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Chapter 3: What Would You Do?

What Would You Do?
What if I wanted to break?
Laugh it all off in your...face?
What would you do?
What if I fell to the floor?
Couldn't take this anymore.
What would you do, do, do!?
Yeah!
Break...me...down!
Bury me, bury me!
I am finished with you!

I ambled into the dining room, briefly glancing around. Soon this room would be filled with other people. I was slightly excited for it. I had been alone in here since I was about 5 or something. I only had Watari and then eventually Roger. Watari was in charge of Wammy's but Roger seemed to run everything because of his position as the communicator with others. Watari was like the hidden leader behind the mask. And he was like my backbone.

I snapped out of my thoughts and walked over to a table, crouching down in a chair. I balanced on the front of my feet, legs pulled up to my chest.
"Why are you sitting like that?" Beyond asked, sitting down in the chair on the right of me.
"If I don't, I loose 40 percent of my deduction skills," I explained, grabbing the spoon that sat in front of me. I began to twirl it on the table with one of my hands, staring at the wall.

Beyond didn't ask anymore questions and I got the hunch that he was observing me...taking notes almost on what I did. It was creepy yet thrilling that someone like him was this interested in me. Or maybe I was starting to get slightly conceited. Maybe he wasn't really interested in me. I could just be imagining the looks...I don't really know.

"What do you feel like eating today, L?" I heard a familiar voice ask. I looked up, showing an indifference in emotions.
"Something with strawberries. Preferably cheesecake," I stated simply, looking into the kindly face of Watari.

"And you, B?" He asked, looking at my double.
"Got jam?" Beyond asked and I looked at him in surprise.
"Jam?" I inquired curiously.
"Yeah, I kinda gotta a weak spot for it. Especially the strawberry kind."

"I believe we do have some," Watari politely interrupted before I got onto a full-scale interrogation which would just result in me embarrassing myself...greatly. Because I could not really even finish a proper explanation with Beyond. I had unfortunately realized that on the way here when he asked why I was living here alone. I'm pretty sure Watari knew nothing of this little weak spot of mine that had just occurred but then again, Watari could read me like a children's book.

I nodded, falling completely silent as I watched him walk away. I was about to drop back into my thoughts when I realized that Beyond had said something I didn't catch. I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Beyond chuckled, sounding like a cat that had been triumphant in the capture of a little canary. He brushed a strand of his ebony hair out of his face with a thumb then looked at me with a slight smirk. "I said, 'Why do you like sweets so much?'"

I paused for a moment, considering his question before replying. "How do you know I like sweets so much? I could just feel like having a cake today. It doesn't mean or imply that I like sweets as much as you're suggesting. Which brings up the point of how much are you suggesting that I like the sweets? You could be meaning only a sweet a day or a constant steady flow of treats throughout the day." I countered, my eyes raking over him critically. Take that, I thought victoriously.

"Well for one, that old man, Watari, didn't react when you said you wanted cake for dinner. He acted like it was a normal thing which brings me to the conclusion that you have asked for sweets for dinner before. Maybe other meals as well. For two, you smell of the sweetness in sugar which clings quite heavily to you. I would assume you constantly intake it for the smell to stick around despite your soap bath we just finished," Beyond drawled, holding up a finger for each reason. "And for three, I can tell you use your brain constantly even more so than others which has earned you the position of L-"

"How does that pertain to my 'apparent liking of sweets'?" I interrupted, wanting to drive him into a wall.

"Well if you let me finish," He said with a smirk and I felt my face grow hot in embarrassment and slight anger, "a brain consumes up nutrients from your body so if you give it lots of sugar, it becomes hyper-aware and easier to think intelligently. For some people, their bodies aren't equipped to do that resulting in diabetes or other stuff like that. But for people like you and I, the sugar fuels our brain and puts it to better use. That results also in us having to intake a lot more sugar than the normal average human. But then again, we have already crossed that boundary. We aren't average humans." He finished then smirked smugly at me.

Damn it...he hit every point. I tried to drive him into a corner or even a wall, but he rebounded and matched my every counter, I thought glumly but I lifted my one hand from my knees while the other let the spoon clatter to the table. I mockingly clapped then replied in a monotonous voice, "Very good, hitting every correct point. You deserve a reward or a prize." The last part was a bit more sarcastic than I wanted it to sound.

"Hmmm? A prize? Well I might just have to take you up on that," Beyond said with a grin that made small tremors run down my spine. Luckily, before anyone could make a move or utter a sound, Watari walked back into the room. He placed my slice of cake in front of me then put a jar of red jiggly stuff in front of Beyond. "I'm sorry, we only have raspberry jam at the moment but I can get some strawberry today," Watari stated his small hint at a promise.

"Thanks old man," Beyond said with a grin, popping the jar off. I elbowed him and gave him a sharp glare to let him know that calling Watari an old man would not be tolerated.

He just shrugged, sticking his hand into the jar before pulling it out and licking the jiggly substance off. His tongue easily glided over his skin and I couldn't help but to wonder how that felt... Oh shut it! I growled angrily in my head before impaling my cake with a fork that had been sitting where the spoon originally sat before it became my plaything.

"Jeez, remind me not to dress up like cake at any time. If that's how you treat cake, I don't wanna see what happens to the rest of the sweets," Beyond chuckled.

I stuffed a piece of cake into my mouth, freeing my fork before chewing. "I dunno, I might just want to stab you with a fork," I said after swallowing and made a fake little jab towards him with the fork.

"Yikes, you really are starting to scare me," Beyond grinned wide then licked up more jam from his fingers.
"And you're starting to make me think that you're a bit of a slob," I countered, pointing my full fork at him.

Beyond smirked and leaned over towards me. I froze, tensing up because I was confused on what he was doing. Then he opened his mouth slightly and gently took the bite off my fork. I watched as he chewed then smoothly swallowed.

"Mmmmm, tasty..." He purred, licking his lips and my face flushed at the simple action. I covered it up by looking back down at my cake and just...well looking...

I heard a chair pull away across the table and I glanced up. The small brunette sat in the chair, eyes downcast at the table.

"Hello Avey," I said in a welcoming tone with a small smile.
"H-Hi, L..." he murmured softly, brown eyes looking up to focus on my face.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, wanting an excuse to leave the table and get away from Beyond.

"I-I'm fine...you don't have to get me anything," Avey said, looking at me desperately as if he didn't want me to lift a finger for him.

"Nah, I'm gonna get some more cake so I think it's just easier if I grab your food while I'm at it," I insisted and hopped out of my chair, grabbing my plate and my fork. "I also need to grab a new fork," I added with a pointed look at Beyond.

He didn't even seem to notice because he looking at Avey. Wait, was he glaring at Avey? No, why would he be glaring at him? I mean it's not like the smaller boy was threatening anything...But what if Beyond was jealous? Of what? Maybe he didn't like that Avey had come along and interrupted us. But we weren't doing anything. Or was Beyond going to do something? But...no, Beyond doesn't think of me like that...does he?

"So what'll it be?" I asked, looking at Avey again.
"Um, just toast or something small. I'm not a big eater..." He mumbled softly.
"Alright," I said then quickly walked away from the table. I walked into the kitchen and set my plate and fork on the counter. Now I could just...

I sank to the floor with a small groan/sigh. This was all confusing. Would it just get worse as more kids came? Oh God. How would I survive with all this...interaction!? This is why I never socialized with anyone. That and no other kids lived here.

I ran fingers through my hair and then stood. Cool and collected. Cool and collected. That's what I needed to be. That's what I had to be. Beyond Birthday was just fucking with my mind and trying to unbalance me. He was pushing my buttons to see which would do what. I wasn't going to let him mess with me again.

I stood up again, grabbing the loaf of bread and cutting two pieces. Then I popped them into the toaster. I glanced around before grabbing my plate then walking to the fridge. I opened it and glanced around inside there before pulling out the plate of cake.

I set the cake plate on the counter before pulling a knife out of the drawer. I easily sliced through the cake, cutting a big piece for me. It sliced through as easily as a hot knife through butter. I loved that feeling.

No, I angrily thought. I put the knife down on the counter. I wasn't about to go back to those thoughts. It just showed a darker side of me whenever I thought those thoughts.

I heard the toast pop up and I grabbed the still hot slices before placing them on another plate. Then I picked up my plate of cake and the plate of toast for A before leaving the kitchen.

I walked, slouching slightly, back over to the table. "Here, Avey," I said and put the plate of toast in front of him before crouching down in my chair again. I set my plate of cake in front of me before I realized that I didn't have a fork. The fork that Beyond had eaten off was still in the kitchen and I had completely spaced on grabbing another.

"Looks like you're missing something," Beyond chuckled, amusement lining his smile.
"Yeah...I forgot it in the kitchen..." I muttered, about to get up out of the seat.
"No need," Beyond said and I turned my head over to him, confused. Suddenly, I was met with a small chunk of cake to my lips. It was held by his fingers and he gently pressed it to my lips.

I kept my lips closed, raising an eyebrow while I looked at his face. His dark eyes started expectantly back at me, waiting for me to open my mouth.

"C'mon, Lawli-pop," Beyond purred, grinning now.
Wait, what? I thought, How does he know Lawliet is my name? I've never told him at all...no one has ever said it to him or anyone. Not even Roger knew that part of my name.

I opened my mouth to ask how he knew my name but B took the liberty of the moment by popping the piece into my mouth.

I coughed slightly but he placed a finger to my lips so that I had to swallow. The whole time he smirked at me. "See, that wasn't so bad. If you had just listened, you wouldn't have been surprised," he said and patted me on the head as if I had done something good. My eyes narrowed and I scowled, looking away from him.

"Don't do that to him!"

Beyond and I both stopped, our eyes widened in surprise as the surprising voice cut across our little scene. I looked over at the owner of the voice: shy, little Avey. He blushed as if just noticing the outburst he had caused. Avey removed his hands that he had slammed down on the table and he stepped backwards, pushing his chair along the floor with his feet.

"S-Sorry," He muttered and turned away from the table.
"Avey," I started, hopping off my chair to go after the small boy but a felt something grab my wrist in a tight, squeezing grip. I jolted in surprise and glanced down at Beyond. "Let go, Beyond," I growled, trying to jerk my arm free but he held a tight, non-yielding grip. His eyes weren't focused on me though. They were focused on Avey's retreating form. Then Avey disappeared from view by turning a corner down the hall.

I let my arm slack in frustration and then Beyond freed my wrist, placing his hand back on the table and gripping the jar. I let out a small sign, closing my eyes for a brief second before opening them again. "I'm going to go back to my room. I need to work on some more cases," I murmured, grabbing the plate of cake and turning to leave the table.

Beyond didn't answer and I took that as a 'I dont care' kind of response. I left the table, heading out of the dining room.

After I had gotten a considerably distance away from the dining room, I heard a loud crash with the splintering of wood. I flinched, stopping dead in my tracks. Following that was a brief period of silence then a shattering sound of what could only be glass.

It didn't take a genius mind to know that Beyond had probably thrown the chair then followed by his jar of raspberry jam. For some strange reason, I small smirk crossed my face as I thought this over.

Beyond Birthday was just as childish as I am. This struck me as a amusing thing. I still don't know why but I did.

I entered my room and closed the door behind me. I sat in front of the computer of mine yet I didn't feel like working. I only wanted to mull things over in my head.

Was Beyond jealous? Why was he mad at Avey? Or was he mad at me? Why would he be mad or jealous? Maybe he was very territorial. But I'm not his territory, or am I? And how did he know my name?

A chuckle escaped my lips which I found quite odd but didn't dwell on it. This was going to be interesting to press for answers. I was itching to know and I was kicking my inner detective who just couldn't leave this alone.

So, I guess the question is now: What would you do, Beyond Birthday?