XD Chapta' six bishes! I didn't think I'd make it this far really…

Anyway… At the moment, Ame-chan is still unconscious, but not for fackin' long. She's dreaming about some crazy-ass redhead who looks like a girl version of Matt throwing alarm clocks at her head*, if anybody's wondering.

* xXGoody Not-So-Great MeXx; you should know what the hell I'm talking about, if you still recall our conversation 'bout my other fanfic Adopted. It's okay if ya don't.

Oh, and I'm drunk off strawberry soda. That is some good shit and it tasted like strawberry cheesecake! I'm drowning my sorrows in Fanfiction and sweets, and I hate mother nature right now (Girls, you know what that means), so you can't fackin' blame me if this story turns out like shit! After this, I'm going to go sit and wait for reviews in my dark little corner and grow mushrooms. (Tamaki! X3)

Enjoy please.

What the fuck!? Some crazy-ass chick is throwing alarm clocks at my head! She kind of looks like Matt with blue eyes… but other than that… why the hell is she throwing these at me! And why do they all say 9 in the afternoon(1)!? I ought to punch that bitch in the face! Oh shit… an alarm clock is heading right for my face!

"Amethystte." I heard a voice call my name, and groggily shook my hand toward it, as if I were trying to shoo a fly away.

"Be gone foul beast…" I mumbled, half-asleep. I heard the voice sigh. I opened an eye to see a girl with brown hair and green eyes. "Wait… you're… that one kid… from the hall… with the hair… and the face…" I murmured incomprehensibly, still somewhat out of it.

"Amethystte, really, wake up, it's dinner time. I don't know if you remember or not, but when Mello, Matt, and Near came to get you up, you kicked them all in a very uncomfortable spot and then told them to go to… a very bad place. Now they're all too scared to come up here." She said.

"Really?" I asked. I didn't recall doing that at all. Then again, I tend to sleepwalk/sleep talk, according to Frankie. She once told me that I get a little violent like that too. I kind of felt bad for the boys, seeing as I live here now. "Wait… food?" I suddenly recalled her saying dinner time.

Faster than lightning, I hopped out of the bed. The girl grinned. "Yeah, now come on!" She said cheerfully.

"Finally! Something to eat!" I sighed, then kept talking. "Actually, the last somewhat decent meal I had was when I went to get a blueberry smoothie with Frankie before she dropped my ass off at this weird-ass asylum for 'genius little kids'. No offense." I said. The girl smiled. "None taken."

"By the way, what's your name?" I asked.

"Linda."

"Nice. Apparently you already know who I am, but I'm not going to ask how. I'm not so good at Spanish, but doesn't Linda mean pretty?" I wondered, now half-talking to myself. The brunette raised an eyebrow, which I shook my head slowly at, a hand on my head. "Don't mind my ramblings and whatnot, I tend to talk a lot and say a ton of shit I don't mean when I'm tired and/or hungry." She nodded like she understood.

"Okay, but you know, it's not good for you to curse like that. It can become a habit and that can end up really bad for you, and soon you'll start joining gangs, and doing drugs, and getting tattoos, and―"

"Woah. Linda. Jeez. I'm only twelve, and don't worry, I'll be fine." I waved my hands around, for no reason actually. (AN: Holy crap it's 3 AM!) "Besides, words are words. If it's not illegal, I assume it's safe. And don't start saying that 'tha pen ish mightier than tha sword!' crap, 'cause the sword can cut the fackin' pen's ass right in half!" I said defiantly, proud of my smarticle rant. My shoulders suddenly slumped down until my back was bent the way L's was. There was silence for a whole ten seconds, before―

"I like lampshade." I smiled stupidly.

I usually have no control whatsoever of my actions when I'm tired and/or hungry.

(AN: This actually happens to me all the time. It gets rather interesting sometimes, like when I have too many cookies! XD But of course you don't wanna hear the author's notes, so what are you waiting for? Get back to the story bishes!)

Yeah, I'm totally bad-ass.

Suddenly, I realize we're in front of some doors. But not just any doors! Magic doors that lead to… dun dun duuuuuun! A dining room apparently! I did a bit of math in my head, but not enough to strain what little of a brain I have left at the moment. Dining room = Food. Food = Not being hungry. Not being hungry = Happy Amethystte. Happy Amethystte = No harm caused to people in close range of said violent little girl.

It didn't take me long to find a short line of kids in line to get food.

Only one word of that sentence in my mind actually struck a chord there. FOOD! I walked up behind the last kid, grabbed a plate, and waited as patiently as I could for the lazy ass people in front to hurry the hell up before I get pissed off.

FINALLY I got to the front, and guess what they had. Some really good lookin' medium rare steak, fruit slices, and grilled corn on the cob. Oh my god, I'm in heaven. I wondered why they'd actually bother getting such nice food like this, but then I thought about the fact that food help brain grow and brain need grow to be L.

Wow, that was one of the stupidest things I've ever fackin' thought.

Plate piled up high with many good things to eat (Or perhaps inhale, considering my hunger level), it didn't take long to find a patch of yellow, then red, and then white close by. Knowing already that it was my fanboys/stalkers/personal rapists, I headed right for them. Not one of the smartest places to be, but hey, do you really think anyone else would let me sit next to them? I'm completely crazy!

I cautiously sat at an empty spot across from the three to see Matt and Mello playing rock paper scissors, the food in front of them almost completely forgotten. "Whatcha doooooin'?" I sang, sounding like some cartoon character from this show I came across while I was flipping through the channels. I can't remember the name of it. Ferbias and Phinearb maybe? Eh. Who knows.

Anyway, Near answered my question. "They were fighting over you in a 'sophisticated manner'." He said monotonously. Mello flicked him on the forehead.

"Nuh uh! We were just playing a simple game. Nothing else, especially not having a contest to see who would sleep with Amethystte first." He said. Matt covered the blonde's mouth and laughed nervously. "Nothing. Nothing at all." A forced smile appeared on his face. I eyed them suspiciously, lifting a piece of steak to my mouth.

Oh my god, this stuff tastes even better than it looks, if that's even possible!

We then ate in silence, save the voices of everyone else around us. While I was eating, I thought about what's fucked up about my life. Let's see… I'm a completely normal girl who got abandoned by her jackass parents and dumped into a madhouse orphanage for intelligent children leaning to grow up to take the smartest man in the world's place when said genius dies, three boys are insanely in love with me, one of which is practically a rapist, but I'm not naming anyone specific *CoughcoughMELLOcoughcough*, not even my room is safe from my psycho fanboys, and to top it all off, I keep worrying that the crazy girl from my dream is going to come to life and chuck alarm clocks at my head.

Well, you'd be screwed up too if you had an IQ of 130 at the age of 9 and rich-ass parents who never paid attention to you.

Sometimes I think that my life is being controlled by some bored hyperactive thirteen year old with a laptop and too much god damned imagination.

In the real world---

The authoress realizes what she just typed and looks at her hands suspiciously, wondering why she put that in there and if her hands have minds of their own… O.O

In the 'real' world---

I shrugged and turned my attention to the boys. Near was quietly eating his food, stealing glances at me when he thought I wasn't looking, Matt was patiently listening to Mello's ranting, staring at me the whole time and nodding occasionally, and Mello was rambling on about how much he hated guys who thought they were better than girls, most likely trying to impress me.

Dinner passed by quickly, and before I knew it, my stomach was almost full enough to the point of exploding. I'm one of those people who can eat a truckload of whatever the hell they want and not look a bit like they gained an ounce of weight (AN: Like L and the authoress.). We stood up as most of the people in the dining room were walking out and followed them to the hall, offers from the fanboys to walk me to my room following me halfway there before I turned around and threatened to punch them if they didn't shut the fack up. They were immediately silenced by that and Blondie and emo redhead went back to fighting over me in a 'sophisticated manner'.

I totally would've gotten lost in the never-ending maze of halls if Mello hadn't suddenly grabbed my shoulders and steered me into the other direction. At first I was a little paranoid and turned around and slapped him, but then Matt told me that that was the way to our rooms. "Oh… sorry Mello…"

As I was closing the door, I heard Mello say, "G'night, don't let the BBs bite!" and then heard Matt laugh loudly. I raised an eyebrow, but just assumed they meant something like bed bugs, not that I believed in those. I did when I was four though… I didn't sleep in my room for weeks after Frankie said that… I still shudder at the memory…

I decided to go through the crapload of stuff in my closet to find my pajamas.

I sighed. Shoes and socks, shoes and socks, oh look! More shoes and socks!

Once I got through the barrier of footwear, I actually started looking through the other stuff. I tugged out six pairs of jeans, some skirts I'd probably never wear in this lifetime, a couple of shirts, and a black dress with green and yellow flowers!? I told Frankie not to buy me that one! (AN: T.T I hate that dress…) Aha! Found them!

My pajamas were probably a size too big, but they were really nice, and they used to be my grandmas. They were a dark teal color and really silky, and they had buttons in the front. They made my face go like this  X3. I slipped them on quickly and got under the covers, staring at the ceiling that wasn't blocked by the top bunk. I noticed suddenly that there was a square on the ceiling that went upwards. It kind of looked like one of those attic doors that you had to push on and move the part of the ceiling to get into. I wondered what was in there…

And then it moved.

My eyes widened and I automatically covered the bottom half of my face with the blanket like a little kid. Oh my god, what was moving it? Who was moving it?

Suddenly, someone's face poked out. I screamed, briefly wondering if that mysterious killer Kira I'd been hearing about recently had just killed me with whatever he uses to give people heart attacks.

Anyway back to the person who was currently staring at me interestedly, an amused smirk on his face.

He looked a lot like L upside down, with his mess of black hair and bags under his eyes that looked like someone had decided to draw circles around his eyes with a black marker. In fact, he looked exactly like the detective, except for the fact that he had bright red irises, instead of L's thin rim of dark grey. What made his eyes that color? Or, a more important question, who the hell was he?! Or even more important, WHY THE FUCK WAS HE IN MY ROOM!? "Hey. I'm BB. Who are you?" He asked casually.

"G'night, don't let the BBs bite!" So that's what Mello was talking about…

(1) Panic! At The Disco. (Just in case, I don't own them, but that would be so cool if I did. Copyright, you never know what they might do.) Had it stuck in my fackin' head all day...

Yup. Beyond Birthday has officially been introduced to the story. Congratz to me. X3

So, what'd you think? It probably sucked, didn't it...

(Please review, I could really use something to motivate me to keep going *going as in living, updating, and everything in general* so... REVIEW OR I WILL FIND JOO DX!!!!!)