This is my first story on this website and I hope you like it. It's a song fic, and the song is A Lunatic's Lament by Alesana.
A Lunatic's Lament
Beyond Birthday sat, crouched, in the corner of his mentor's bedroom; taking in the atmosphere of the small room. A sick smile made its way to his face when his eyes fell upon the bed in the center of the room.
Moonlight poured in the open window, casting light into the room and illuminating a grisley scene. Blood soaked the sheets on the bed, the blood of the worlds greatest detective. The detective's body laid sprawled on the bed, fully dressed and free of visible wounds.
If there hadn't been so much blood, it would have been presumed that he was simply sleeping.
Beyond stood from his position in the corner and slowly walked over to the bed. His smile faltered somewhat when he realized how peaceful L looked. He shook his head, this is what he wanted; isn't it? He had beat L, the copy had truly surpassed the original.
Nevertheless, Beyond began feeling remorse for the first time in his life.
Even though he had wanted this, wished for this, he couldn't believe that it had actually happened. He had honestly thought that it would have been harder to take the life of the person he was designed to emulate. Yet here he stood, over L's dead body, shocked at the reality of the scene.
He reached down and pulled L's shirt up, revealing the cause of death. His chest and stomach was adorned with stab wounds, in the shape of a sloppy B.
Turning around quickly, Beyond vomited on the floor next to the bed. This was the only time the sight of blood had ever made him physically ill. After he was finished emptying the contents of his stomach, he began to sob.
He hadn't cried since he had left Wammy's house.
"L, if only you... if only you could see me now," he said in between sobs. He didn't know who he was talking to; himself, or the dead body behind him. Either way, he figured this was the last chance he would ever have at a confession.
"I guess this was bound to happen. You and I, ending in a bloody mess. In the back of my mind I suppose I wanted it to end differently. You forgiving me, and accepting me as an equal, instead you simply marked me as Backup. Are you satisfied? This, everything that I have done, to you and to others, was all for you Lawliet."
Beyond turned himself around and faced the man lying on the bed. He wiped the hair out of the detectives face.
"I really didn't want it to end this way, I am sorry L. That can't fix this, no apology can. It can't rewind time and make our lives turn out differently."
Reaching onto the floor beside the bed, Beyond picked up his knife. "I wonder if I'll see you. On the otherside, I mean. I don't know what I am destined for, but if anyone is more worthy of heaven, it's you L Lawliet."
He stood, bracing himself on the headboard; his body too weak to stand without assistance. He slowly lowered himself onto the bed next to the detective.
Once he was settled he pulled up his own shirt, taking a deep breath, he began to carve a crude L into his own torso, much like the B on L's body. He then pulled his shirt down and slit his wrists, throwing the knife to the other side of the room before cuddling the detective's body to his own.
"I love you, L Lawliet," he whispered before falling into the eternal slumber of death.