-Chapter Four-

[Beaue]

Beaue spent the rest of the day avoiding Lawliet as much as possible. The memory of her stupid behavior was still fresh in her mind, not leaving her a moment of mental peace. However, the school day eventually passed as Beaue exited the bus and began her short walk home.

Beaue sighed after seeing her stepfather's silver prius in the driveway.

Great.

Beaue fished the house key from her bag before opening the ornate wooden door.

"Mom?"

Silence.

"Mom, are you home?"

Silence.

Beaue entered her stepfather's "office space" which was really just the living room. Beaue not surprised in the least in finding Jonathan typing frantically on his laptop. Obviously, Jonathan was working to complete another "political masterpiece".

"Hello Jonathan."

Jonathan did nothing except raise his hand as a form of greeting.

"I'm guessing mom's not home?"

"No, she won't be home till late."

"Any idea what time?"

Jonathan impatiently sighed. "No-Look, can you not be in here right now? I'm working."

"Leaving."

Everyday it's the same thing. Self-absorbed, distant...asshole!

Upon reaching her room, Beaue threw her schoolbag to the floor and collapsed, face first, onto her bed.

Life is so exhausting...

Acquiring minimal strength, Beaue quickly glanced at her cell phone:

Text, Shannon: Hey Beaue, I was wondering if you could cover my shift today from 4-10? It's my friend's 21st birthday and I really can't miss it. I would be eternally grateful and owe you big time!

Beaue rolled over with an exaggerated "umpf".

Yea, I got it. See you thursday.

Beaue worked part-time at "The Dairy Bin", scooping ice cream and sometimes, dressing up as the store's lame mascott. The mascott was a smiling ice cream sandwich.

Beaue yawned ferociously before forming a cocoon of covers around her.

Just one little nap before work...just one...

zZzZ

Beaue's eyes widened in suspense and she watched the ending of the movie, "The Rescuers". Beaue loved the adventures of the little mice as well as their determination in rescuing the little girl.

Beaue especially favored the teddy bear the girl carried with her. Wherever she went, the bear would always be by the little girl's side.

The loyal friendship between the girl and her teddy had a special impact on Beaue. Beaue wanted to have a special stuffed animal too.

On Christmas Eve, Beaue cast her special christmas wish to the night's twinkling stars, hoping that Santa Claus could hear her.

The next morning, Beaue bounced out of her bed and ran towards the Christmas tree. Mr. Kendall and Mrs. Kendall were already prepared with their video camera.

"Alright Beaue, which present do you want to open first?" Mrs. Kendall asked.

After numerous boxes of barbies and clothes, Beaue felt dissapointed after opening all her presents and finding no teddy bear anywhere. Perhaps Santa Claus did not hear her Christmas wish afterall.

Then, Mr. Kendall came downstairs with a small, brightly wrapped box in his hands.

Beaue's eyes immediately brightened at the anticipation and ran towards the box.

"Daddy! Santa heard my christmas wish!"

Beaue began tearing excitedly at the wrapping paper until the bare box was revealed.

Yet, upon opening the box, there was no bear inside. Instead, Beaue found a small, white lamb.

"Beaue, Santa knew that you wanted a bear, yet Santa told us that he made this special for you, our Little Beaue Peep."

The lamb had white wool and wore a soft pink pajama jumper. Although Beaue was originally sad about not having a bear, Beaue couldn't help but fall in love with the soft lamb. After snuggling her face into its warmth, Beaue felt like she could never part from her new friend.

"I love him, Daddy! I love my lammy! Lammy, lammy!"

Beaue's happy cries for her stuffed lamb turned into the wailing beeps of her alarm clock. Bolting upright in her bed, Beaue placed her head in her hands before wiping the damp perspiration from her forehead. Beathing heavily, beaue took a few moments to calm her nerves as well as her heartrate. After scanning her room for a few moments, Beaue finally located the small, brown box in the corner of her room. Slowly rising from her bed, Beaue walked towards the box. Lifting the lid, Beaue looked down at the same small lamb that resided in her dream.

Beaue delicately cradled her old friend, immediately flooded with childhood memories. Beaue couldn't help but release her build-up of tears.

-Lawliet-

L practically had the Philadelphia murderer in chains. All that was left was completing the paperwork regarding search warrants for the police as well as specific recommendations for his imprisonment.

"I'm very proud of you, L. It's quite impressive you have received the United States' recognition already. It's certain that other countries will now begin trusting your intelligence and ability."

L said nothing and continued typing.

Watari sighed. "L, justice prevailed. Lives have been saved. Aren't you happy?"

"I receive very minimal joy in the fact that this case is over. The remainder of the school year will only consist of boredom."

"Making friends is not an option?"

"The intellectual level of high school students is so low that I cannot even listen to their conversations without cringing, let alone partaking. If I wanted to be the most popular boy, I could easily achieve that status within 5.45 hours."

L scowled as he placed a forkful of cake into his mouth. "They will not even allow me the consumption of sweets during class time, which is absolute ludicrous."

"You have not made one friend?"

L found it strange that his mind began to wander towards the strange red haired girl. Friendship was not necessarily needed, but a guineapig.

"Indeed, I believe I have." L said as a smile graced his lips.

L still found her stares to be quite annoying, yet found her clumsiness to be somewhat amusing. Her emotions were so easy to read and yet...L felt that he was missing something. Something he could discover through investigation.

"Oh?" Watari asked.

However, L was no longer listening to Watari. Instead, L's inner dialogue was flying. Why would she be someone the entire school isolates? She seemed like a completely normal, emotional teenager in L's opinion.

L's intrigue slowly grew for the strange red haired girl after each thought.

A new case; a fresh start. L's smile grew just at the thought.

In addition to this chapter, I also added a prologue. I believe the prologue will definitely add some additional zest to the story. Chapters will be coming out at faster rates due to summer vacation! Woo! So, expect more frequent updates.

Btw, it appears I have accidentally deleted my chapter one:( i'm extremely depressed about this so i'm sorry guys! I have to rewrite it...

Also, I want to clear up some things about my character. Beaue is a high school teenager. Beaue does not have feelings of love at this point. Right now, Beaue is simply infatuated. In addition, I made Beaue to begin as a weak crybaby with low self esteem. Throughout the story, I plan on having Beaue grow and mature, giving her hidden potential a chance as well as develop feelings of love.

Thank you everyone who has been following this story. I ALWAYS enjoy reading reviews so please keep them coming! Thanks guys!