Beyond the Pale

A/N: I'm BAAAAAACK! Haha ANOTHER BB fanfic! But I love the guy. He's all that's been on my mind for a while. So we're just following my imagination and the medication that I got from the doctor because I'm still pretty sick. That stuff gives me freaky dreams. Just saying. My imagination has always been very in-depth, and now is no exception. So, with that being said, I'll say the disclaimer and let Beyond take the floor. By the way, Beyond the Pale is a song by Mudvayne. It's a bit like Beyond himself, but I'll let you look it up and tell me. It's just my opinion.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Ali. Yup, and she's me, so all I own is me. Go figure! Oh, and the story plot. 'Cause I'm pretty sure no one else came up with this. If they did, which I'm pretty sure they didn't, then I am very sorry. Take it away, Beyond! BB: *takes out knife and steps toward me* I'd love to! Me: *throws hands into the air* Yaaaayyy! [This is NOT going to end well]

Chapter 1

Beyond Birthday smiled as he looked at the girl in front of him. He had gotten to know her and had convinced her to let him move into her home with her. She was of no importance to the task force- he had needed a place to stay and someone to stay with who he knew wouldn't tell anyone about him. Not that the task force would find him anyway- he was using his alias, Rue Ryuzaki.

Beyond still continued killing people, but he made sure to do so in other parts of town, never in this neighborhood. He knew that Ali, his housemate, would become a bit more paranoid, and maybe even do a background check on him. And Beyond couldn't have that. He was on his way to greatness, and he knew that when the day came for him to move on, he would have to kill the innocent girl standing in front of him who had unknowingly housed a serial killer.

BB pushed his thoughts aside as he got a slight ping in his stomach. What was that? It was a sickening feeling, but he couldn't figure out what it was from. It was probably just because he was so hungry, and his stomach knew that he was about to ingest his favorite food. So with that, the raven-haired man sat down at the dining room table and cracked open a new jar of strawberry jam. Ali sat across from him in her usual sweatpants and t-shirt and brown hair in a messy bun, munching on her cereal and watching Beyond eat with her pale green eyes, just as she always did on Saturday mornings.

"I don't see how you can eat that 24/7, Rue. I'd get tired of it after a few days," she said, spooning the last of her cereal into her mouth. "Plus, would it kill you to use a spoon?" If only she knew…

Ali was a notorious neat freak. She liked things to be in their proper place, things to be used for all the right reasons, and since Beyond was a bit of a neat freak himself, even if not just a freak, he liked things like that as well. That's what made life more bearable with each other- they were a lot alike. Except for the fact that Ali was not a homicidal maniac. Other than that, they were similar in many ways.

Beyond just laughed and stuck his fingers into the jar, digging out a big clump of jam and popping it into his mouth. His first taste of strawberry jam of the day. It was sweet, and it made Beyond that much happier. Ali quickly stuck her spoon in the jar and scooped out the liquid/solid/lolsquid [SpongeBob reference!] before smiling deviously and eating the red, gooey substance. Beyond hated it when she did that, but deep down, even if he didn't know it, he admired her a bit. The only way you could really make him mad was to mention his past, talk about the so-called "brilliant" L [Beyond's words, not mine], or mess with his strawberry jam.

Ali had learned long ago not to ask about Beyond's childhood since it was off-limits, and since she didn't care much about L, the only way she knew how to get to him was to mess with his jam. One time, she had even gone so far as to pretend that the store had run out of strawberry jam.

"But it's okay," she assured BB, "I got grape jelly instead." Beyond had almost gotten a knife then and there and slit her throat on the spot, but soon realized that by the way Ali was laughing it had just been a joke.

Beyond had grown a sort of fondness of the girl. He always thought of her as "the girl," even though they were very close in age. He hated looking up and seeing her name and the date of her demise over her head, and he knew that getting close to her would result in complications. Complications that could get him caught and sentenced to death. Therefore, he didn't talk to her much, but when he did, he always made sure to never use her name and to not look at her. He spent almost all of his time in his room, because maybe if he didn't look at her, she wasn't there. But Beyond always knew that she was.

He could always hear her at night. Oh, how he hated the nights in that house. He never slept, and therefore, he could hear Ali talk in her sleep. But it was difficult not to; she woke up screaming from nightmares more nights than not, and every night, Beyond could hear her muttering to someone in her sleep, telling them things that he couldn't understand through the thick walls. Instead of going and comforting her, the serial killer lay down in bed and pretended to be asleep, just in case Ali came to check on him like she sometimes did.

This morning, Ali had dark circles under her eyes, and Beyond knew that it was from the nightmares. They were really starting to catch up with her, and you could see it; the way it took her longer to perk up in the morning, the way she looked paler than usual. But BB refused to acknowledge that anything was happening, because that would've meant that he cared. And if there was one thing that he did not do, it was care about other people.

"An old friend is coming over today at about noon, Rue, so if you want to go upstairs while they're here, then I won't hold anything against you. He's bringing a couple of other people that he works with too, so just in case you freak out because there's more people than you expect, than that's why," Ali said, rinsing her bowl out in the sink and putting it neatly into the dishwasher.

"Alright," Beyond said as he took charge of the sink, cleaning out his jam jar, replacing the label, and putting them in the recycle bin. "I'll probably just hang out upstairs."

It was about one o' clock when Ali's friends came over, and as they parked the car in the driveway, "Rue" peeked out of the second-story window in his room to see what they looked like and what their names were, only to be presented with a huge problem.

Ali's friends were Light Yagami, Mihael Keehl, and Mail Jeevas.

All of them were currently working to find and eliminate a local serial killer by the name of Beyond Birthday.

End of Chapter 1

This is my third story that I'm working on right now that's on-going. So I have to update all of my OTHER stories, too. But I really like this one. So I'm making it anyway. FUN! Haha I love BB. And for those who aren't hard-core, die-hard Death Note fans, Mihael Keehl is Mello, and Mail Jeevas is Matt. I couldn't put their aliases on there because Shinigami eyes show their true name, not any nicknames that they have. And YES, for those who don't know, BB was born with Shinigami eyes. If you haven't read Death Note: Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases, then you REALLY should. Not just because you really shouldn't be reading a fanfiction about BB if you don't know anything about him, but also because it's also an awesome book. Not trying to be rude or anything, but it would really help you if you read it :3 ~~~ I'm going crazy. If you're sick like me, there's no stopping now. Try to break it up and just let it out. If I was sick like you, I would feed the fire. I would light it up and watch it all drop down…~~~ Sick by Adelitas Way