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Part Three

I was glad the slash on my forehead healed, without getting stitches. I guessed he was going to torture me more after hurting my forehead, because I knew that he purposely didn't cut deep, enough to kill me. So fortunately, I didn't need stitches, but it did leave a scar. Well at least he was kind enough to lift up my bangs while he cut, so now I can hide the scar.

But after saying our names to each other, it felt like the ultimate trust even though we both knew it wasn't of course. We trusted each other so much, we showed each other everything. And there was only one exception that we both agreed on, which was B's bedroom. B has shown me every inch of his apartment, in every room, but his bedroom. One day I had asked why and he responded with an "It's messy." I had no choice but to accept his answer anyway.

However one day I couldn't bare the curiosity anymore.

"B~ I'm going to take a shower now~" I sang, springing up the stairs. B was sitting on the couch in that weird position eating his strawberry jam. He didn't know I lied, and I felt unbelievably wrong in every little cell that made up my body.

I passed right by my room and in front of B's bedroom. I very carefully, with so much caution, slowly turned the door knob. No click, no trap, no anything, I was in the clear. Well, he did trust me after all, why was I expecting him not to as so much to set up something for his bedroom door? I don't even know anymore… I'm confusing myself way too much and over thinking it.

I slowly opened the door, trying hard to not burst through in the suspense of it all. There was also the possibility of it creaking, so no opening it quickly. Thank God it didn't creak. I opened the door enough to slip into the room, and I gasped. He didn't lie about it being messy, at all. Even if I expected the typical kind of messy room.

The floors, the walls, the bed, even the ceiling were all littered with newspapers, loose leaf paper, and drawings of a look a-like to B. But what stood out the most was the uncountable number of L's, and of course the fast scribbled hand writing that covered all the pieces of what was once clean paper. I blinked, wondering if this was real or if I was dreaming. The old newspapers, the loose leaf papers, and the pictures were everywhere.

But what astonished me more than this insane bedroom was that he knew I was here.

The door slammed against a wall in his room, sending a tiny gust of wind among the papers that hung there. I stood still with my eyes shut tight in complete fear of what was going to happen. A very firm hand gripped me, digging nails into my wrist, and pulled me from the room. The force of his pull was so sudden I came close to falling over, which made my eyes open instinctively.

B slammed me against the wall which was hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs, hard enough to send a loud crack somewhere inside the wall. I dared to look up at him, being stupid as usual. His facial features were stricken with complete anger and with a clenched jaw; his red eyes burned bright which was very intimidating.

I had no idea what happened until I felt skin on my cheek open. I looked down at B's hand where my flesh was under his fingernails. He had slapped my cheek but with his very sharp nails, and now blood oozed down my face. My cheek started to swell up.

His face was up into mine. Sadistically he growled, "That was for lying to me…" He angled his nails at my left arm, "and this is for fucking our trust!" He dug his nails into my shoulder area and pushed down his hand, leaving a trail of five bleeding marks all down my arm.

I screamed not used to the feeling of rough nails against my skin.

B put a hand on my shoulder and another on my hand that was attached to my bleeding arm, making sure I wouldn't fall. He bent down and flicked out his tongue, touching it to my wrists where my cuts ended. He slowly and gently lapped at the blood on my arm, going all the way up to my shoulder.

"Beyond…" I whispered hoarsely. A part of me wanted him to stop so badly, but another part wanted him to keep going.

After he finished he let go of my shoulder and hand, letting me drop to my knees. "Don't disobey me… Or it could be worse next time you decide to do something like this," he walked off to get towels from the bathroom.

I touched my numb arm, my finger picking up a little amount of his saliva and my blood. I put my finger to my lips, and what I tasted was truly amazing.

I tasted blood and strawberry jam.

I sighed looking into the mirror, feeling the flashback all over again. After I cleaned off the sticky blood under my chin I looked at the five obvious pink scars that stretched down my arm.

B had told me that he knew I wasn't taking a shower because he didn't hear the water running after I went upstairs. He also explained about the whole obsession with the letter L and how it was an actual person, a person who was the world's smartest detective. B had just told me today that he wanted to surpass him. I didn't know, that's why I was shocked, which led me to getting my neck cut. I would've known if L was a detective if I read all the papers in his room he had told me, but I never really went back into his room after.

I've also been thinking about my blood. He licked my arm in the flashback I had just had, and he licked the knife just recently tonight… Was he a vampire or something? I shook my head, vampires aren't real… Was my blood sweet? I'm not even sure… I always thought blood tasted like copper since I was a little kid.

And another thing! Today and that day he caused the scars down my arm, and in the alley, I realized once he gets done with hurting me he turns emotionless. Will I ever find out what goes on in his insane mind?

I walked down stairs, now around 12 AM or something. Wow it must be late… I stood in the living room with the TV lights flickering around all over the walls.

"B…?" I whispered looking around for him, nowhere in sight. A figure came in from the front door, letting in a gust of warm wind from outside.

I walked up to him, "What were you doing outside?"

"Mailing a letter," B went to go sit down on the couch, gazing at the flashing TV with those intense eyes of his.

"To who?" I stood there awkwardly.

"The LAPD."

"Uh… I'm not sure what or who that is…" I wasn't in America long enough I guessed, or maybe I was just oblivious to America. I mean I did cut off my life from the world to a life of murdering. "What was the letter of?"

"A crossword puzzle."

"Why?"

He put his thumb to his mouth trying to hold back a smirk forming on his face, "it was just a warning…"

I tried my best to ignore that, "What's the date?"

"Considering it is…" he looked at a modern clock above the door he had just entered through recently, "12:27 AM, it is July 22nd."

"And… You put the letter in the mailbox this late at night?"

"Yes. Now go to bed, it is late."

I groaned," fine… Goodnight, B."

"Goodnight Ayano." No eye contact. How nice.

I sighed and walked up the stairs, dragging my feet. I walked past my room, not even sparing a glance as I walked into B's. Now that I have seen what's in there and what it's about, he didn't care, so he left the door open.

"Telling me to go to bed… Meh him…" I grumbled in a kidding way as I stacked up all the papers into a neat pile that was on his bed, and set them on the floor. I slid into the sheets, not caring whether he knew that I was going to sleep in his bed. He barely even slept in it anyway.

"My bed sucks anyhow ," I gave myself a whispered reason. "Besides, there was no rule against sleeping in his bed..."

I could tell Beyond Birthday has slept in this bed before, but not frequently like normal people. And since he's downstairs watching something and he told me to go to bed, he's probably not going to sleep here anyway. I sniffed the bed sheets, which held a faint smell of something… Something familiar…

Strawberry.

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