Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. It would have ended much differently if I did.
Author's note: My first Death Note story!! Please go easy on me if you don't like the pairing (not really pairing much in this story anyway) and any Flames will be used to burn all my skool books. Thank you.
Okay, here goes.
A Lost Cause
Nobody believed he could change.
Everybody thought he was a mad man.
Psychopath.
Insane.
Mentally ill.
The doctors didn't bother to help him.
The guards never acknowledged his existence.
Even the criminals, who's crimes were almost equally as bad, thought he was crazy.
Yes, everybody thought that Beyond Birthday was a lost cause.
Everybody except one.
She had worked with him on the case L himself had trouble with.
She had sat like him and ,for a moment, unwillingly drank the way he did (with way too much sugar).
She did admit that he was a little strange, but not crazy.
Even when she finally learned that he was the killer in the L.A.B.B. Murder cases, she still had to give him credit where he deserved it.
To her, he was a genius with an extraordinary amount of knowledge in the medical field with a need to surpass L that was so strong, that he was willing to give his life to prove he was better.
To many, they would call this stupid.
For one person to give up their life just to be better than someone they've personally never met seemed like the worst way to die.
For Naomi, that is what made her respect him that much more.
He almost gave his life away in order to prove to L that the copy can surpass the original.
Naomi figured that because of this odd form of respect, she felt compelled to visit him every week
And so, once a week, she would visit Beyond Birthday.
And that one day of the week is when Beyond Birthday actually felt like someone cared for his existence.
Ever since he left the orphanage, the world treated him just as cruelly as the kids in the playgound did. Not accepting the way he sat, the way he ate, the way he acted monotone all the time. It was the constant stares and the whispering behind his back that made him come to a conclusion: when his time was up, he would welcome death with open arms.
But ever since Naomi Misora started visiting, he felt like staying alive just one more week. And then the next week. And maybe the week after that. Until he finally decided that the day Naomi Misora died, would be the day he would take his own life.
But until that day, he would just enjoy her company and relish in the fact that she brought him strawberry jam evey week. (Let's face it. Prison food sucks)
To Beyond Birthday, Naomi Misora was his only connection to the outside world and right now, she was also his only friend.
Yay!! First Death Note story!! It came to me in skool so I know it's kind of short but there is another story forming in my head right now that I'm going to start writing soon. But in the meantime, hope you like this short little one-shot. :)
-RulerofFire