B's Revenge

Author(s) Notes: Hello! And welcome to the first co-authored fic between Hoshiko13 and MadforBeyondBirthday. Can't really give too much away about this, other than this small summary and discliamer.

Disclaimer: Neither Hoshiko13 nor MadforBeyondBirthday own Death Note: Another Note, Death Note, Beyond Birthday, or any of the other characters there in this story EXCEPT the parts they play as themselves (MadforBeyondBirthday is BB, Hoshiko13 is Shiko). Other than that, we do not own, so no suing.

It was a dark day in Columbus, Ohio. The sky was black with storm clouds, black as my mood. Today my partner and I had failed, onceagain, to get a good interview. Why wouldn't the bosses give us a chance? Sure, we were both great writers, but we really wanted that one perfect interview. I stormed up to my office building, opening the mailbox just outside the door. I blinked when I found, not a pile of bills as I had expected, but a letter. A letter covered in...what looked to be blood.

Shiko sighed as she walked in, tossing her rain coat to the ground. "Alright, BB, our bosses are officially mess up jerks. Did you get the mail?" She asked, plopping down onto the couch in their shared office. "How are we expected to pay our bills if we don't have any money?" she questioned, before looking at the letter. "Please tell me that isn't what I think it is."

BB looked up at Shiko. "I don't know what it is. All I know is we don't have any bills today, we just got this. Ugh, and don't remind me of our bosses...I feel like they're running me over with a steam roller." BB sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Today was awful...I wish they'd just up and die sometimes..."

The girl on the couch chuckled. "Don't get my hopes up." She said, before standing and walking to the kitchen. "I'm getting some coffee. Want anything?" she called as an afterthought.

BB sighed and placed his crossed arms on the table, laying his forehead against them. His voice was a muffled yell as he said "Yeah, can you pour me a cup, too? I really need it."

"Alright!" Shiko called, grabbing two mugs and pouring coffee into each. She also added some milk, and was just about to put in sugar when she had a thought. Laughing softly, she grabbed brown sugar instead of regular sugar, and added that in. Then she carefully grabbed the two cups by the handle and carried them into the office placing one on the desk and sipping her own. She blinked in surprise; the coffee was better than she thought it would be. With a grin she said, "This tastes way better than normal coffee!"

He blinked and looked up at Shiko's exclamination. "...I'll take your word for it...please put it down on the table?" When Shiko set the coffee cup onto the table, BB reached over for it and held it in one hand, the mysterious letter in the other. "Wonder where this came from..." he questioned, touching one of the red stains on the envelope.

Shiko looked at the letter. "Maybe it was a mistake? It could actually be meant for, um, a member of the mafia! If we open it we could get killed!" She said, her imagination and paranoia working together, as always.

BB looked up at Shiko. "I don't think so. Look, it has our names and address on it." And, indeed, the envelope was addressed to the both of them, with their office number and building right there in the upper left-hand corner. BB pulled his finger back from the red stain and stuck it in his mouth almost thoughtfully, tasting the red substance that had come off with it.

The girl tilted her head. "Are you sure that's safe?" She asked quietly. "I don't need my partner getting poisoned."

"I don't think the stuff on this is poisoned, Shiko," he said with a slight frown on his face. Then, he pulled his finger from his lips and tapped it on the letter. "This entire envelope is covered in strawberry jam."