Chapter 5

His Silent Tears

Mail's throat was in bad shape and his eyes were bothering him even more despite the glasses. The nurses had to bandage his eyes again and the darkness that engulfed his vision made him tremble. He was mute and blind… who would want to be with a child so broken? He feared Mihael leaving him alone in this darkness but the boy simply would not to be moved from his place beside the redhead. Mihael talked to him in this darkness while everyone else stayed away. Mail wasn't allowed to leave the infirmary until they fixed his eyes. The solution came very simply in the form of a pair of goggles. The problem with the sunglasses was that light could get around the frames and into his eyes. A pair for goggles fixed this problem. The one to figure this out was none other than the strange teen who had visited Mail in the hospital.

The bandages were removed slowly with great care and he was instructed to keep his eyes closed. A tight band was placed around his head and plastic frames fitted over his eyes. He squeezed his friend's hand in worry but the blond simply said it would be okay. When all was finished he was told to slowly open his eyes. He did as instructed and blinked. The first thing he saw was Mihael standing beside him grinning. The orange tint the lenses gave off made everything look so ethereal. Mihael looked like an angel with his smile and hair. The redhead wanted to tell him but when he opened his mouth to speak nothing came out.

He bit his lip looking like he was going to start crying but Mihael pulled him into a hug. "It's okay Mail. You'll find your voice. It will just take time." He smiled at his new friend nodding his head. Now that he could see better he got a real look at Mihael. The blond looked like younger Astha but where Astha had blue eyes this boy had more of an aqua coloring. It was interesting to see and he took the out stretched hand of the blond. They walked to an office where an old man was waiting. The man said his name was Roger and that since Mail was better he could now be placed in a room and given his classes. He tilted his head but nodded that he understood. He was told rules and times for breakfast and dinner, next came the days the rankings would be posted followed by what the institution was for. Training to become the next L, if one was smart enough and good enough they would be given a letter. Letters here were the older top students and he would not be able to obtain a place among them unless L himself said he was worthy.

As the man droned on and on Mail found his mind wandering and thinking about other things. Would the other children be kind like Mihael or would then ignore him? Who was L? What would happen if he didn't want to be the next L? He then told him that him that he would be given a room and he was to make a list of what he wanted for the room to make it homier. That was a rule that Mr. Wammy set for them. The children could have anything that could simulate their learning and make them feel comfortable in the house.

Mihael was different though. He talked about how it was L who had saved him. Mail smiled wishing he could answer his new friend's questions but until his voice healed he would be unable to. The first night in his new room alone was the worst. He kept seeing Astha's face and hearing him scream out in pain. The night his love died played over and over in his mind and all he could do was curl up into a ball and silently cry. As he sat there rocking back and forth his head would slam into the wall. The physical pain was so much better than the emotional pain.

From outside the room two children stood in front of the door wondering who was inside. He was called A, one of the older kids and next in line to become L. His paranoia was always running wild every day making him a nervous wreck of a boy. The girl beside him held a bunny rabbit in her arms chewing on the ear. She was the older boy's younger sister and was called Yvonna. She looked up at her brother before slowly opening the door and peeking in. The sight of the other boy silently crying broke her heart. She motioned for A to come closer and together they opened the door. Mail jerked his head up when his door open and met eyes with the two older kids. Yvonna spoke first, "You shouldn't hit your head like that. Other's are trying to sleep." Her voice was calm and sounded like bells. A walked over and sat beside him. "You know… Everyone cries their first night."

Mail reached out and grabbed his notebook writing down that he wanted Mihael. A read it and stood. "Yvonna will stay with you. I'll go get him." With that the older boy left. Yvonna stood in the room chewing her bunny's ear as she watched Mail. He was still crying when a very sleepy Mihael came in. He looked at the redhead and crawled into bed with him. "I'll keep you safe Mail," he said drifting back to sleep. Mail watched the two leave them alone and shut the door. Alone in the darkness with Mihael he curled up with the blond and cried. He was happy to have his new friend but still in the dark Astha's face haunted him. He couldn't keep the person he loved safe but he would help his friend. Mail silently vowed to never leave Mihael's side.

When A opened his door to go back to his bed a dark chuckle made him jump in fright. He had to cover his mouth to keep from yelling but when his blue eyes met the crimson ones of his boyfriend. "Don't do that B. I don't like people sneaking up on me." He sighed but stiffened when B wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. "Relax Alois, you act as though I'll kill you," the deep voice purred into his ear. A pulled away staring wide eyed at the other. "I told you to stop calling me that B. We can't share our real names with any one," A said sounding as if death could hear them. He didn't know how the other boy knew his name but he insisted on saying it.

B just rolled his eyes going and laying on the bed. "Stop fussing over it. I like your name it sounds nice and rolls off the tongue so easily. Alois Azure, much better than mine." Beyond Birthday… his parents must have been cracked out of their minds to name their son such a stupid thing. But now he seemed hypocritical towards that, this place had taken his name and tried to erase whom he was. He hated this house with such a passion he could almost walk out burning it to the ground.

A was a stone he clung to in order to keep the madness away. Despite being a jumpy mouse he was a strong person when he needed to be. A was a true progeny of this hell. Marble Children, as B would call them, with one small light. Mihael refused his name just as B did. He was too young to know that he would have to give it up but fought to keep it. He could see himself in the small blond. Beyond gazed at A and took him in his arms again. "You're tired. Let's get some sleep." The brunette nodded and followed as Beyond moved them to his bed. He lay down and curled his body around B's. Sleep came quickly to him while B lay awake staring up at the white ceiling. He could never sleep in a bed. It was odd but he just couldn't fall asleep, in truth he knew why. Oh well, he would wait until Alois was fully asleep before moving.

That first night in the house was always tough… everyone cried his or her first night. Well almost everyone, one child laughed unable to contain his joy at being free from his wretched life. Till he learned of this new hell awaiting him.