BBB--(Woo!)--BBB
He loves me, he loves me not.
My love was my decay.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He repeated to himself over and over.
These petals decide what's next for you and I...
Beyond Birthday delicately plucked the fragile red petals of a blood-stained rose, running his spidery fingers over the thorn-adorned stem, making sure to prick himself every time. Woo! He laughed manically, or maybe he laughed more like henh henh, every time a petal pulled was a "He loves me."
Never resting time, leads summer on, leads summer on.
Never resting time, leads summer on, leads summer...on.
Beyond Birthday crookedly smiled, pinkish teeth gleaming, hands behind his back, folded neatly, smirk growing larger with every footstep closer to L's bedroom door.
The worst was...the worst was this:
Beyond Birthday extended his hemoglobin graced hand towards the crystal glazed doorknob and leered larger, thin, dirt encrusted fingers gripping the length and wrist spinning the handle…
My love was (my decay) my love was...
My love was (my decay) my love was...
L did not love him. Beyond Birthday broke down in tears, wailing in a loud chorus on the sienna carpeting, Rose previously held in his grip spinning away, the last petal had not been pulled, for his fear of "He Loves me not." But did L care about the feelings of the macabre murderer? Certainly not.
Finding oneself in such murderous shame,
Playing roulette with a flower,
Mislead devotion into seclusion.
Guilt from the murders overcame him, his dream of L's affection, or even his notice would never come true.
Devotion... devotion...
His misplaced admiration didn't matter. He was Beyond Birthday, after all. Henh Henh, Haha, lol, He laughed them all, confidence pulling a knife from his pocket. Locking L's door, and a chair under the handle in case someone was to find the key, Beyond Birthday approached the cold detective.
Scream loud as you want to.
Scream loud as you want to.
There's no way that they can hear you.
There's no way that they can hear you.
Every time Beyond Birthday took the knife to the detective, he screamed. "Do you love me now, L?" Beyond Birthday would ask, before proceeding to stab him again. His cries were useless. Beyond Birthday enjoyed L's warmth- the warmth of his blood as it spurt across him, the rich red color staining the perfectly white room. Oh, how purity was lost.
Never resting time, leads summer on, leads summer on.
Never resting time, leads summer on, leads summer...
Never resting time, leads summer on, leads summer on.
Never resting time, leads summer on, leads summer...on.
L grew tired of wailing and eventually flinched. "Do you love me now, L?" Beyond asked him, tearing his skin apart. "Yes." L said, wincing in pain. "Yes what?" Beyond asked, angrily dragging the knife across L's chest. "Yes, I love you, Beyond." L panted. "Very well then." Beyond said. L began to scream again as Beyond picked up speed.
I'll stop...
Stabbing...
When you stop...
Screaming...
"I'll stop stabbing when you stop screaming, L." Beyond said, smiling through it all. L stopped screaming, and Beyond stopped stabbing. "Goodnight forever, my love," Beyond told L, kissing his coppery lips.
A/N: He killed L! R&R!
