A/N: Hey! I just thought I'd do some Beyond Birthday thing. It might be a chapter story, might not. I've become addicted to BBxL and BBxMello, so I want to do a story containing BBxL, BBxMello, and MxM. There's going to be some non-con in here, most likely. And lots of dark stuff. This is BB we're talking about, anyway.

BB-centric, but not first person. Does that make sense? OH! The first chapter is like a prologue of sorts. It's very omniscient at first, but it'll be a personal third-person soon enough.

Warning! Sexual material, dark humour, violence, maybe gore and non-con. Not for the faint of heart, mind you! Revealings of BB's real name, Watari's real name, Near's real name, Mello's real name, L's real name, blah blah blah, you know the drill. I also took some liberties with the very delicate timeline of what happened at Wammy's. Deal with it. There's like no time for B and L to actually interact at Wammy's, since they're five years apart in canon. So I fixed it. They're one year apart, with L older. I'm sorry if this bugs you, but this damn Death Note world is so cramped! Only so much underage lust can happen until they're teens, you know? Please forgive me, my lovelies. Also, with B and Mello, I think Mello's two years younger than him, so that'll be simpler. Oohh, I'm going to have fun with this ]

Disclaimer: If I owned BB, god only knows what would happen. :3

Enjoy!

Music: Prisoner by Jeffree Star

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The average human lifespan in the United States of America is eighty years old. The average human life expectancy in England is seventy-eight. Different variables can be thrown in the mix—there are accidental deaths such as motor vehicle accidents or choking to death and also intentional deaths, caused by murder, suicide or war. Also, people can contract diseases such as influenza, pneumonia, cancer and diabetes. On top of all that, those with serious mental diseases such as schizophrenia, severe bipolar disorder, and manic/chronic or major depression live an averaged 25 years fewer than those without mental disorders.

Nobody can actually tell when others are to die. Of course, in the hospital when the doctor tells you how long you have to live, it's usually correct, but it's never, ever exact. No one on Earth can truly know the exact second which someone will die. It's impossible.

Well, 99.99% of the time, anyway.

There is one boy by the name of Beyond Birthday that has jet black hair, pasty skin, and eerie crimson eyes. Those eyes were the reason he was abandoned as a three year old child, left on an orphanage doorstep like he was a broken toy they were donating. The orphanage was a very prestigious school, so they left a note saying only "Demonically intelligent; beware of his schemes" in his stroller with him.

Those eyes could see death. In Beyond's eyes, there were floating letters and numbers over the heads of people. Of course, he didn't know what they meant until he was very small, because he didn't know how to read until a few months before his parents deserted him. Upon his becoming literate, he found that the letters were names, and the numbers dates and times. For some bizarre reason, it came to him inexplicably that the dates and times were the date and time of day when that person would die. He started drawing pictures of the deaths, with dates and names over the stick figures' heads. His parents, on finding these pictures, decided that their child was possessed by the devil. Too afraid to try exorcism, they just gave him up.

Even though he wasn't officially accepted by the necessary IQ test into the orphanage, a very kind and caring old man who owned the institute insisted to his partner that they keep him. The orphanage, called "Wammy's House," was owned and founded by a Mr. Quillish Wammy. He was an inventor, a famous one at that, and he founded a school for gifted orphans. Wammy's House was by then four or five years old, and consisted of six children. Roger Ruvie, Wammy's partner, was frankly freaked out by the evil vibe he'd gotten from looking into the baby's eyes. He'd tried to reject the boy from their establishment, but Wammy wouldn't turn an orphan away, no matter his intelligence or his appearance.

And so Beyond Birthday's fate was set.

The story of what happened in his childhood up until his teenage years is quite irrelevant. He had one friend named A, A for Alein. Beyond had known Alein's name since he'd first seen him, but since Roger and Mr. Wammy had made it expressly clear that the first letter of his first name will be used as his name from then on, B knew that he wasn't to speak to A about his real name. It must have been a liability thing, the red-eyed boy had thought to himself.

A was his roommate, his study buddy, and his guide around Wammy's House. He was the only one who looked past BB's appearance and quirks to see the boy that was inside. He could see the fragile, lost, lonely boy that longed for friends and a home. B himself didn't even know that this child had ever existed as himself, and he still doesn't know about that part of him. He was a cruel child; he enjoyed torturing the minds of the other students (excepting his one and only friend, of course) and manipulating them to do his will. Because of the combination of his vast imagination and his harsh threats to the other kids, no authority figures were informed.

But there was one child who B didn't dare harm, whether the method be mental torment or physical agony. This child had intrigued Beyond since he was seven years old. He would follow the boy around, toting his signature strawberry jam container. The boy fascinated the demon to no end. His name was L Lawliet. He was two years older than Beyond, and B was enthralled by the boy: his unruly ebony hair, his obsidian eyes, even his oral fixation to sweets. When he was alone and out of earshot, B liked to affectionately call him Lawli. He'd make drawings of Lawliet doing all kinds of things like studying, working or eating. His manic obsession with the older boy was very subtle until Beyond was thirteen years old.

One day, Beyond came home from a day out on the town with a haircut exactly like Lawliet's. He'd smudged charcoal makeup under his eyes to look like L, and he'd just sat and stared at Lawliet studying in the library for three hours straight.

That's when Roger got angry, and also where Mello came in.