"Mr. Beyond Birthday?" A woman asked a room full of mentally ill people. No one responded, not even the charcoal-haired man, in a straight-jacket, in the back corner.
"Mr. Beyond Birthday," the woman repeated rather irritated. People looked around the room at each other. They whispered quiet conversations.
"Where's Beyond?" one asked. "Don't tell me he got out again." "How does he manage to do that in a straight-jacket?" "He's in a straight-jacket now?" "I hear they've tied his legs together." "Beyond's in the right hand corner." "He said not to tell anyone." One man nodded and said, "I can respect that." "Ow! something pinged my foot!" someone hissed. "Shh! It's just B!" another hissed back.
B made his way toward the side window on the other side of the room. He knew he was the only one who could make it through the narrowness of the frame. It also lead to the basement, which was always locked and small with a lot of boxes everywhere. He could go down there and when the woman went do to get him, he'd crawl back through the window and hide amongst the crowd of inmates until she came back. Then he'd hide back in the basement. The only thing wrong with this plan was he'd hoped too much on people's conversations not giving him away. But people were too stupid to keep his whereabouts a secret. The woman in a suit grabbed a fist-full of his hair and pulled him up. B hissed in pain and thrashed his bound arms and legs about.
"Mr. Birthday," the woman said, very agitated at this point. She cut the rope around his legs with a knife. "You're coming with me."
She turned around and pulled Beyond, by the hair, out f the room. The inmates chattered and some conversations were heard by Beyond.
"They're taking him to the electric chair!" One whispered. "He's being transferred." another said. "Nah, they're just taking him to the head doctor." someone else said. "This asylum is crazier than the inmates!" someone else said.
"Let me go!" B shouted at the woman. The woman pulled his hair harder, "AH!"
"Shut up Beyond!" the woman shouted back, "I will shoot you if you don't. No matter what L told me to do."
B's eyes widened,"The L?"
"Yes," the woman said, "My name is Wedy. I work with L on the Kira Case."
"The Kira Case?" B said questioningly. "Kira" means "Killer"...L was stupid enough to get into another murder case with another woman doing his business, huh? Why though? And why had the woman said her name is Wedy? It's Mary Kenwood...
"Miss Kenwood," B said sternly. The woman stopped, "Why do you try to hid your name from me?"
The woman was quiet for a moment before letting go of his hair. "L was right. You can see people's names. Tell me, has my lifespan changed at all since you've seen me?"
B looked at her, half confused, half suspicious, "No...I wasn't paying attention though...It's low if you wanted to know that."
The woman paused, a grim expression on her face. She grabbed his arm and began to run down the corridor. When they got to the front desk, Wedy abruptly stopped.
"By the orders of Detective L, I hereby relieve Mr. Beyond Birthday of his confinement at the Los Angeles asylum. Thank you and have a nice day," she said quickly. She threw a folded slip of paper on the desk and started running again.
"What's this all about?" B asked, trying to keep up, "Why is L relieving me of confinement?"
"He needs you for the Kira Case," Wedy said, "Desperate times call for desperate measures. L will explain everything when we get to the headquarters in Japan."
"Japan?" B said astounded. Why the hell was L in Japan? Was he homesick? No, he's only quarter Japanese. The other 3/4 was French, Italian, and British.
Wedy stopped at the door of the asylum and unbuckled everything on the straight jacket. Once she got it off, she gave B a plain white shirt.
"Here," she said, "Try that on for size."
B hastily threw it over his torso and followed Wedy out the door. She lead him across the parking lot to a motorcycle. She swung a leg to the other side of it, put on her helmet and revved up the engine.
"Get on," She said. B sat on the back behind her and put on a helmet, "Feet up." She demanded. He complied. She drove out of the parking lot speedily and was on the highway in less than a minute. (Even though it's supposed to be a five minute drive)
"Aren't we going a little fast?" B asked.
"We can't waste time," Wedy replied, "L says he's close to figuring out who Kira is. He requested that you join the case. You're name wasn't written down in the notebook, though the Kira suspect knows of the Los Angeles Wara Ningyo Serial Killings. He said he didn't know the name of the murderer so that gave L a hint."
"Then why can't L just arrest the guy if he knows it's Kira?" B argued.
"He doesn't have concrete proof to convict the suspect," Wedy said, "That's where you come in. You're the only one capable of gathering the proof L needs."
"So," B began, "L wants me to go into unmarked territory, risk my life and maybe prove a guy to be this Kira person? I don't think so."
"You could find out who Kira is," Wedy said, "Or you could wait in your straight jacket in the corner for him to figure out your real name. And then he'll kill you."
B gulped, then regained his courage, "How would he kill me? I think I could kill him first."
"His means of killing are by unexplained heart attacks," Wedy said, "We, the task force, have concluded, and have evidence, that a notebook of death is behind the heart attacks."
A notebook of death? B thought, "How is this notebook used?"
"You simply write someone's name down and they die," Wedy replied.
"Interesting," B said, "Does this book belong to Shinigami, by any chance?"
"Yes," Wedy said, "You'd know all about that wouldn't you? You have the eyes of a Shinigami. I'm rather suspicious of you being a Kira for that. L says you were born with them though, so I have not right to be suspicious."
She knows of my eyes? B contemplated this for a moment, "How do you know about my eyes?"
"It's been proven that you can see people's names and lifespans just by looking at their face," Wedy replied, "It's and interesting gift indeed...Latest intelligence says that Kira doesn't have a lifespan. That's what you're determining."
B's eyes widened. He knew he didn't have a lifespan. Every time he looked in a mirror, all he saw was his name and a blotch of red where his lifespan was supposed to be.
"You alright back there?" Wedy asked, "You seem rather quiet."
"I-I'm fine," B replied. He was quiet for the rest of the trip to Japan...On the motorcycle...On the plane...And on the motorcycle again...

* * * * *
"His hair needs to be messier," Aizawa noted.
"Yes," L said, "To avoid obvious suspicions from Raito-kun, he needs to look and act exactly like me."
Wedy rubbed an electrically charged blanket on B's head and it stuck up. in every direction.
"I never thought the greeting I'd get once I was freed was Make-over 101 with Detective L!" B shouted. He was literally tied to a chair while the task force decided what would make him look like L. Soichiro noted that they should add hair gel to keep it in place. Wedy was stuck doing all his make-up and hair as the task force brought it up...No help from anyone.
"He needs to be paler," Matsuda piped in, "With dark circles under his eyes."
"Powder can take care of his paleness and as for the dark circles, we can use eyeliner," Wedy said when she was done with his hair.
"I think I'm quiet capable of doing all of this myself, thanks," B said, "I DID do my own make-up during the Wara Ningyo killings, Misora couldn't tell I was Rue if I ran into her in a grocery store."
"Please," L held up his hand, "Let Wedy do it this time. She has an eye for detail and we need to be as exact as possible."
"Fine," B growled.
"Good boy," L said, He patted B's new mess of hair while Wedy looked for the eyeliner and powder. B took snap at L's hand but missed.
"I found them," Wedy announced. She powdered B's face and applied the eyeliner. After she was done, she showed the rest of the task force.
"Wow," Matsuda said amazed, "He could be L's twin!"
"Except he has red eyes," Mogi noted, "Don't we have a pair of contacts somewhere?"
"I thought Matsuda had them," said Aizawa.
"Oh, right!" Matsuda said, digging into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a set of black contacts. Around the edge of the pupil was a barely noticeable line of gray.
"Fool-proof," L said, "Let Beyond apply them himself. We wouldn't want him to go blind before he tells us who the Kiras are."
"Kiras?" B asked as Wedy untied him, "As in multiple Kiras?" Matsuda handed him the contacts and he gently put them in his eyes.
"Yes," L said, "There are two Kiras. I suspect them to be a lovely young couple we ran into. All the evidence points to them, but I cannot accuse them unless I have evidence. Mr. Yagami insists that we not accuse his son until we have a confession."
B looked up at what seemed like his mirror image...But then soon realized it was just L staring back at him.
"You will act as me for a week," L said, "One week, that's it. If we don't have a confession, you'll be in that warm straight jacket back at the asylum in Los Angeles."
"Jeez," Matsuda said, "He hired a crazy person?"
B turned around and grabbed Matsuda by the throat with both hands. Matsuda clawed at B's hands trying to loosen his grip, but B only tightened his grip.
"Guys," Matsuda choked out, "Help."
Soichiro grabbed B from behind while Mogi and Aizawa pried his hands of Matsuda. A few seconds later, they got B's hands off and held him still, Wedy even grabbed his legs for further protection B jerked and thrashed trying to get loose, but it was futile. Once Matsuda regained the ability to breathe and his breathing was normal again, he turned to B. This was the first time he's ever been choked. Slapped and yelled at, yes. But never choked.
"I'm not crazy!" B shouted. Matsuda waved his hands in front of him.
"Okay, you're not crazy," he said.
"Let me go!" B shouted
"Promise not to do anything of that sort Beyond," L said, "And I'll call them off."
"Fine," B growled. The task force let him go and he rubbed the spots on his arms they were holding onto. He wondered who was playing the role of an obeying dog; him or the task force.
"His behavior's worse than Light's," Matsuda whispered to L, "Arm yo sure this is a good idea?"
"I believe he's the only one qualified to do this," L whispered back, "Behavior or not, the show must go on." L approached B. He looked directly into his doppleganger's eyes, "You start right now, good luck. Soichiro will lead you and the rest of the task force to the office and you may begin. It's CRUCIAL that you act like me. Raito-kun is an intelligent adolescent. He'll notice if something isn't right about me. A change in behavior, eating habits, sleeping habits, anything and everything could effect this. Don't blow your cover. If all goes well,your freedom is granted."
"Yes L," B said, "Thank you, L."
"Oh, and on more thing," L said as B was about to turn around, "You will be referred to as 'Ryuuzaki' by everyone. Not L."
"Okay," B said. With that, he disappeared down the hall with the task force. After they were gone, L looked at the ceiling
"Hm...What should I do on my week off?" L contemplated aloud, " . . . I guess I'll eat cake and catch up on my sleep." L made his way toward his room.