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Stone Children	By : BelovedLCSQUARED Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male Views: 1824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Demon sinner- Greetings and hello to all you pretty little readers. Allow me to clear some things up before you begin.

First off, yes there are several languages spoken in this series. Mostly Russian, Gaelic and Italian.

No, we do not speak them fluently we used Google translate.

No, we don’t care if you speak a foreign language fluently.

Yes, a translation will be provided at the end of every chapter so you know what is being said.

Yes, any and all correction to our foreign languages will be ignored by me personally because I don’t plan on changing it nor do I care if it’s wrong.

A/N: Karaage- Hey guys! The long awaited chapter of our death note series is finally here! I hope you enjoy! As stated above by Demon Sinner, we do not speak any of these languages. We used Google Translator for everything, if anything is wrong, blame Google translator not us. For the translation look at the number next to it and find it on the bottom of the page.

Ch.1 Code Name Backup

Dark eyes stared up at the people that surrounded him. His head tilted to the side as dried blood flaked from a cut on his head. Broken glass, cans of soda and boxes of cereal lay at his bare feet. The TV was on and playing a cartoon called Tom and Jerry as he dipped his hand into the box of Lucky Charms. Two corpses lay in the kitchen with multiple stab wounds in the heads and bodies. The boy simply looked up at the police officers blinking.

The police hulled off the boy to the hospital where he was treated but handcuffed to a bed. He stayed there for a couple of days before a man named Watari took him to a place called Wammy's house.

The small boy stood in front of the building blinking his dark eyes as the elderly gentleman took him into an office. He was sat down and told that the reason he was there was because of his high IQ and so on and so forth. He really wasn't paying attention until the man behind the desk told him he was no longer to call himself by his name. He would go by the code name Backup and the letter B.

A blonde headed boy stood at the door listening through the crack. They had another orphan there. He had another someone other than L. Hopefully he would be nicer than L. He tried to get a glimpse of this B through the crack but he couldn’t without opening the door, Watari's office door had a really bad creak to it.

"B" as he was now called stood there biting his nail. His sun kissed skin had a few band-aids from cuts and scraps but nothing bad. He had jean shorts and black short sleeve shirt. His hair was shoulder length jet black that was pulled back into a ponytail. His dark eyes blinked if you looked at him you would think his eyes black but they were really a deep blue.

The boy's curiosity got the better of him and he tried the inch the doors open a bit to see more which resulted in a resounding creak.

Everyone turned to the door including the new boy. He stared at the intruder with his pinkie in his mouth and his head tilted. His eyes weren't looking at the other boy but above his head almost.

The boy stood there, frozen in place, with a deer in headlights look on his face. "I'm sorry, Watari, I was on my way to the kitchen and...” He trailed off looking at the elderly man apologetically.

"Good to see you A. Come meet our newest member of the family. This is B." The elderly man placed his hand on "B's" shoulder moving him forward. The child was still staring above the other's head.

A moved from the door and approached B, "Nice to meet you." He said, holding out his hand.

He looked down at the other and took his hand. "Hello Aden."

A's smile fell and he moved his hand out of the boys grasp. He looked terrified. He seem to shrink into himself.

He tilted his head as he stared with unblinking eyes. "Is something wrong?"

"How do you know my name?" He asked the boy before he looked over at Watari for some sort of explanation.

"I'm a good guesser," he said with a smirk. "Do you have any lucky charms?"

A seem to relax a bit, since Watari wasn’t saying anything about it, so it must be alright. He looked at the boy smiling. "No, but we do have this really good jam and toast Hannah makes. I eat it every morning. I was actually going there now; would you like to join me?" He asked in a strong but somewhat whimsical voice.

"I guess so." He walked out of the room and waited in the hall for the other boy. "Come on Aden."

"A. Just call me A." He told the boy as he grabbed his hand and pulled him along down the hallway towards the kitchen

He followed him looking at the name above his head. "But why?"

He turned and looked at B. "Didn’t Watari explain things? We are L's heirs. We go by letters and no one is supposed to know anything about you. So I'm A and you're B. So if you go around calling me by my name, L will get mad at me." He said as he continued pulling him towards the kitchen.

"Who's L?"

"L, the world's greatest detective." He said his face a bit sad.

"Oh?" B walked past him when they reached the kitchen. "How old is he?"

"I don’t know." He said as he entered the kitchen and a very large red headed woman stirring something in a huge silver bowl met them. "Oh! Morning, starshine!" She greeted A warmly. "Your breakfast is over on the table, help yourself." She then eyed B. "Who's your friend?"

"Morning Hannah, this is B. He's new; he'll be joining me for breakfast," A said as he sat down at the table and fixed his plate.

"Nice to meet you sweet heart." She grabbed a plate and handed it to him. "Go dig in. There is plenty. You look skin and bones!" She smiled warmly at him.

B's head tilted to the side as he looked above the woman's head. He had a habit of looking there. Most just found him odd for it, but truth was he was reading the name and numbers that moved in a slow count down. He never knew what the numbers were but the name was of the person. He just couldn't see his own numbers. The black haired boy walked over to the counter and sat down staring at the food.

What was there to eat? Many different things. Was he hungry? Not so much. He disliked eating.

A looked at him, curiously. He dipped his spoon into the jam jar and held it out in front of B's mouth. "Try it." He said smiling. "It's good I promise." His crystal blue eyes sparkled.

"You first." They had fed him odd things at that house. The woman would tell him sweet things to get him to eat it. It always made him sick or sleepy. He didn't like when he got sleepy.

He nodded and took a huge bite out of the spoon, swallowing and then offered the spoon back to B. "It’s good."

B only waited. He was watching the other like a hawk. He was waiting for the other to either spit it out or fall over. Nothing happened... He looked to the jar, dipped his finger in, and then stuck it in his mouth. The jam was sweet yet bitter. Strawberry... he liked Strawberries. He dipped two fingers in and continued the process repeatedly.

A smiled and giggled, putting the spoon back into his mouth licking it clean. "There is toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes...” He named off everything pointing to it as he named it. "Everything is good." He said smiling at the raven-haired boy. He then turned back to his plate and started shoving in food like a starving Ethiopian child. It was surprising to see, with his small frame and all.

B looked at everything but refused to eat any of it. He would stick with the jam. He knew it was safe.

A shrugged and finished eating his plate. "Are you sure you don’t want anything else?" He asked looking at B with concern.

"No." He finished the entire jar by himself and placed it down.

"Okay." He said getting up. "Do you want to play with me then? I don’t have any homework." He smiled up at the other boy, just happy to have someone around.

"I'm not sleepy." B sat there and fingered the lid of the jam jar before licking his fingers. He never liked play time at that house. That woman and that man always did something that made him hurt or feel sick. Playtime mostly consisted of him being really sleepy.

"That’s good." He said as he watched B. "What do you want to play? I have video games, board games, and tons of other things, but I have my piano lessons at 12pm."

The boy blinked confused. "Huh?" He tilted his head before speaking again with his finger in his mouth. "Whatever is fine, I've never played any of those things."

"Really?!" He said as he grabbed the boy's hand and pulled him out of the kitchen and down the hall. "Come on! I'll show you and we can play whatever you like!" He said excitedly as he all but ran down the hall and up a huge staircase, up two flights and then down another hallway. They stopped in front of a door marked 13. "Welcome to my room!" He said as he opened it. It was a very large room that looked like it was made to house two people. Two beds, two wardrobes, two dressers, two desks, and two shelves. The right side of the room was barren but the left side was completely stuffed with things. It was spotless, everything was put up in its place and the bed was made with perfection.

He walked in and sat on the floor with his back to the wall. Everything was so clean... it was annoying. He got up, walked to a stack of games grabbing the bottom one, and yanked causing the others to fall. All the games burst open upon hitting the floor and spilled out. He smiled and laughed a bit.

A's eye started to twitch as he watched the tower fall. He rushed over and started to hurriedly pick up the games and sort them, placing them back in their cases and back in the stack within minutes.

B repeated the action to a stack of books.

A started to hyperventilate a bit, as he turned and saw the books. He rushed over and started to fix them. Why was he doing this? Why was everyone so mean to him, all he wanted to do was play.

B held one book and one board game as he fell over laughing. "You’re fast." He said smiling at the other as he laughed.

A looked down at the floor, tears welling up in his eyes, his shoulders hunched and defensive. "Please, stop." He whispered.

B looked over and stopped, blinking at him. "Did I upset you? I'm sorry." He got to his feet and walked over looking at the other. "I thought we were playing."

He kept looking at the ground. "L said he wouldn’t play with me in a messy room, so the room has to stay clean. When he finally comes up here, he will see that the room is clean and he will play with me." A said to the floor in a hopefully yet delusional voice, as if he kind of didn’t believe what he was saying.

"That's stupid. You don't believe that," he stated as he sat down with the game and book. "He seems really weird. Why do you want to play with him?"

He looked up at the raven-haired boy, shocked. "No, I don’t. It’s been months." He sighed. "You, I and he are the only ones here." He stated smiling at B. "I don’t need him now. I have you to play with." He smiled warmly at him. "So do you want to play that?" He asked motioning to the game in his hand.

"I've never played chess."

"Let me teach you then." He walked over motioning to B to follow him. He turned on the TV and loaded the game into the console.
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