I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE.
IT IS OWNED BY ITS RESPECTIVE OWNERS.
"They killed the man I was. All that's left is the will to hate and to destroy."
-Karl Brown
L. L. L. L. L. L.
I could not stop thinking about him. He was my focus. The reason for my existence. The only reason I still walk on this earth is to kill him. He will die. And I will laugh when he does. His payback for leaving will come, and my goal will be complete. I just have to wait for the right moment to strike.
L. L. L. L. L. L.
L is the center of my hate. I despise him, but yet I want to be him. No, I want to be more. I want to surpass him in all ways possible. I need to. And until he comes out from his fragile little hiding place, and shows his face to me again. I will continue to kill. He is the reason for all this. The only reason for the "Wara Ningyo Murders", as the media calls it. Without L, none of this would've happened, because I would be L and I would still have my grip on sanity. L knows I am coming for him, even if I'm not in this body when I do, I will hunt him down, and get him. He knows his days on the earth are numbered. I know the exact date he shall die.
L. L. L. L. L. L.
My thoughts all circle around L. I remember the time we first met, and my instantaneous love for L as his dark, emotionless eyes scanned over me. His raven black locks were twisted and turned on his head in peculiar ways and his awkward posture made him seem even more abnormal than he already was. I remember opening my mouth to speak to him but he walked away before I could utter a sound. He totally ignored me. Despite all this, I found myself yearning to get him to notice me. So over the next few weeks he was there, I found myself copying L to try and get his attention. He was my biggest focus. He was such a focus that I began to ignore everyone else. No one else mattered in my life other than the man I would soon despise. In these few weeks, my dearest friend A, who had no other friends except me, committed suicide. People say he could not deal with being the successor to L, but in reality, he was so depressed because of me that he couldn't live anymore. I had killed my best friend, maybe not physically, but does that really matter? It was because of my blindness to his need for my affection that he is gone. I might as well had stabbed him in the chest and left him for dead. This was the beginning of my murders, and the true beginning of my life as the world's greatest criminal. Adding to the loss of A, L left unexpectedly one day without even saying goodbye to any of us, he just left in the night. This broke my spirit, and left a hole where my heart used to be. I began to realize how L never cared for anyone except himself, and I didn't know how to deal with the tragic truth. So I ran away from the Wammy house, and left my sanity there with it.
L. L. L. L. L. L.
He makes me this way. He makes me insane. Why do you ask? Because his selfish deeds continue to break me, even now. When his cold, cold, soul stops beating, I will have finally won. And when he looks up into my eyes for the last time, my heart will shout with joy as his life fades away. Once L is gone, my job will finally be complete. I will have surpassed him and I can finally be happy again.
I am Beyond Birthday, and this is why I exist. So, L,
"Come out, come out, wherever you are... I'm waiting."
Update: Yes, I changed some stuff around because I thought it all sounded sortive...choppy, so I made the sentences flow a little bit more. Hope you find it more interesting now! Also, thanks for all the wonderful reviews! :D REMEMBER R&R PLEASE! :3 -Pegacy3731