L tapped his fingers against his desk's edge lightly. Chewing on his lip instead of his thumb, he stared at the white paint of his wall, dyed a not quite shade of blue-grey by the laptop before him. He couldn't concentrate on anything but B. He couldn't even eat cake and taste it like before, not until he managed to get his revenge.

Blowing on the top of his cake, he knocked away a few of the remaining pieces of glitter he had left in his room, stabbing at the slice with his fork in anger.

Chicken pecking with his other hand, he typed in his new password, 'Rawr'. What could he say? Glitter pissed him off right now. Growling as that memory sprung to his mind, he cast a quick look around his room again, as if his new rival was going to pop out of the dark and attack him with a bottle of glitter personally. It had been three hours that he was stuck in the library while they cleaned his room with high powered vacuums, and washed all his clothes. That bastard had even layered the pages of his books with the damn party product.

He hated B right now.

Absolutely hated him.

Noise from his monitor caught his attention, and he looked at it sharply, seeing the girl he was keeping tabs on in her room. A laptop sat on her lap and she had a small smirk on her lips. She was up to something again, something she hadn't done for a while most likely.

Clicking away on the keyboard, he zoomed in on her, splitting the screen to show different angles as he worked on another laptop to have a live feed of her computer onto a free monitor. It didn't take long. A pile of web pages popped up on the screen, giving the URLs for multiple sites, all of them speaking of more sites which told of ancient myths or gods. She was researching something.

Sighing, he looked back to the video feeds and shook his head slowly, this girl was rather disappointing to tell the truth. She sat on her laptop for most of the day with her lights off, staring at the screen and using fake IP addresses to spy on others, all the while neglecting the world around her, school work, and the possibility that she might have the potential to be a regular teen… For some reason he felt like that life style seemed familiar.

Shrugging to himself, he turned away from the screen and chewed on the end of a thumbnail, sighing deeply and ignoring the remaining bites of his cake.

Revenge was back in his mind, and he knew just the thing to pull off, his dark eyes focused on the shiny brass handle of the bathroom door.

B walked slowly, his mind working overdrive on what he needed to do in order to complete his hack, and put the first step of his master plan into action. Wiping at his lower lip with his thumb, he blinked and nudged open his door with a curled toe, blinking as something wet hit the top of his head with a soft 'plink'.

He froze.

Eyes widened as he reached over, wasting no time in debating whether he could find out what it was without his light, and clicked the switch. His carpet was soaked, as well as his bed and dresser. Thankfully, who ever had done this had thought to cover his computers and such with plastic sheets, all of which were a chorus of soft plinks as the ceiling continued dripping on them.

Fighting the ruge to gulp, he made himself look up. Masses upon masses of wet paper towels clung to the ceiling and parts of the higher up walls, suds and water dripping from the newer mounds slowly.

His room looked like a fucking bat cave.

Fury rose up in his chest, making his mind go blank for a moment before he realized something. This was simply L's revenge.

Coolness erupted like a volcano in his chest, making him smile and hang his head. That meant L had been in his room, had spent time on B and B alone in order to hatch a plan against him. That meant he had his idol's attention.

With his mind somewhere else completely, B hit the call button for a janitor, smiling to himself in an innocent looking way.

It was time to show his moon, just how wonderful the dark could be.