When Beyond woke that morning, quite early in fact, he immediately stalked through the halls of Whammy's, intent on finding a certain person. He yanked open a familiar door, and found a peacefully sleeping figure in one of the beds. The wrong bed. She was gone already.
"Where's C?" Beyond demanded, finding Watari downstairs.
He thought for a moment before responding, "I do believe she said she was going out to the store."
"What store?"
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Beyond didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit. B felt his eye twitch slightly, and he crinkled his nose recoiling from the overly floral air. What on earth could possibly be the reason for C to come to a Bed, Bath, and Beyond at this time of the morning?
And more importantly, how could Watari have let her go alone?
Surely, Beyond though, Surely he was not the only one whom could see how unwell she was. It was still much to soon after A's suicide for someone as delicate as C to be aloud to leave Whammy's alone. Did no one care? Where they really all fooled by her fake smiles?
He closed his eyes and shook his head rather violently. Beyond hated public places, he hated being around people. Around numbers, more like it, he supposed. Everywhere he went, for as far back as he could remember, Beyond had been able to see someones name and date of death by simply looking at them.
A sudden surge of need passed through Beyond like a jolt of electricity. The numbers, those darn numbers. He needed someone who could understand. He needed C. His feet started moving almost without him thinking, carrying him to the place where he though she would have gone. Sure enough, when he rounded the corner and headed down the isle, she was there.
He stood by her side for a moment observing her and what she was looking at. She was stopped directly in front of a small section of various ropes. A's suicide had brought her to them, but whether she intended to buy some to make a noose of her own or her broken mind merely brought her there out of remorse, he wasn't sure. Her eyes where red and staring blankly ahead without seeing past her thoughts. Salty trails of tears shinned gently on her cheeks.
Beyond reached out and took her hand. She needed him right now, almost as much as he needed her all the time.
"Oh," C said glancing his way as if just noticing him, "hey, B." Her voice still sounded distant she still was not really seeing him there.
Without a work Beyond gently pulled her into his arms protectively. He cringed at how clearly he could see the date of her death when she was this close.
"I'm, sorry," her voice a little less distant. Then suddenly she jerked away from him.
"Oh, Goodness, B," finally she sounded herself. She dabbed at her eyes and forced a smile. "I didn't mean to worry you, I'm sorry. You didn't have to come, I know you don't like crowded places," she smiled sympathetically.
"It's OK," Beyond said gently. "Now, lets get out of here," he said sounding slightly frantic. He grabbed her hand and started to pull. He wanted her back at Whammy's she would be safe there.
"But, wait," C didn't move as he tugged at her, "I can't leave. I'm supposed to meet him here."
"Who?" Beyond asked with a strangled voice. He feared her answer. What if she said A? It wouldn't be the first time he had to reexplain he had committed suicide to her, and she seemed to take the news worse with every passing time.
"Why, L, of course," C smiled. After all, it wasn't every day you got a request to meet from the worlds greatest detective.
Beyond however instantly froze. An alarm went off in his head. L? The L? No, it was not a good thing. Having a connection to L was a very dangerous thing. And C had just tossed his name out much to casually. Something was wrong, something was off, he could feel it. They where in danger.
