I opened my eyes after a moment of silence, looking expectantly up at my new doctor. The story had ended. There was nothing else to tell about that event. I made a promise to myself and to the doctor - not that I really cared about him - that I would tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Besides, what did I need to lie for, anyway? We both knew Kira would kill me eventually, it was really only a matter of days, wasn't it? I didn't have much time. I might as well let the world know everything I've done and gone through.

"I see." Dr. Phillip pushed his glasses up with one finger on the bridge of his nose, looking down at that dumb clipboard in his hands and finishing up his notes. Why would he be taking notes if the camera was still rolling? I wanted to ask this, but yet again, did not find it important enough to inquire about.

"You mentioned an Aiden Hades quite a few times, didn't you? Tell me about him?" Dr. Phillip asked hesitantly. My attention snapped back up to him with a bone chilling glare, automatically feeling defensive on this topic, and squirming a bit in the straightjacket. As if that would do me any good. "I didn't kill him." I stated bluntly, legs swinging back and forth absentmindedly at a normal pace from where I sat at the small interrogation table. Now that I really took the time to study it, it actually did resemble the table I was forced to sit at back in jail at age fourteen...

"I never said you did." The doctor blinked and held up both hands, shaking his head. His facial expression did look innocent enough.. So perhaps I could believe him. Even if I didn't, there'd be nothing threatening I could do, restrained like this. "I want to know about him, BB. Tell me, what were you two? Good friends, huh? How did you two meet?" He decided to start off by asking an easy memory, huh? Sounded simple enough.. I know how doctors work, I know exactly what they go for.. And I try to beat them at their own mind games..

"The day I met A.." I sighed, looking down at my lap and chewing on the inside of my bottom lip, as I easily recalled my first day in Wammy's House...

Flashback

Ever since I was born into the world as Rue Ryuzaki, I was always a troublemaker. A nightmare, as mother might have put it, back before she died in a train accident. I was a little demon, according to various adults and children. Demon spawn, was another popular one. And I always believed it. But I didn't know how to deal with such sad emotions inside me. I figured that if no one would ever take the time to get to know me, judging me immediately by my vibrant crimson red eyes to be evil, then I would show them evil. I never stopped tormenting the other children. I actually ended up proving everyone right.

But one day.. Someone different showed up. His real name wasn't revealed to anyone - Though I was already able to find out by simply glancing above the new kid's head - But he was allowed to go by the letter 'A'. A for alternate, they said. B for backup, they said. That was how it always was, no matter how much A and I despised those aliases. Alternate. Backup.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, here.

When I first talked to A, he was sitting by himself in the library, head buried in a thick book. Like the kind I would read. A mystery book, I remember. I figured A would be just another new kid to torture every day, maybe his reactions would be fun enough to focus on him more than the others. I knew from the moment he stepped in the door, that A was interesting. More intriguing than any of the others could ever hope to be. But why?

"Aiden Hades." I greeted from behind him with my signature smirk, rocking back and forth absentmindedly on my heels and studying the blonde up and down. His blue eyes widened slightly in surprise to learn that someone else knew his birth name, staring right back at me innocently, and taking in my appearance. My shining crimson red hues. He was staring at them. Would he end up being afraid of me as well? That wouldn't be very fun.

But it was different! He turned around more in the chair to face me and gave a soft smile, closing the book and setting it down on the table with a small wave. "B. Watari told me who you were." A glanced over at the empty chair beside him, gesturing towards it. "Would you like to sit with me?" It was my turn now to be genuinely shocked, since I certainly was not expecting a reaction like this! What, was he expecting to be friends or something? Why? Surely, Watari or Roger must have told A to be careful around me. They have to other children. So why was Aiden Hades not following these orders?

"You... Want me to sit with you?" I asked dumbly, confidence definitely lowering now and standing completely still, almost as if my feet were glued to the floor. "Uh huh." A nodded with another smile. "Why is that surprising? I've heard a bit about you, but you don't seem as scary as the others make you out to be. You actually seem like someone who could be a great friend." He gave a thumbs up with a laugh...

No.

No.

This is not what happened.

I'm sorry.

I promised I wouldn't lie.. But here I go again.

Aiden and I weren't friends from the start.

He did try to avoid me at first.

I was intrigued by him. I followed him and.. Almost stalked him in a way.

The first time we met, he told me he thought my eyes were cool. No one had ever said that to me before. I wasn't at all intimidating to him, and that interested me greatly. Shortly after saying that, he picked up his book quickly, and exited the library, leaving me behind. That's the moment I decided, I could not possibly let Aiden go. So I followed him whenever I could, whether I stayed hidden or decided to make it obvious. And eventually... Eventually we started talking on a normal basis.

Aiden Hades was the nicest and most pleasant human I will ever know. He always cheered me up whenever I seemed upset. He gave me hugs... I'd never hugged anyone before. My Mom didn't count, she only hugged me a few times when I was extremely young. Before I even had a memory.

A never liked strawberry jam. He said it was too sweet, but he still tried it for me. No, his thing was blueberry jam. He loved that stuff. Sometimes we'd mix the two jars in a big bowl to make purple, and it was actually very delicious. Even after leaving Wammy's House, I would still buy both blueberry and strawberry jam to mix it into purple for a few jars. A and B's special flavor.

We knew almost everything there was to know about eachother. I knew he was an only child, just like me. I knew his Mom and Dad died in a fire accident in their building, and that a neighbor managed to save his life. I knew he enjoyed mathematics more than anything else school related, and he offered to help me on the homework I could never seem to complete on my own. He was a star student. He was ten times smarter than I.

I knew he loved reading mystery books, and we read novels together as we got older. I knew whenever he concentrated, whether it be writing or reading, he'd lick his lips or bite the lower one without even realizing. I thought it was cute. But I hadn't told him this until a year before his death, when we were twelve. When we first met that day in the library, we were six.

The more I got to know A's outgoing and amazing-in-every-way personality, the more I fell for him. His laugh.. Truly was contagious. His smile as well. I loved it. I loved him. The day I met A changed my life, because after that, I knew I would always be happy whenever I was with him.

One time, we were watching a movie on the television in my room, and a romantic scene came on. This was before we discovered our feelings for eachother, so I glanced over to snicker at the flustered expression on his face. "You're blushing." I pointed out with a smirk, casting my gaze back up to the screen. "It's just kissing, A." He huffed and covered his cheeks with his hands, as if tha would make his blush fade quicker. "I know. But still." He looked over at me, and my hand. I always did wonder why he did that. Was it because he wanted to hold my hand? I wish I knew. I would've held his before he had the chance to even make a move.

"What? You won't be kissing someone you love, then?" I chuckled, raising an eyebrow and turning my attention back to A, the one I secretly wanted to kiss. I found myself sneaking peaks down at his lips as he talked, as if I wanted to lean in and share a first kiss with him right then and there. We were ten years old, and I was already thinking of kissing my best friend. My only friend.

"I will.. But.." He squirmed awkwardly where he sat, biting that bottom lip of his again. "I still get shy around those things." He mumbled, to which I had to laugh. "How cute." I commented with a grin, narrowly avoided getting smacked in the face with a pillow. "It's not cute." He insisted with a huff, tossing the pillow back behind him on the bed and folding his arms across his chest.

I smirked and looked up at the screen, which had already progressed to more dialogue. "A, when you get older, can you picture yourself loving and being with a girl?" I asked curiously. He blinked widely at my sudden question. "Well.. Maybe.. But I'm not so sure who with." At the time, I didn't know A didn't like females. I didn't know that I was the one he wanted to be with. But if I had, maybe I could have changed a lot about the future.