A note to L from Beyond Birthday.
Aug. 30th, 2002

L,
I am quiet amazed you were able to figure out who I was in such little time. Thanks to you the copy is still a copy and the original is still the original. The families of my "murder" victims shall see me die by the needle or life in prison. Which ever comes first. I know you are wondering why I did such a crime. I only have this for you.

Committing a murder in which the police and the great detectives of the world could not solve. That is all I wished for, L. The only link in each murder would have been the Wara Ningyo. I will prove to him a mere copy can surpass the original. I grew up in the Wammy House as you did. As a copy to you, L.

For a copy to surpass the original, even the Shinigami could not know the out come. Since I lived at the House, I was raised to think, eat, and breath as you did. I wanted to show the world how a copy could be so much more than the original. How I could be so much better than you.

I heard how Believe Bridesmaid was a man who wrote many articles for many different magazines. How he loved Japanese manga. I had to help Naomi Misora figure out my crimes. Or else no one would have. Even you, I highly doubt, would have figured out why I killed him. Let alone Quarter Queen.

A young teenage girl. She was to die within a few hours after I killed her. In one way or another.

Backyard Bottomslash, another girl. Your wondering what I had did with her arm, don't you? It was not for a keep sake. The limb would be rotting for years to come if I did. The mother should have a nice surprise in the next two hours. My murder's were to prove to you, that you could not solve them.

Your last victim, me. If Naomi had not figured it out, I would have died. And you would not be able to catch the killer if he had killed himself. The fire would burn my finger prints and my mouth would be shut tight. Unless I screamed. I cannot be mad at Naomi, she was of course your eyes, ear, and mouth. Your shield.

I killed these people to prove to you that the mere copy can surpass the original. That BB will surpass you, L. I give you my "Death Note" for you to remember always.

After writing this letter to L, Beyond Birthday had committed suicide. In his last dying moments the inmates heard insane laughter. When the guards came it was too late. BB was dead. Nothing but a message was written on the walls. His blood wrote out, "The copy will always be a copy." The guards later explained, to themselves, how his face looked when they had found him. Nothing but pure bliss. Bliss in the murderer's eyes.

L did revive the letter after going to Beyond Birthday's funeral.