I'm sorry my beautiful readers but I was so busy that I had no time to upload a write more! Dx So I will just leave this here nowww...

By the way, here is a fluffy chapter. Well... in a very creepy.. Well, BB, way. So I hope you all enjoy! :D

Part Six

Those nine days went by painfully slow and I was a nervous wreck inside. Of course I suppressed it inside myself and kept out the spazzy eagerness on the outside, it was just my nature. I even occasionally found myself pouncing on B like a little mischievous cat. And one day when I tried to act like a kitty, it lead to more deeper actions.

"BB!~" I whined hugging onto his leg, preventing him from walking anywhere.

"Yes?" Ooh… A hint of annoyance.

"Meow."

I could just feel the mental face palm radiating from B.

"Can I go to my computer now?"

Pouting like the little sad kitty I was, I reluctantly let go. He walked away.

I glared at the floor silently. Footsteps on the stairs soon broke my intense glaring match. I saw B start to walk up the stairs with a laptop in one of his arms. As I sprang up from the floor and onto my hands and feet, he gave me a quick look of slight confusion but shook his head and continued walking. I giggled and crawled up the stairs after him giving an occasional "meow".

B walked into his bedroom and sat on the bed, opening the silver laptop.

"Meow?" This was unusual to see him on the bed while working on research… Even him on his own bed was unusual.

"You can sit on the bed if you want."

"I was going to anyway." He didn't respond, which I was used to by now. I crawled up on the bed and sat at the end of it, staring at the floor. I heard mutterings from B but I tried to ignore them. If they weren't directed for me to hear then I simply didn't care.

I sighed and laid back, closing my eyes. Thinking time~, I sang in my thoughts. I want to eat a poptart. I wonder… If Beyond was a poptart, what flavor would he be? I laughed softly to myself, Strawberry all the way! Now if I was a poptart I'd be…. I'd be… Random fruits came to my mind until I got satisfied with one. Pomegranate? No… Is there even such a poptart flavor? …Cherry? Yummy but no… Fudge! Wait that's no fruuuit…

"Ayano."

I know now! Blueberry! Yes so delicious~

"Ayano."

"Wha?! Oh…" I turned my sight on B and smiled sheepishly, "Heyyyy B…" I gave a little wave that was somewhat of a habit.

He sighed and kept his eyes on his laptop as he typed, "I can recall you saying you couldn't wait much longer for your lust of blood to be filled, correct?"

Blinking, unsure of where he was going, I answered, "Um yeah I guess so… But why do you ask?"

"Because I can help you with that."

The murders won't happen until two more days though. What the hell is going on in your head…?

B continued to remain quiet until I responded. My eyes drifted to the floor as I focused on any stumbling over words, "What do you mean…?"

"I mean that you can do anything you want so you can get rid of the want for it."

"…Like kill?"

"Not exactly."

Darn, I thought I had it. Well now I am utterly lost.

"I can tell you're confused," he sighed. "What I'm trying to say is you can do whatever you have to with me so you don't have to feel uneasiness over blood lust anymore."

I fastened my eyesight on the floor as I tried to restrain myself from trembling. B's words still echoed in my mind eerily and I was sure I didn't know how to respond. An awkward kind of silence filled the air as we just sat there idly.

Hearing the laptop getting picked up and sat somewhere farther from where B was sitting set uncertainty in my veins. The bed moved slightly and I found myself on the floor under B himself. I kept an emotionless expression as I stared at his face and every detail that made it up.

B's wide eyes narrowed slightly and he gripped both of my arms, "why can't you answer like a normal person would?"

I cringed at his harsh words, "maybe I'm not normal…"

"I offered you something that almost means as much as life itself to you and you can't even give me a reply," His voice grew with irritation. "Give me an answer, Ayano."

I closed my eyes and reached for the pocket of his pants. Unfolding the knife from the hard plastic surrounding it, I opened my eyes to be met with his. B raised the palm of his hand to his pocketknife that I held. Slowly I breathed out, and in the same moment I sunk the knife into the center of his hand. I was hit with a rush of guilt, like I was forcing him to do this when I knew full well that he offered.

B's eyes were closed, letting me do as I wished. Softly I dragged the blade down his palm and scarlet lines trickled from the open cut. I took my other hand and touched a drop with my index finger and brought it to my lips. Always have I wondered what his blood would taste like… Since he had tried mine before. And to be honest, it was sweet. Like strawberry jam.

It was a little weird to realize that he was now staring at me. "I never thought I'd see the day when you're the one who has the knife," He offered humor to the odd silence.

A warm sensation filled my cheeks and I pushed him off softly, "I'm sorry I can't do this… I-It's sort of awkward you know? Because I've never done this before…"

"I can't say that I know the feeling because I was always able to do that easily," A smirk threatened to play on his lips.

"Well, I'm used to you doing stuff like that and I-I'm not… So…" I turned my head to look away.

"Shit."

Slowly I turned around to face him with a what-the-heck-was-that face. Then I noticed that the blood had traveled from his hand into the soft grey carpet.

I sprang up on my feet instinctively, "I'll go get a towel and whatever cleaner I can find I think!" My mind ran quickly as I scrambled down the stairs and under the kitchen sink where I kept the cleaning supplies. Expecting to stay in B's house I always thought of ways I wouldn't over stay my welcome.

When I got into B's room I found him still sitting on the floor. He was staring at the pool of blood that soaked into the carpet. "Beyonddd…" I whined, sitting on my knees and spraying the dark splotch with carpet cleaner. "You at least could've gotten up and washed yourself off."

My eyes met his and the flashback of what just happened earlier washed over everything else. I looked down silently with that warm feeling back in my cheeks.

Slowly I scrubbed the dark red off the carpet and heading into the bathroom to get a dark towel to clean of B's hand. I lifted up his hand and gently rubbed the wet towel against his skin. Guilt tugged inside my chest, I just couldn't help feeling like I forced him to let me stab him.

And to think that today started off so peaceful and happy…

I dared to look up into his eyes one more time and what I saw still amazed me. There, flickering in his dark orbs, was some form of emotion… It wasn't sadness or anger… I just couldn't tell since he kept his emotions a secret all the time.

"Look at how close we are…" I whispered and held up our hands that were almost entwined with one other. My heart skipped a beat as I leaned my forehead up against his. Also, I could have sworn I felt some sort of energy rush through his body into mine. This was the closest I have ever been to Beyond and probably as far as I will ever get, but I cherished it greatly. Because of the little space in between us I could make out every little red and grey speck in his eyes… They were beautiful.

When he started to pull away, getting up, I jumped at him and hugged him tightly. Once I embraced him I didn't want to let him go… I felt somewhat safe when close to him but for what reason I didn't know.

I felt him stiffen and I reluctantly let go. I didn't want to irritate him if not any more than I might have already. I sighed to myself mentally.

He stood up grabbing his laptop from the bed and walked out of his room leaving me on the floor with the bloody towels.

Sooooo hows it going? ;D Just you and me now... okay sorry xD I had to write that. Anyway, yeah. So did you enjoy it? Give me your thoughts on how this came out! Criticism is encouraged? xD