Alice turned around with a finger to her mouth to imply that I had to be quiet in here. I nodded and noticed her grip on my hand tighten as she tip toed through the endless piles of papers. I followed her as we made our way to the other side of a red velvet vintage chair in the middle of the room. Once we were beside the computer/computer desk we could see the occupant of the chair.

It was the first time I saw L Lawliet. He was sitting in an odd position; his head was laid down on his knees in an uncomfortable position on top of his hands. He couldn't have been too much older than I was. Alice let go of my hand and I began to feel scared again. What if she left me and went away with him? I didn't know my way around Wammy's.

But she didn't. She just shook his shoulder, which made him jump and bolt awake. He stared at me with the strangest black eyes. It was like looking into nothingness. He turned to Alice looking slightly confused, "Hello Alice. Please tell me who this is."

Alice looked back at me and smiled like my mother used to. It made me feel happy, and at home. "This is B," she said merrily.

L took his time staring me down. "I see, and is he in line for my seat?" L asked looking rather bored.

Alice looked sad all of a sudden and I wanted to punch L for making her look this way. "Yes. He's staying. He's your backup!" she exclaimed smiling again.

He nodded, "Then if you excuse me I would like to get back to my homework."

Alice nodded looking serious, "Sorry to bother you." She took my hand again making me feel safe.

"Nice meeting you too L Lawliet," I whispered while walking past him. The terror in his eyes was amusing.

I smirked while walking back into the hallway with Alice. She swung our arms as she lead us through Wammy's hallways. She taught me where the dining hall was, where I would most likely be taking classes with her (Which made me smile), and whatever else I needed to know.

That's why I love her. She helped me when no one else would. She was amazing, bright, happy-

"Is there a point to this Beyond?" the girl sitting in front of me snapped. "I don't remember asking you how you felt about A. I just want to know about Wammy's. Besides I thought L said A didn't look anything like me, even you said she didn't look anything like me!" she began to get frustrated.

I did say that didn't I? She had the blonde hair and blue eyes like Alice I suppose, but that didn't mean that she looked like her. If I recall L told her that Alice had purple hair, eyes, and liked to wear purple clothing. This was a lie. L just didn't want to think about the relation between them, the coward. She did enjoy the color purple though; she loved presents wrapped in purple, purple clothing, purple anything.

I shook my head at Alysa Zedler, "No Aly. You don't look like her. Your hair may be light blonde, but it wasn't as blonde as hers. Your eyes may be blue, but they aren't dark enough to be hers." She looked away sadly with tears beginning to form in her eyes. "You have what you wanted Alysa. You wanted to know about Wammy's, and now you do. Go back to L," I murmured.

She looked up at me with a sadness that was unbearable to look at. "He loves her more than anything doesn't he?" she whimpered.

I couldn't bear to look at her tears since they started dripping down her pale face. "No Alysa," I cooed.

She shook her head profusely, "Don't! I know he does."

I looked down at the floor somberly, "Yes he did love Alice, but she is dead," I choked, "He wants to be happy and I want you to be happy so just go with him. You guys obviously make each other happy!" Even if I have to help it stay a secret sometimes.

I looked up at her and she was smiling through her tears which made her look like she was crying with joy. "Thanks Beyond," she whispered close to my ear as she went to hug me. I pulled my arms protectively around her. I did want her to be happy, but I didn't want anyone to get to her like people got to Alice. I wanted to protect her from Kira, from L, and from myself. She let me hold onto her for some time before I thought she'd fall asleep and then I'd have L to explain to so I let go. She smiled at me and walked back to the hotel bedroom.

I was nearly crying myself. So many memories with you Alice. I wish you were here; you and Alysa would get along so well. She isn't you though, but she brings back the same kind of happiness you do, the same kind of secure serenity. I'll watch over her like I forgot to with you, I promise.

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