Chapter 1:

I once read that Death Gods loved human food. The concept itself was surprising, how could a creature from a completely different realm possibly even begin to understand the human taste-buds, a vampire cannot eat anything except blood? a dog cannot eat chocolate? how could a creature even consume something that should poisonous to it.

The answers simple. Death Gods only have ONE food they can consume, everything else tastes of ash and dirt, it can make their tongues stick out in disgust at the putrid taste.

And maybe that's why I loved Jam so much. I had tried to consume bread and jam, I had gotten sick. I had tried to consume mixed-berry jam and got the same results. And then Strawberry Jam. My tastebuds had perked up and I remember closing my eyes at the pleasurable taste. Like a vampire with its first victim.

And then those Prison Guards, they tried to feed me the shit served on paper plates, I twisted my face at the smell before the plate even reached my room, I had not even been in jail for that long until I was transferred to a mental facility. To L's displeasure. He believed my "Insanity" was just a game, a play, he believed me to be...faking, my insanity.

And in a way, yeah, I was. I wasn't crazy, the words that came out of my mouth were sane to me, but not others. I did not enjoy killing, sure, I loved to experiment on my victim, I was curious is all...

Not a crazy Joker, not a phantom, no Hannibal lector...

Just B. I was a little...childish, I tended to hold large grudges and yes, easily angered. Of course, I was sane... if you didn't count the insanity that naturally came with my Death-God side. Was it even possible to have a human-death-god-hybrid? -Apparently so... I had no idea how that happened. I was born that way.

My parents were fine, I was an only child, my parents -parents, were long gone and were all human. ((I hope?)) It didn't seem to pass down the genetics line...?

Well, I was more human than death god. Of course, I held the natural -Unfeeling, cold, unable to love, side of the death god. And, of course, the eyes. But I had not acquired the actual death, I was NOT able to kill by touching someone...or...however death gods kill?

But I could not die. Immortal. What a funny joke, I had always wanted to see the Death of the World. And now, I could, now I knew that I could see the death of the world...the idea...well, it seemed a lot more dull and boring. -Yawnnn.

Well, at least Mello had the decency to write about my tales. I always liked Mello, I'd get his chocolate from the top shelf and I'd laugh when I'd see someone attempt to bully him. Yes, ATTEMPT. It was quite amusing what Mello would do when bullies attempted to approach him or his little friend who hung around him. I liked Matt too, quiet, not very annoying, kept to himself. My type of friend. Obnoxious, annoying...full of themselves guys were NOT my type...

Like Near, L...They were so alike I sometimes wondered if they were related. I still couldn't believe me and L held SOME sort of relation. In the sense, my mother was his also. But different fathers. How annoying. Having a half brother that looks exactly like you, but was the complete opposite. And I and L had the same amount of intelligence too, but I held...more emotion than him. Which is weird for a Death God. I got angry a lot, I liked having friends and I was TOO childish.

L was childish in the sense of "always having to win an argument" whereas I was childish in the sense of "I bet I can throw paint at Near from this distance"

Yes, I was THAT type of childish. Still am, oh how I adored teasing Naomi Misora. And the prison guards, and Roger. Those were my joys in life. -And, of course, JAM.

My not-so-joys in life? L. He was always so stuck-up and sneered at me, and because he was older he left before me and stopped fucking world war 3 when he was like 8. Best thing I did when I was 8 was licking the jam out of the middle of my birthday cake in front of everyone then tossing the cake on the floor. But L is so easily teased. He had come to visit me in prison once, actually.

He wanted to see how the burns were healing, and I remember looking up at him from the corner of the room, smirking and saying "Well, big-brother, it seems as though you've killed more people than I have, how ironic" The statement seemed to annoy him so much he never visited again. And then he took on...THE case.

I was so honored to be the first victim of Kira! *sigh* -Writing down Sarcasm isn't as good as saying it... *Sad face*

Anyways. That was the first time I died! ((hopefully the last)) It really fucking hurt. I knew eating all that Jam would fuck with my cholesterol! Kahaha. But really, Kira had the same thought as L. (("No way is this guy really insane, I bet he's faking it, time to fuck him where it hurts")) His life.

And murdered me. I really didn't think I'd go down so easily...oh...wait, I didn't! Kahahaha.

It really sucked getting out of the body bag. I'm not a full death god- god damn it! I can't just float my ass out of the damn thing. Well, good thing I've seen plenty of movies...

Well, This is the beginning of my new story. I better set it out like Mello did, right? tease him a little. Kahaha.

Well, I was the best killer that died like a Kira-victim, Beyond Birthday. I once went by B...Oh wait, I still do. Kahaha.

Good Memories and bloody memories x