Me: I've decided to start another fic, this one I started at school. I had to take a flash drive from my computer class because I started typing this in there and you can't get on the internet in that class. Hope you all like it, because this is one of those stories that involves Beyond Birthday, and who doesn't like the murderous bastard?

Please note that this chapter has spoilers for L's real name, I have warned you now.

Disclaimer: I do not own the glory that is Death Note, L, or the lovable B; I only own the plot and this story.

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The wind softly blew through the grass around his feet. He wriggled a toe in vague fascination, and looked back at the man behind him. The man smiled encouragingly, and the boy smiled hesitantly back. The man made a shooing motion with his hands, and the boy timidly nodded and slowly plodded forth, keeping his head down.

The boy looked from side-to-side every now and then, and seemed very timid and shy. The kids playing nearby took one look at him, and ignored him. Some even went so far as to move to the other side of the playground. The boy's eyes nearly shimmered with tears and a whimper almost came out of his mouth, but he held it in firmly.

The boy slowly trudged his way over to the abandoned swings, and pulled himself onto one, swinging forlornly all by himself. His midnight hair flitted softly in the breeze the motion made, and his eyes were as blank and cold as slate. His skin was snow-white, and he only wore a baggy white shirt and baggy blue pants. The weirdest thing about him was the black bags under his eyes that suggested he never slept and made him oddly resemble a panda.

The boy swung all by himself for several minutes while steadily being ignored by the other kids before one of the kids approached him. This kid held a swagger in his step, and looked to be around ten, and arrogant to boot. His midnight hair matched that of the swinging boy, but he had eyes the color of blood, and wore a fitting black shirt with tan shorts. His skin was pale, but not as pale as the other boy's.

This arrogant boy swaggered over to the other boy, while the kids watched on from their playing spot, trying to hide the fact that they were watching at all. He stopped a foot in front of the boy and stood there for several minutes, waiting for the other boy to acknowledge his presence. Blank, obsidian eyes stared through him, neither seeing or recognizing him, and that seemed to piss the boy off even more.

Finally, after ten whole minutes of being ignored by the other, the boy leaned over the one on the swing and stopped the swing with his hands, grabbing the chains on either side of the other boy and halting the movement. The swing stopped jerkily, but the boy sitting on the swings didn't even seem to notice.

That was when the other boy realized that the younger one was holding a teddy bear close to himself, and the boy smirked nastily. He grabbed the bear from the boy, intent on forcing him to acknowledge his presence, and perhaps rip the bear in the process, when it happened. The other boy seemed weak and small, with absolutely no strength in him at all, almost as if he could fall over should the wind blow on him.

As soon as he had the bear out of the other boys hands, he received a shock as the other boy stood up quick as lightning, and clipped him on the jaw harshly with an upper roundhouse, forcing the bear to go flying. The younger boy grabbed the bear before it could fall, and hugged it to himself, staring blankly at the other boy before sitting down at the swing and starting to swing again.

The other boy was clutching his jaw in his left hand, gaping and staring at the younger in shock as the realization of what had happened finally hit him. The other boy had actually hit him, hit him! Imagine the nerve, no one ever hit him. Ever. He stood up with difficulty, the boy seemed to know how to put just enough strength into his kick to keep his opponent dazed for several minutes, and glared furiously at the younger.

He attempted to grab the bear again, intent on ripping it up to show the other boy not to mess with him, and expected the boy to make the same move, and prepared for it. He was surprised when the boy didn't kick him, but raised his hand and hit him in the throat just as quickly as he had kicked him. It had the desired effect of sending him to the ground, knocking the bear out of his hands once again, and knocking the breathe out of him for perhaps several minutes.

The other boy trudged over to him, and while he looked up he finally noticed that the boy had a hunched back and had also brought his thumb up to his mouth to nibble on it. The boy peered at him from under the fringe of his hair, and the stare had him frozen in place, the boy hadn't even blinked this whole time. Then the boy opened his mouth and spoke only four words, "Don't touch my bear."

The other boy gasped for breathe and stared up at him in disbelief, and was frozen long after the other boy had picked his bear up, dusted it off slowly, and walked off. The bell rang several minutes later, but Beyond Birthday didn't even hear it.

It was only half an hour later when rain began to fall that he was awoken from his stupor. He slowly got up, brushing the wet hair that had fallen into his face off, and slowly smirked as he turned to look at the orphanage.

So that was the new kid… interesting. Well, if the kid thought he could beat and humiliate him in front of all of these kids, then he would be surprised. No one beat Beyond Birthday in anything. What kind of name was L. Lawliet anyway?

As Beyond quietly walked back to the orphanage, he devised a plan to beat and humiliate him back. It would only be a matter of time, there was no way L was smarter than him, no matter what those tests say. He would wait, and then he would defeat him. He never lost, never.

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Me: A little longer than any other previews and it is only a flashback, I'm not too sure if I'll put one of these every few chapters or something, because I want to show a lot of confrontation between L and B. Please read and review.