This is a BxA story I started writing in a notebook. I'm not done with it (I have about four chapters done…. About 20-?? Pages done in the notebook). I figured, hey, A doesn't get much love, and since A is A and B is Beyond Birthday, they MUST have known each other when they were at Wammy's!! So my friends know that I live and breathe yaoi, so I'm writing a BxA yaoi story! Yay! Let's get jiggy with it!

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That sounded INSANELY creepy. I'm sorry XD. I got caught up in the moment of yaoi *drool*.

He sighed, rapidly typing away at his computer. His bedroom door was both shut and locked, so nobody would disturb him. His light green eyes were glued to the screen of his computer; fingers racing across his keyboard, creating a quiet clacking sound. Not stopping his typing, he moved the honey-blonde hair from his eyes with a head-jerk. A light tapping at his door made him jump.

"Alternate?" He immediately recognized the voice. It was Roger, Quillish Wammy's assistant who ran the orphanage while he was away. Which was always, since he was the only person L trusted.

The blonde quickly got up, unlocking and opening the door.

The old man stepped into the room. "Alternate, is everything coming along nicely? Your report I mean?"

"Yes, Roger." The thirteen year old boy replied.

"I've come to inform you that tomorrow Mr. Wammy will be bringing in your competitor.

The boy's eyes widened. "Competitor? To be L's heir?"

"Yes." The man said. "We've found an orphan child at your level of genius."

"Who is he?"

"Backup, or 'B', is a Japanese orphan whose parents were killed four years ago. The child, like I said, is at your level." Roger stated.

"Backup? So if anything happens to me… if L picks me that is…" The blonde's voice trailed off.

"He will be your replacement."

The boy said nothing. Of course, he was happy he'd remain number one at Wammy's, and this B character was only his Backup, but something was bothering him. He was A, -who was B…?

And B would try to surpass him, whoever B was.

"Tomorrow?" A looked up at the old man.

"Yes, he'll be here tomorrow. His room is across the hall from yours."

"Okay." The blonde nodded.

Roger nodded to him, closing the door behind him.

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A changed quickly into his pyjamas, a simple blue t-shirt with matching blue sweatpants. The blonde brushed his teeth, and then returned to his bedroom.

The room was blue (A's favorite color), with a bare wooden floor. A large bed with a white blanket was on the far right corner of the small room. A flat screen computer was on a wooden desk on the opposite wall.

The blonde sighed, shutting the door behind him and walking to his bed. He crawled over to the left side of the bed- the side against the wall, and lied down in the darkness.

He stared up at the ceiling (thought he couldn't see it) wondering about this B, (Or Backup as Roger called him.) person. Who was he? How smart was he? How old was he?

"What will he do to surpass me?" A mumbled, then drifted off to sleep.