Post by jackyjackattack on Jul 26, 2009 19:07:38 GMT -5
Beyond Birthday had spent most of the morning searching for L, and then all afternoon torturing him over the death of A, his best friend from Wammy's. B had become more twisted since that experience, and he ran away only hours after A's funeral. He remembered the priest saying something about how A lived on in those who remembered him.
Who other than L, or B himself knew or cared about A enough to let A live? And besides, B hardly remembered anything about A. Just the final images of his best friend, the only one who dared approach him or try to contain B's odd ways, the only person B truly respected and looked up to. Other than L, of course.
God, B missed A. He only wished to be a little like A, calm, sincere, nice, smart, and attractive. He was basically... N0, really, all the things that BB could only hope to be, and a little more than anyone would expect from him. B missed that, too. He also missed the way B would grab a knife when he was angry at someone, and A would grab his arm to make him stop. A brought a sense of peace about him, a sense that made B stop and listen.
Maybe that was why when A died, B went more insane. It made sense now. B nodded to himself, looking down at the street. If A was there, he'd probably tell B to walk on the sidewalk. He'd tell B to calm down. He'd tell B to walk slower, to fix his posture. A would say that acting like L would give him double personalities, and it did, but who cared anyway? A would tell B that it was all OK, and that B didn't have to act like L to get a head start in life, no matter how much B felt it helped.
But those days of Wammy's, those wonderful days where no one bothered to do anything else but study, eat, or sleep, they were all gone now. B left that life a long time ago, not once looking back. He had won some of the battles against L today. That was all that mattered.
He walked up to the bus stop, money in his pocket. He needed some strawberry jam. He really liked that stuff. He sat, in an L-like fashion on the bench, waiting. He took out the last packet of jam that he stole from a restaraunt, digging his fingers into it. Beyond shoved his jam covered fingers into his mouth and licked his fingers clean. BB looked around boredly, then proceeded to lick the container.
Who other than L, or B himself knew or cared about A enough to let A live? And besides, B hardly remembered anything about A. Just the final images of his best friend, the only one who dared approach him or try to contain B's odd ways, the only person B truly respected and looked up to. Other than L, of course.
God, B missed A. He only wished to be a little like A, calm, sincere, nice, smart, and attractive. He was basically... N0, really, all the things that BB could only hope to be, and a little more than anyone would expect from him. B missed that, too. He also missed the way B would grab a knife when he was angry at someone, and A would grab his arm to make him stop. A brought a sense of peace about him, a sense that made B stop and listen.
Maybe that was why when A died, B went more insane. It made sense now. B nodded to himself, looking down at the street. If A was there, he'd probably tell B to walk on the sidewalk. He'd tell B to calm down. He'd tell B to walk slower, to fix his posture. A would say that acting like L would give him double personalities, and it did, but who cared anyway? A would tell B that it was all OK, and that B didn't have to act like L to get a head start in life, no matter how much B felt it helped.
But those days of Wammy's, those wonderful days where no one bothered to do anything else but study, eat, or sleep, they were all gone now. B left that life a long time ago, not once looking back. He had won some of the battles against L today. That was all that mattered.
He walked up to the bus stop, money in his pocket. He needed some strawberry jam. He really liked that stuff. He sat, in an L-like fashion on the bench, waiting. He took out the last packet of jam that he stole from a restaraunt, digging his fingers into it. Beyond shoved his jam covered fingers into his mouth and licked his fingers clean. BB looked around boredly, then proceeded to lick the container.