I came up with the idea of Light being reborn as B a long time ago, but I figured it was just another failed and unnecessary plan to get Light and Beyond together- this time in the same body! However, after reading a wonderful fanfiction by one of my favourite authors, I figured the worst that would happen was I would offend a bunch of fans and ruin the characters for everybody... Oh, God, I'm so sorry. ~MelaRossa
Typically, though not without exceptions, to remember events of one's past is of great relevance to the rememberer. Life would be impossible to live without memories, despite their occasional annoying trickery or failings. But even with their extreme importance, they have a terrible habit of being of containing matter which is little or no use at all. For example, memories of things that really mean nothing and hold no value at all. These are generally ignored or, if a person really is unable to forget them, considered to be unusual. Perhaps there was a reason they were unable to forget the tiniest details of that particular time? Generally, due to the fact that they are of no importance, they are disregarded. Or, attempted to be disregarded.
It was an unfortunate case for Beyond Birthday, who, despite them all being completely irrelevant to his four-year-old self, he was to recall a life-time of memories. Albeit, it was a very short life-time, little over two decades long. However, it was still a life, and it had been at the time quite a dramatic one.
Light Yagami had, and of this he was certain, lived.
Light Yagami, equally as certain, had died.
So to slowly feel his consciousness being poured into the body of the pale English child was something of an oddity. For the man who had been expecting eternal nothingness, to be reborn years before his original birth, fully aware of every detail of up until his death, was not something he could have foreseen.
Further more, this new reborn body had the nerve to provide the famed Shinigami Eyes free of charge, a life time late and lacking the required notebook that put them to use.
Light found himself already furious with this life.
It took four years for the memories begin to settle properly. Former years were dedicated to growth and development to the extent of any awareness of Light Yagami was unable to register in the mind of the child's body. For that reason, the first real day of Light's rebirth was, and this was undoubtedly not coincidentally, the day of the man who fathered this second body's death.
He had said it many times before, but on that day was the first time he had understood the sentence, the goodbye, he informed the man before his departing for work.
"Are you going to say goodbye to your Daddy?" The man asked, smiling in a sickening way that parents insist on doting their offspring with, and cocking the child's chin up to face him against his will.
The boy hissed his reply.
"You are not my father."
The awkward laughs hid any pain, as they did every time those words were spat out. In truth, Light was obviously the cause of his second-parents' depression, and the death of his mother. He couldn't pretend that the fact bothered him in the slightest. Likewise, when news of the father's death was announced, the emotion the boy felt was not pain or missing, but that of amusement. He had been involved in a drug dealing that had ended badly and been murdered by thugs. Perhaps the only twinge of sympathy he ever felt was for the unfortunate people who had to pick the dismembered limbs of his mother off the train tracks a year later. Even then it was fleeting.
Apparently Quilish Whammy, though known by Light as Watari, had founded an orphanage in which L's successors were raised and trained. It came as no surprise that it was not the place designated for Light after his second-mother's suicide. More than that, the fact of knowing he would live again without that disgusting, sloppy, awkward man lifted a huge weight from his shoulders. How free life would be without those owl eyes staring at his every action, judging his every move, and forcing every word to be the result of hours of planning, God help him (despite his firm belief of there being none other than himself,) should he screw up. For whatever idiotic cause, may it be a Shinigami's ill joke or other, the idea of being truly alone was the sweetest sensation he could hope to experience. The thought of L, growing to befriend his enemy and, to some extent, trusting him enough to slip up, enough to lose and to die over and over again brought saliva threatening to spill past his lips. The taste of his victory (that had been, in the end, stolen from him from that bastard albino scum, the boy not worth the mud under Kira's shoes,) was far past the description of being "perfect". It deserved its own word.
Light inwardly laughed to himself, while riding in the back of the mini van he had been dumped in, on destination to this new orphanage of which he had been assigned.
It was Beyond perfect.
Perhaps this new life would be at least a little entertainment, even with the great inconvenience living brought.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No.
The sound of the breaking mirror awoke neighbouring rooms, groggy children annoyed by the interruption of their sleep, already prepared to be fully emotional the following morning and to make sure the source of the noise would be aware of it.
Many rolled over to return to dreaming, either not caring by the noise enough to move or assuming it was just in their minds. Few rose to check the cause out of curiosity and fear, and even less out of concern.
The bathroom door had been locked from the inside with the aid of a small stool, previously used for younger children to access the sink. Oh, how Light missed being tall. To have to stoop down to face those shorter than himself had been something he had taken for granted.
Suddenly, the idea of stooping made him feel sick.
Staring into the fragments of broken glass, the world was all but crashing down on his skull. Of course he hadn't thought anything of the unusual (lack of) sleeping habits. Insomnia was more common than uncommon in children of his age and, despite his mind technically being around thirty (adding these new years), his body was still six, and apparently he was still to obey to its laws. For that reason, staying up for days on end had been no great drama. It was understandable that he should cause the skin around his eyes to darken and his face to turn more pale in colour.
Yet, the pale skin, the thick black hair, the almost artificial-looking rings hanging below his wide eyes. Everything, everything, everything. The realisation was more painful than bricks being dumped on his head (which would have been more preferable, since death would be imminent).
Light very well considered grabbing a shard of the broken mirror and ending his life instantly. He would not, ever, even for the chance to be alive again, become L. He would not endure the life of what he had worked so hard to rinse from the world. Under no circumstances would he ever become the creature- no, the vermin that he had died to exterminate.
The boy cradled his head in his hands. How had this even happened? Had L somehow experienced a second life as well, changing his name and turning it into "Beyond Birthday"? But then, why wasn't he still "Light Yagami"? Come to think of it, the original Light would have been born by this date. Did he still exist? Was he unaltered? If that was indeed the case, and the original Light's life remained unchanged, then...
Would it be possible to somehow postpone his death? If he became L and instead of working to defeat Kira, worked to aid him...
Light, no, L rose to his feet from the floor. Someone had heard the commotion and been banging at the bathroom for several minutes, but he hadn't so much as noticed. The weight of the world had vanished entirely. On the contrary, for the first time in what had felt like an existence, he felt genuine happiness.
Walking to the locked door, Beyond Birthday caught his reflection in the broken glass, his mouth involuntarily bearing a smile he hadn't worn since his death.
What a wonderful smile it was.
Thank you very much for reading, and I'm so sorry for my horrible writing and any dissatisfaction this story has caused. So sorry!
