Disclaimer - I don't own death note
There were shapes floating above his mother's head. They moved with her and when she picked them up, he batted at them. They were fascinating and no matter what he did his hands went straight through them. Every so often, not only would a shape change but one would disappear.
His mother was soft and warm, she taught him the numbers in a book and the colours. Red, 11. The next day it was 10. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 passed in a blur of doctors and tests. "Something's wrong, he won't look at me." His mother was upset but Beyond just watched the number above her head, there was only a single 4 now.
3, 2, and 1, his mother crumpled to the floor in a pool of red coughing. Then she lay still Beyond watched the 1 fade and waited for mother to wake up, day was not for sleeping in. She never did. Night came and with it brought a strange stiff coldness to her.
Father came home and shouted and raged, throwing things around. Then he picked Beyond up, strapped him into the car seat and drove off. He was dropped at an orphanage with no name and a red blanket covered in jam.