Have you all missed me? I hope so c:. I'm home from school so I'll start posting again, probably some of my sketchy stories again. This is going to be an AU story about L and BB's future. It's not exactly what happens because I wanted to make up my own story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
He was insane from the start.
I remember, the first moment I saw him. He was sitting alone underneath a tree, the sunlight playing games in his dark blonde hair. I was eight at the time, a short, bare-footed child with little hope in the future. I had only just come to the orphanage, had been there only for a night, and so far, no one showed any interest in me. But I was interested in them, I loved to people watch, loved to try to understand the way humans worked. But everyone at the orphanage seemed to be the same. Too smart for their own good, and too proud of it as well.
Everyone except him.
He sat by himself, eating jelly straight from the jar and staring out across the field, watching the other children play. His eyes were the red of fresh blood and his hair stuck out in crazy directions due to all the jelly he ran through it. Slowly, I made my feet move over to him, I needed a friend, I couldn't stand to be alone for much longer. He looked up as I approached, eyebrows raising slightly as he took me in.
I was quite the sight, with crazy black hair, and panda bear eyes. I was wearing a baggy white t-shirt, and jeans that would never fit me. My bare toes stuck out from beneath the cuffs, curling nervously into the grass. I offered him a toothless smile, and his mouth twitched up slightly at one corner.
"What's your name?" My voice was light and naïve. I practically sang the words with childlike innocence. For a moment, I didn't think he was going to answer, he stared at me, his eyes wide and scared. It was almost as though he'd never seen another child before. He dug his hand into the jar of jelly and I winced. I hated having anything sticky on my hands. He licked the jelly off slowly and then finally, he spoke.
"My name's Beyond." He said quietly, his voice was like that of a venomous snake. A chill went straight up my spine when I heard it, but there was a darker part of me that loved it. He patted the patch of grass beside him with one, sticky hand, "Why don't you sit down?" I hesitated for only a moment. There seemed to be something off about him, but I didn't pay any mind, instead I walked over and sat down beside him, pulling my knees to my chest and staring at him.
He was strangely beautiful. He had sharp, angular features, and pale skin. He looked very familiar, like someone I knew but couldn't place. He sucked the jelly off his fingers and the moments passed by in silence. Finally, he turned to me, looking me over with speculating eyes. "What's your name?" He asked, but it didn't sound like a question, it was almost a demand. I looked down at my bare toes, lacing my fingers through them before finally daring to look up again.
"My name is L." I said softly, and I could immediately see the confusion flit across his face. It was the name I was given upon entering the orphanage. He had on, too, no one would actually name their child Beyond. I smiled at him, trying to ease the awkward tension of being looked over so acutely. Then he offered me his jar of jelly, and I paused. Gingerly, I stuck one finger into the sticky goo, pulling it out and sucking the stuff off, trying to get rid of all the stickiness.
"Want to be best friends?" The question shocked me and I visibly jumped, before smiling around my finger. I popped it out of my mouth and nodded vigorously. He returned my smile with one of his own. It wasn't right, though, almost like a cut in the face of a porcelain doll. But there was something about it that dragged me in, it was beautiful. He was beautiful.
"You have to take a blood oath, then. We have to become blood best friends." The words scared me, and I hesitated. I didn't want to bleed, bleeding made me squeamish and sometimes I even passed out. But his eyes drew me in, they pleaded with me and squeezed at my heart until I couldn't say no.
"How are we going to do it?" I asked softly. I could hardly believe I was giving into this. His smile widened, and I couldn't help but smile back. I didn't know it then, but I was already in love. I didn't know all the things that I would do for this boy, all the lives I would take, and all the hours I would put into it for him. If I had known that, though, I don't think I would have done it any differently. I loved him so much, I still love him. Although I'll never see him again.
Anyway, he stood up, and with a sudden flurry of motion, threw the jar to the ground. It hit a rock and shattered immediately, spilling glass shards all over the ground inches from where I was sitting. Then he picked up on of the bigger shards of glass and turned to me. "Hold out your hand." I hesitated for only a second before I did as I was told, extending my hand out towards him. He stepped closer to me, and dug the shard into my palm, I winced and bit my lip fighting off the black dots that were already obscuring my vision. I looked down at my hand and my breath caught in my throat. Ruby liquid was running down the pale underside of my arm, I bit my lip and looked up just in time to watch Beyond dig the shard into his own hand.
"Now we have to shake hands." He said, matter-of-factly. I stood up, we were almost the same height, but he was an inch or two taller, I had also already started slouching, which was probably the biggest reason he was taller than me. I held out my trembling hand and he took it in a grip and held me tightly for a few moments before letting me go, I looked at him and he smiled at me. A real smile.
"Now we're blood brothers." He said. I still have the scar in my hand, and I can still hear those words to this second, almost as though no time has gone by. It's been years since then, and I still remember them. After that, the dinner bell rang, and Beyond smiled at me. "Sit by me!" He demanded. And of course I did. Because I would do anything for him, I still would.
It didn't take long for things to go bad, of course. When you're close to the insane it never does. I'll never forget the first time I got to watch him lose his mind. It was only a few months after we'd become friends, we'd gone exploring one day and had claimed the attic as our territory. We were up there when it happened, he was sitting on the window seat staring out across the field. He did this often, I think he liked to watch the children play.
"Why am I not like them? His voice was soft, full of pain. I looked up from where I was drawing on the floor, a large white piece of paper spread out beneath me. "What do you mean?" He looked at me, running his hands through his hair frantically, tears brimmed in his beautiful ruby eyes. Even as a child, he was gorgeous. I bit my lip, his moods had been unpredictable recently and I wondered briefly if I should get help.
"Why can't I play games with the rest of them?" I didn't know what to say, and suddenly he stood up, punching the wall and dropping his jelly jar. It shattered, just like it did the first time. I didn't understand what was happening, I couldn't make out what this all meant. I was helpless, although I wanted nothing more than to be able to help him.
Suddenly, he punched through the window, his hand was torn to pieces, blood ran down his wrists and from under his feet. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, I wasn't scared of him. But I was hurting for him. He climbed up onto the window seat, his head out the open window and I feared for a moment that he was going to jump, but he didn't, instead he just stood there, letting the breeze ruffle through his dirty blonde hair before he stepped back in.
He picked up a shard of glass and looked at me. His eyes were hollow, he looked possessed. "Do you want to see me bleed?" His voice was soft, almost gentle, and I stood up at the sound of it. This wasn't him, it wasn't real. I stepped forward and grabbed his wrist. "Don't do it." I said, not even noticing when my hand fell into his blood. He jerked his wrist away and held the glass shard against it, drumming his fingers of the other end. And then, he dropped it, falling to his knees and beginning to sob.
I crouched before him, reached out and pulled his head to my chest, he wrapped both his arms around me, pulling me so close that we practically became one. We stayed like that, him sobbing into my shirt and me caressing his hair until he fell asleep. Then I quietly laid him down on the red-stained paper and began to clean up the mess.
That's it for chapter one! Woo!