B had his hands in his pockets. He walked around the apartment lazily, moving to the fridge. He grabbed a jar of jam and sat down at the kitchen table with it. He didn't bother to use his fingers and just upended the jar into his mouth. Now that he had gotten some sugar, he could think.

This was a game, and he was winning? Mail was alive but he was going to die in another day. Choices, choices. He could always kill Mail that day and bring back the old L.A case, but the time wasn't right. He'd have no time to find people to help him, and by help he meant kill.

The main focus of this seemingly frivolous exercise? Not to torment Mail, of course not. The main point was to surpass L. Unfortunately it is surprisingly difficult to destroy a dead man. They cannot feel ridicule or paint so he'd have to be creative.

"Hey, B" Matt's rough voice jolted him out of his pensive state.

"Yes?" He absentmindedly swipped his finger around the rim of the sticky jar.

Matt grabbed the jar from B "What in the hell are you doing?"

"Eating my jam. Stop acting like such a child." He pouted and reached for his jam, not getting from his crouched position.

"Acting like a child? What are you playing at you bastard?" The jar was dashed to the ground, covering the tile in stars.

"I'm not playing, I'm also not going to clean that up. " B crossed his arms and looked away from Matt.

He knew what he was doing, frustrating Matt. If he did he might be able to get some information from him. The act fooled Miss Misora years ago so why not now? Acting is part of the game afterall.

Matt seethed and grabbed B's shirtfront. "Listen here, you are not about to try and kill me and then not even say why! I want to know right now why I shouldn't strange you with by bare hands!"

"Manners Mail." B raised a finger and shook it in the other man's face, the other hand reaching for the black jack concealed in his pants.

"My name is Matt!" He let go of B's shirt and pushed him back violently. "I'm getting out of here!"

"Aww, Don't leave me all alone!" His petulant tone only caused Matt's anger to rise.

"Shut up! I'm getting my gun back and when I do you're going to die!" B smiled and started to laugh.

"Kyah, Kyah, Kyah!" He smiled menacingly. "Thank you Mail, I haven't had a reason to laugh in a long time. I was practicing so well too."

"What in the hell are you doing?"

"If you kill me...how will you kill Kira. I assure you, killing me will prove fairly difficult. I have trouble killing myself!" Ahh now nice, an authentic laugh and a truth telling. This day was proving to be very fruitful.

"You're not bullet proof. I know Kira's hideout, his real name, I'm going to go over there and kill him myself. No illusions, no mind games, just two men and a shot of lead."

"And you used to be number three. I guess being subservient to Mihael decreased your intelligence. Being so cocky can't be good for your health." B got up and wandered to the fridge, aware of Matt's stare. He grabbed a jar of jam and raised it in a toast. "Good luck with your suicide mission."

"Well what do you suggest then?" Matt asked with fake enthusiasm.

"I'll get you to Kira. It shouldn't be hard. You leave your important documents out so I've already memorized the location." He gulped down the thick paste.

"Like I'd ever trust you." Matt started picking the caulking off the windows.

"You shouldn't. Especially as you've just turned your back to me." B threw the jam at Matt's head. Matt stumbled and B took that opportunity to shove Matt in his room.

"Time out!" He sang as he locked and barricaded the door. He went to the kitchen to clean up the glass, whistling to the beat of Mail's beatings against the door.

He'd cut his foot on the glass just there and he could feel the bottom of him foot become wet, leaving footprints around. He picked up the glass between his thumb and forefinger, throwing it in the trash.

He moved to the kitchen table, crouching on a chair he took out his cellphone.

426-5472.

The phone rang several times. It was picked up finally by a young man with a smooth voice. He assumed it was Light. Looking through Mello's files on the Kira case, B got down to the case.

"Hello?"

"Hello Kira." B smiled, he could hear a sharp intake of air.

"Excuse me? I believe you have the wrong number."

"No, this is Light Yagami, or Kira's cellphone number."

"I'm not Kira. However, if you have information of Kira I'd be glad for any information." The tone was polite, formal, but clipped short.

"Okay then, I have a certain person named Mail Jeevas. He's of no use to me, but perhaps you could take him under your loving wing." He kept his tone light and airy but listened hard to Light.

"Mail Jeevas? Never heard of him. If he was information about the Kira case, tell him to phone me himself. Now, good day."

B sighed as he hung up as he heard the dial tone sound. Well, that was one job down, that man was definately Kira. Now he would have to meet him. This man is L's arch rival. It should be fun going to play with him.

Author's Note- I'm sorry for the incrediably late update! I got caught up with another fanfic. "Memories Need Cleaning Too". Yeah that was a shameless plug.

Many thanks to crimeson-plasma and Eva N loves you for their reviews...also reminding me to update. It's a sad fact, I update when I get more reviews. Another shameless plug.

I'll try to update by next weekend, Happy Thanksgiving Americans!