Hello! Welcome to part V. BB is so amazing, and this is when we see more of the kid's sinister side... Enjoy and review :)

PART V Too Far Gone

"KYAHAHAHAHA! YES! I HAVE IT!"

B's cries could be heard throughout the orphanage, echoing throughout the normally peaceful corridors. He had done it, finally perfected an evil sort of laugh. He wondered why he couldn't quite grasp the delicate art of laughing like an ordinary person, and had recently come to the conclusion that he was not like others. He wasn't good, or kind, or any of that.

His breathing heavy with ecstasy, B rolled over in his bed and leapt out. The cogs inside his mind switched off his smile and his laugh, and he adopted what personality he was most comfortable with by his thirteenth year. The safe retreat of emotionlessness was never far away. Whatever Ace had managed to bring out of him, he had quashed along with any memory of having cared for him at all.

A knock sounded on his door. He hissed, frustrated, and shifted to the door to open it and find Wammy, stood with that same expression of kind curiosity on his wrinkling face.

"B! We have a person here who would like to talk to you. You have met him before."

B didn't respond. Instead, he opted to gazing at Wammy. He wondered if Wammy had looked at L in this same curious fashion. Did he find L impressive? Brilliant? Inherently good? It made his cold heart feel a little sick, thinking that his fate was to be a copy of this genius.

"It's L, B. He has come back to see you."

"Why?" he shot back.

"He is interested in you, B. He thought that you two could talk about some interesting things."

Did he now? B wringed his hands and nodded wordlessly. He was about to leave the room, when he remembered something extremely important. There had been a few small marks on the mirror, from the fingerprints he had left behind when, as he had done so many times in the past, tried to see his own fate above his head. They couldn't remain there.

"Hang on."

He grabbed one of his twelve neatly folded cleaning cloths, and a can of spray which he always kept at his bedside, and doused the mirror, wiping away all the fingerprints. It was at this point where he could not stop- the thought of getting rid of the marks had occupied his mind and he began to wipe every surface around him.

"What are you doing, B?"

"Just cleaning away the evidence." He turned on a smile. "It's really nothing to worry about, Wammy. It's… practice for later on."

"For when you become a detective like L?"

"Yeah. A detective." The tiny hint of a true smile curled around the edges of his lips, sore from the amount he bit them.

L was exactly as B remembered him. Sat all crouched up in the armchair, armed with sweets and treats and looking utterly exhausted, but with an alarming, unblinking alertness. He welcomed B with a nod and cool greeting, and invited the boy to sit opposite him, even offering him some boiled sweets, to which B gladly accepted.

The sweet still in his mouth, B said, "Why did you come to see me?"

"I wanted to see how you were progressing."

"Why didn't you simply ask Wammy? He knows all about me."

"Wrong. You know all about you, and only you."

B smiled. "You really are impressive."

"Not really. I just know when to use my brain in the right way, for the good of mankind, which brings me to explain the real reason I came here today. I have no doubt in my mind that you have not believed a word anyone has said, since the day you were born, and this conversation is no exception."

"You're absolutely right! Only I know the truth about everything, more than even you know."

"Oh? This is intriguing."

"Yeah. I only need to say one thing that'll make you scared, because I know you don't want to see what I'll become in the future."

L swallowed and dropped another three sugar cubes into his mug of tea. B relished at the sight of L, the famous detective, brought to even slight nervousness by someone like him.

"Enlighten me, B."

"Well,one word is all I need. Lawliet."

L said quickly, "How did you find out that name?" His eyes pierced B with something more than just morbid curiosity.

B tapped his brain, and then his shining eyes. "I can tell you your name, and when you'll die, if you like. You don't last long."

The detective took a deep, controlled breath and nodded to himself. "You could turn out either one of two ways. You could be the greatest detective that has ever lived, or the opposite entirely."

"I respect you more than anything, L. That's why I'm gonna challenge you."

Later on that evening, B shuffled back to his room. He had since been given his very own room, away from the other boys and girls. Without Ace there to keep him company, he'd go to the other children's' rooms and clean, tidy and watch them sleep, wishing he could keep them that way. Every time he thought of killing them, the numbers above their heads shifted. Every time he revoked that thought, they shifted back to their original position. How curious. He could control when a person died…

He practised laughing for a little longer, long enough so that the sun rose high in the sky up to midday.

"A… I knew you would die from the very start. I can't save anyone. The only thing I can do is… give them what the God of death wanted them to have. When they are fated to die is when they need to go. If someone kills them, or if they die from illness it will probably be painful. I will help to make it less so."

He cracked his knuckles and reached under his bed for the old relic of his years with A.

"And also… It'll be a good game, seeing how long I can go without him catching me. I respect him the most, but I'll be better… Yeah. I think it's time I left this institution."

The gun heavy in his hand, he buried it in the side of his baggy trousers and pranced out of the house, as quickly and full of curious energy as when he first arrived, a young boy of eight.