Disclaimah: I doth not own DeahtNote or any characters used in this fan-fic.
Beyond Birthday slowly sat himself down, wincing at the burns as he stared forward, through the glass, wondering who his 'visitor' was. Probably a Victim's relative come to call him him ever curse under the sun. Joy. So, when the red-haired male stepped into the room, grinning at him, B almost went wide eyed waiting until the goggle-wearing teen had sat down, before saying anything.
"Mail." Beyond greeted, head tilted slightly in curiosity.
"B." Mail stated with a childish grin, "How ya' doing in this nut-house?" the red-head asked, head tilted in the opposite direction to B's.
"Living, unfortunately." the raven-haired male muttered. Matt shook his head, sadly "Y'know, I always knew you were kinda twisted.." the red-head the flailed slightly "In a good way, I mean! But, to go so far, B? C'mon man, why'd you do it?" Mail asked, leaning his elbows onto the small table, resting his chin on his palm.
"For her, Mail. It was always for her." B replied simply, staring Matt straight in the eye. "Thought so. You were always different when she died. Y'know, it's funny." Matt replied, an amused smile set upon the red-head's face "The media's made you out to be some kind of twisted monster. Yet, you seem so normal, so.. Wammy's House B-like."
"I suppose I'm used to acting like this around you, Mail. Would you prefer to see the me they did?" B asked, quietly, curiously. Matt shook his head "Nah. I don't think I'd be able to deal with it. You were always that smart kid who just had a slightly 'curious' side." Matt replied, smiling brightly, nostalgically.
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"I don't think I'd like you to see my like that either, Mail. Do you remember, Mail? The last time you, me and her spent together?" B replied, a sad smile set on his face. Matt nods lightly "Yeah." he replied simply, before sighing "I have to leave, tomorrow." Mail confessed, slowly glancing down at the table.
"I know, Mail." B replied, solemnly. An awkward silence filled the room as B and Matt both stared at each other, frowning.
"I'm sorry." B stated simply, to say Matt was shocked at the statement was, indeed, an understand "Whys that, B?" Matt asked with a quiet gulp, the red-head knew why, it was the fate he knew would happen, yet was still afraid of.
"The bells of death, call for you my friend." B replied, frowning. Matt nodded as a guard entered the room "Time's up." the guard stated before leaving, not giving any time for arguing.
Matt stood, slowly "See ya', B." the red-haired cheerfully stated.
"Goodbye, Matt. Make sure to tell A I'll see you two soon." B replied cheerfully.
"Of course." Matt finished before stepping out of the room, grinning "She'll be happy to hear that, in a small way." the red-head muttered to himself while making his way down the hallway.
A/N: Bleh. Probably very OOC. :c