Authors note: O hai. This story is about Beyond Birthday from the novel "Another Note". If you dont know what that is theres a chance you might get confused about this. But I go over alot of the more important stuff (eventually) . If you have read Another Note then there are things to clarify: B isnt that gross burnt beyond recognition thing. I cand deal with that. Cant. Burns heal. albeit slowly. Therefore he only has... (thiswouldbebetterwithvisualaide.) A few scars. But they're pretty effing obvious. -massive sweatdrop- And oh yeah. B isnt killed by Kira like it mentioned in the book, because... he is from Wammy's house and since when do they give out names to anyone D:

I make long Authors notes T.T

Disclaimer thing: Yah, fuckit...

Unfortunate

To summarize a life with that, truly the most insulting sentiment in the world .

BB sat in the corner of his room. He was counting. …

1...2…click.

I…2…3…click

1…2…3…4…5

…

Click…

The person in the room next to his was loading a gun, he was counting the intervals between each bullet put in. Their hands were shaking but they were not scared …

1…2…3…click….

"That's enough, just kill yourself." He said quietly to the entity beyond the wall, His voice seemed scornful. But in all honesty, he was very sad. People would ask him later

"Why didn't you try to stop him?"

He would laugh tiredly at their question, because they really didn't understand.

1…2…3…4…

Click…

He was going to die tonight. There wasn't a thing he could do to stop that. No talking him down, no confiscation of deadly weapons. He. Was. Going. To. DIE. End of story.

1…2…

bang.

B closed his eyes and smiled sullenly, "very good… that wasn't so bad." He said, to the dead boy in the room next to him, although he wasn't sure if he was talking to him or himself.

Because, he'd been preparing for this to happen ever since he met the boy, became friends with him.

It was an accident, the friendship. Because no one in the right state of mind would make friends with a dead man.

But he did… and then his death date got closer and closer… and he despaired. He realized he was going to need to separate himself from his friend, to make it easier for both of them…

B stood up and left his room, opening the door to his dear friends room, opening it slowly. The thought of what lie beyond scared him, but he swallowed his fear and entered the room, not bothering to turn on the lights.

"Its okay A… I wont tell anyone." He said, "They can find out from you."

So he stayed and he sat with his friend until morning. Until Mr. Wammy and his shadow would show up.

"W—what happened?" Mr. Wammy asked, B explained as calmly as possible that A had felt too much pressure, and subsequently ended his own life. There were more questions, but B didn't answer, he didn't talk again for a very long time.

"BB?" A young woman asked, looking into his room. He didn't answer her.

"You are Mister Beyond Birthday… right?" She asked, she seemed concerned, but it was probably just concern that she had the wrong inmate. BB looked at her, his red eyes seeming to glow through the dark of the room.

"Yes, Rebecca Stanford. That's my name." He said, focusing on her more intently. She squirmed under his gleaming gaze. Those red eyes were truly terrifying, just as the other nurses had said.

"I… you… Have a visitor. I'm supposed to… escort you." She said clumsily, She really wanted to run from him. As far as possible, as fast as possible. If this was the BB she'd been told about in her psychology class then she wanted nothing to do with him.

"They sent you, ma'am?" He asked amusedly, "What exactly was their logic on this decision?" He continued, standing and walking towards her. She backed away, "It wasn't our idea, it was his."

"…his."

Naomi Misora. He wondered how she was, how she and her boyfriend were doing. If their career got in the way of their personal affairs…

He wondered if she'd remember him.

"Ha… Mister Ryuzaki, he is here." Rebecca Stanford stammered, eager to leave the serial killer in someone else's care.

B sat at the table, staring directly across at the other figure.

"…You stole my name." Was all he said, his red eyes locked with the others deep black. 'Ryuzaki' nodded, no emotion evident. No apology or stubbornness. Simply affirmation of a very true statement.

"Why is that?"

"Because I respect you."

B raised a brow, this statement was unwarranted, and made him leery. But he didn't ask, instead he continued to ask the question 'Ryuzaki' wanted him to.

"What are you here for?" He asked.

"… I'm afraid."

Stranger still. B looked at him incredulously. L… or 'Ryuzaki' was NOT afraid. He was fearless, he was …

"What are afraid for?"

"I'm afraid for you."

Oh gods, he wasn't making any sense at all… L and B hate each other. Or they should.

"There has been a trend starting recently of criminals dieing. Kira is killing people like you…"

"L. If you don't remember correctly: I tried to kill myself. What makes you think I value my life…?"

L barely stopped to consider this, "I value your life!" He stated quickly, and impulsively. B was taken aback but decided not to ask anything more of it.

"So, why have you told me this? For the sake of having me fear a death that might not come…?" L stopped to think about it, obviously he hadn't considered. "Well actually, No one knows your name, so you're pretty… safe…" He trailed off, cursing his train of thought… or lack thereof.

"Then WHY THE HELL are you here…?" B asked, gradually getting annoyed …and even a bit confused.

"I panicked, I guess." L mumbled, biting his thumb, "I want you to come back to Wammy's with me."

"…You're fucking insane." B growled, but he wasn't going to object. He didn't really like being in a "maximum security hospital". There were some unpleasant people in there (him not included ofcourse..)

L laughed, "Yeah. I am."

"Hey B." A little voice asked, sneaking up beside him while he wrote. B ignored the voice… B didn't talk. Preferring to perfectly copy the handwriting of, well whoever the sample was this time…

"B…" The voice insisted.

He looked to the child who was prying into his personal space; it was N. Near, the little genius child.

"It stands for 'Backup', doesn't it?" he asked, knowing full well it did.

"If I hear you say it again. I will kill you, Nate River. Do not speak to me." B didn't talk. B didn't talk unless he had something to say.

That's it foar chapitere un.

I haven't seen many fics with B inthem. So I had to make my own shitty one. :D

I swear to god it has a plot… If it doesn't may a bread truck hit me… and not kill me plzkthnx.

Jordan Von Shotgun