Beyond Birthday.
As a child, he never had the perfect life. He never even had an average life. With an abusive father, his life was far from perfect. Beyond was born with the eyes of a shinigami. He had been able to tell what a person's real name was and when they were going to die. Just one look into those eyes and Beyond's father, Jasper, thought they were evil. Eyes that red were eyes of the devil, he had once thought. He had disowned Beyond, claiming that he was not his son, but the son of Satan. Jasper had tried to kill Beyond every night for seven years with stabbing, beatings, and other abusive ways.
One night, after an extremely painful beating, Beyond layed on his blood soaked bed curled up in a ball. By this time, he was 12 years old. What did I do? he thought to himself as he traced his new scars. He looked at his finger, staring at the fresh new blood. He closed his eyes and started to weep silently. That was when he heard them.
"Why do you cryyy, chiiiiiild?"
Beyond's eyes shot open as he looked around for the source. "Who are you?" he whispered. A cackle was heard. "Weeee are your frieeends," the voices replied. Beyond's eyes became thoughtful. "F-Friends...?" he said unsurely. "But of couuuuurse," they replied. "We have beeeen with youu through your paaaiin and suffeeering for allllllll of these yeears." Beyond frowned. "I-I'm sorry you had to go through that..." he apologized weakly. The voices chuckled. "You have no reaaason to aplogiiiize, chiiild," they assured. "I just don't get it..." Beyond said. "Father is always angry with me, but I haven't done anything wrong. He says it's my eyes...but what's wrong with them?"
"Nothiiing is wroooong with themm," the voices said. "Your eyes are a giiiift. Thosee numbeeeers represent the amouuunt of time a person has to liiiiivee." Beyond drew in a sharp breath. "So that's what they mean..." he mused. "But then, the numbers that I saw above father's head were unusually short..."
Suddenly there was a crash downstairs. Beyond slowly turned his head to face his door, which was ajar. He heard the gunshot, along with his mother screaming his father's name. Beyond knew what had just happened. He understood all of it now. His father was finally dead, which meant no more abusement. And then he heard laughing. It was a different kind of laughter, one he had never heard come out of a human. That's when he relized that he was the one laughing. There he sat, laughing and laughing and laughing...
Two years later, Beyond had been placed in an orphanage called Wammy's House for a few years since his mother had died. Beyond was now seventeen years of age. He had made some actual friends, ones you could actually see. He stared at the stars from the window in his room. They were brighter than usual. Beyond smiled as he silently named the constellations to himself. "Enjoyyiing the siiiights?" he suddenly heard. He immediately put a hand to his head. "You again?" he asked. The voices laughed. "Do you reaaaly wannaaa be here, Beyooond?" they asked. Beyond gave a confused look. "What do you mean? Everything's perfect right now. I have actual friends, they care about me, I get good grades, plus I'm second in line to be L's successor," he said. "Whaaat was that laaast oneee?" the voices asked. "I said that I'm second-"
"Stop riiiight theeeree," the voices inturuppted. "What?" Beyond asked, annoyed. "You said that yoouu were secccoooond. Don't youu want to bee moreee than thaatt?" they asked. Beyond shook his head. "I see nothing wrong with the title I've been given," he said. The voices sighed sadly. "Oh, poooorrr Beyond. Doeesn't knoww what he's missing ouuut onn..." they said. "What do you mean by that?" Beyond asked.
"Weee just thoought that you would want to be mooree than 'baaack upp', that's aalll. Weee never thoughht you weree so bliiind to not seeee that you were being useeeed," the voices replied. "...Used?" Beyond whispered. The voices chuckled. "Yoouu haveen't notiiceed? This Lawwwlieet is just usiiiing youuuu and everyone elseee hereeee. Woouuldn't it be niiiiiicee to showw him that he's not the most supirioooorr persoon hereee? Don't you want to show him that you could suuuuurpaasss hiim?"
"...That'd be nice," Beyond agreed, a wicked grin slowly forming on his face. The voices laughed. "Glad to see you agreeeee. Noww, first thiiing's fiiirst. You'd haaate seeeeing everyyone elseee be useeed, correect?" they asked. Beyond nodded. "Well," the voices started,"Whyyy don't youu put theemm ouuut of their miseeery, and awaaay from L's graaasp?"
"How?" Beyond asked. "Loook insiiide the drawwwer beside youuu. The toool to saaave them will bee in theeere," the voices answered. Beyond opened the drawer. All that was in there was a book, a few pencils, and a knife. Beyond picked the knife up. "This?" he asked. "Yeeeesssss," the voices replied. "Nowww, waaiit until eeveryyone's asleep. Theen, wee waant you to sneak ouut of youur room annd take caree of the onee closesst to being L's tooool." Beyond stared at the knife, eyes shining red. "Understood."
A few years later, Beyond looked outside the window of the apartment building. Then he turned his attention to the gallon of gasoline next to him. He sighed, kneeled and uncapped it. "This is a mistaake, Beyonndd," the voices argued. Beyond smirked. "Kya ha! Why? Is someone afraid to die?" he asked in a mocking tone. "We've done sooo much for you, thouugh. Whyy would you waant to throwww your liiife away like thiis?" the voices asked. "Because," Beyond said. "If I don't, I'll lose. And besides. If I die, I'll never hear from you bastards again." He started pouring the gasoline all over himself.
"Don't dooo thiis!" the voices commanded. Beyond shook his head, smiling. Then he got out a lighter from his pocket. "Farewell," he said to them, then lit himself on fire.
As some of you might know how the story went, Beyond wasn't able to commit suicide. Naomi Misora made sure of it. Although, the pain was far too great that the voices hadn't spoken for a year. But they came back as soon as they recovered, screaming in Beyond's head as he layed against padded walls, wearing a tight straight jacket. They would call him a fool, a faliure, anything they could think of. But Beyond would just sit there, smiling. They got what they deserved, and so did he.