Beyond Birthday is love :D He's the greatest, 'nuff said.
So, here's to starting another series, this one I might be keener on updating.
IF you guys review, that is…
Lulz. :D
So anyway, this is my take on the origins of the greatest criminal psycho thing to ever walk, BB. ^ . ^ This chapter is completely optional to read, which is why I followed up with Chapter Two so quickly. Take a gander if you want, it's nothing special.
The BBXL and LightXL start soon. D
Kay, enjoy, and don't forget to review! And just putting me on Story Alert makes me sad, so please Review if you add this to Story Alert! Story Alert on its own makes me feel like you didn't like it enough to review. D:
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He wasn't always like this. He was almost normal. He ate the same food as everyone else, took the same classes. He played outside in nice weather, and plotted with the rest of the kids to escape the house and go out and play on rainy days. The runners of the house always exemplified his brilliance, his quick wit, and told all of the kids to study as he did. But he was always set apart from everyone in the house, an outcast among himself and the other kids. It wasn't because he wanted to. Some called it a birth defect, others called it a curse.
But it was those eyes that sent chills down your spine if he so much glanced at you. The eyes that expressed not pain, but an indescribable mix of emotions that no one of full sanity could comprehend. Eyes…eyes that seemed not of this world. Cold, bleeding irises surrounded by a paler hue of red. There was no black or white in his eyes. Just blood. No dreams of his own in those eyes. As time went on, all that remained in those dead, crimson eyes was a twisted admiration as the years passed.
Over the years Beyond Birthday spent at Wammy's House, he became more and more of the things said about him. Someone called him weird, another creepy, and another the devil. All behind his back, all because of his eyes. Were they really so scary? At first, he passed by the insults like it was nothing. But the kids still stopped chattering when he passed by them in the halls. They talked and ate more nervously when he joined them in the dining hall. And he never said anything. Beyond never spoke unless it was necessary. The insults seemed to glue his mouth shut. Children who sometimes helped out in the kitchen would slip red food dye into his water and mix it into his food, for no other reason, it seemed to him, then to remind him that he was different.
But it was on that special day, sometime in July, that something changed Beyond Birthday's life. He was twelve, enjoying the outside weather on a bench near the wall of Wammy's House whether the other kids wanted him to or not. He simply sat, crimson eyes trained on the perfectly cloudless blue sky. He smiled weakly, wondering why the sky was so beautiful. Surely, no one would bother to look at the sky if it wasn't so blue. Beyond's smile vanished. No one would like the sky if it were red.
Just then, a boy about his age walked up to him. He was very simply dressed, wearing worn out jeans and a long white t-shirt despite the warmth in the air. His hair was black and unruly, much like Beyond Birthday's. His eyes were black as well, but no familiar bags sat under them. His eyes even shone with cheery youthfulness. He smiled at Beyond, hands in his pockets.
"Hi."
Beyond broke away from looking at the sky, blinking at the strange boy in front of him.
"…Hi."
"We're missing one player for our game. I wanted to know if you wanted to play with us." The boy spoke with an almost unnerving calmness.
Beyond looked around, pointing a finger at himself dumbly. "M-me?"
"No, the bench you're so rudely sitting on. Yes, you." The boy smiled, reaching out a hand.
"I'm L."
Beyond Birthday smiled, taking L's hand and standing up. "I'm Beyon- I'm B."
L smiled and nodded, leading him towards the small field the other children were occupying.
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From then on, Beyond Birthday was almost always with L. he didn't know how he hadn't met the young genius before. L happily accepted B as a friend, inviting him to play with everyone else that L had befriended. Beyond Birthday was surprised when the other kids accepted him as well, bringing him the happiest times of his life from age twelve to age fourteen.
By the time BB had reached age fifteen, he had begun to respect and idolize L's prowess and cling to him with almost unstable fervor. Whenever anyone would even touch L in a loving or friendly way, an anger would rise up inside him, redder and hotter than his eyes. No one was to touch L like that but him. Nobody.
But he just sat and watched in anger as people invaded what he thought to be his private property. He was angry…angry he wasn't touching L. …Angry that no one touched him.
He was approached one day, while eating up time while L was in one of his classes. A few boys from the orphanage approached him, shoving him to a wall and pinning him by his shoulders.
"Hey there, B. where's your boyfriend?" the leader of the trio said; the others laughed.
"My…what?"
"Don't act so stupid. Stop spending so much time with L, you freak!"
They all laughed again.
"I…you can't tell me what to do!"
The boy's eyes narrowed. "Oh yeah? But I can do this!"
He released one of Beyond's shoulders and roughly punched him in the stomach. B only winced, coughing lightly.
"Good punch, for a girl…" B grinned at the boy's angry expression. In truth, that punch hurt like hell, but he wasn't giving this stupid bully the satisfaction of seeing him cry or yell in pain.
But the boy wound another punch and nailed B in the stomach again. He grunted, but the bully had no time to gloat- the afternoon lass ad just let out.
The boy grunted, motioning for his cronies to leave.
"Leave L alone, you freak. He said you're starting to annoy him."
Beyond Birthday glared at them until they were all out of sight. Then he slid down the wall, groaning and clutching his throbbing stomach. He shook his head repeatedly, trying to ignore the boy's words.
"L's my… best friend…I'm not annoying him…"
He grunted and picked himself up before anyone saw him, disappearing into an oncoming crowd and weaving around them to find L.
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A few days later, after setting his mind at ease with L, Beyond was on another stroll around the halls during their morning snack break. He thought he had saw L come this way. B heard mumbling around the corner he was approaching; he peeked over the corner to see the same boy who had been harassing him a few days ago, except this time pinning L to the wall and angrily talking to him.
Anger seared inside of B. The bully's face became ingrained into his mind; twisted revenge ploys began to form inside his head. Anger swiftly turned to pure hatred as the boy punched L in the exact spot and manner he had B, except leaving once he saw L slide down against the wall. Beyond Birthday ran to his side, anger pulsing in every vein in his body.
"L! Are you okay?!"
L nodded calmly, looking up at B and smiling airily. "I'm fine."
Beyond Birthday smiled and nodded, but knew in the back of his mind punishment was due to anyone who caused harm to such a treasure in his life.
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Late that same night, the only things that shone in the moonlight of the 16th room of the 2nd floor of Wammy's House were the bright red eyes and the glint of cold steel in the grip of a pale hand. The eyes moved silently across the room, where a figure laid, chest moving up and down calmly. The glimmering knife sent beams of moonlight flickering across the room as its wielder rose it above the sleeping victim, bringing it down with a sickening splurch and a smile as metal buried itself deep in the boy's throat.
Nothing had ever seemed completely calm inside of Beyond Birthday's head. When he wasn't with L, he could be seen talking to himself-mostly about things concerning L- or simply sitting and staring at walls. In a way, L kept B's sanity at bay; but at the same time, drove him closer to the edge. Any medical professional would simply diagnose it as stress, but most were sure it was so much more than that. What, exactly, we've yet to settle the matter on. But on that night, it was certain one of the last fibres of sanity snapped once he realized what he'd done.
At the time, killing the boy seemed like the sensible thing to do. He was doing wrong, and deserved to be punished for it. But once that chest stopped moving and blood thoroughly coated B's pale hands, he fully comprehended what he had done.
I…I KILLED him…!!
He couldn't scream, couldn't cry, he couldn't make a sound. The only things he could do now were try and leave and clean the innocent blood that coated his shaking hands. There was no safe way to wipe it off- so he proceeded to shut his eyes and lap up the vulgar liquid like a cat, a thin stream of tears running from his face.
With most of the blood gone and his tears almost stopped, B wiped a damp hand on his pants, opening the door and slipping out of the room, bolting as far from the body as he could, desperately wishing to burn the pants he wore. That metallic taste that hung in his mouth seemed to sear in his throat with every pained swallow, making him choke silently as he ran from his room. B quietly opened and closed the door, sinking down against it, hands tangled in his hair. His chest rose and fell heavily, the rest of his body shaking.
"I…I killed him…"
He shook his head, a manic tone breaching his voice. "I killed him…for L…"
"For my L…"
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The next day, a boy named Gerald Hughes was found dead in his bead due to throat injury, a knife lodged in his esophagus. Fingerprint scans of the knife, which was still lodged in the boy's throat, confirmed that the murder was committed by Beyond Birthday, age 15, of Wammy's House Orphanage. This is his earliest charge of murder. He has only very recently been caught for it, along with numerous other murder charges.
Some say Beyond Birthday fled Wammy's House right after they discovered the body. Others say that he was arrested after being found huddled in his room, mumbling a letter to himself over and over again. Though that option is surely not true.
But what really happened to Beyond Birthday is still a mystery. The rest of this report read above was soaked thoroughly with blood, with a large black B painted over the blood on every page.
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Beyond Birthday was just a misunderstood child! He didn't mean to kill everyone!
…Kay, that's a lie.
O__O WOAH. I just realized something.
This chapter's about B…and the next one is about L…it matches the chapter names!!
Since that chapters are going to spell out BLINK for some unexplained reason.
There will be more than 5 Chapters, though, :D I'll spell something else out! Maybe…
Well, as always, please please review! It makes me all warm on the inside! At least, nice ones do…
Kay, later, dawgs. :3
OH, PS: …I do not own Death Note, DHT, or any characters/song lyrics from this fanfiction. I own only words. No suing, please!
Novyuku"Listen to your heart, when he's calling for you. Listen to your heart, there's nothing else you can do. I don't know where you're going, and I don't know why…but listen to your heart, before you tell him goodbye"
*funky techno jive*