AU. Beyond Birthday is five-years old and L is only a teenager. L is like a big brother to B, and A is still alive.
Oneshot. I do not own Death Note or Death Note another note.
"Lawli!" five-year old B chirped as he was lead away from the house.
"Shut up, brat." One of the men dragging him sneered as they stuffed him into the black van. "We don't have lollipops."
B turned to them with big, watery eyes. "You lied?" he asked sadly, not at all intimidated by the situation he found himself in.
"Oh, uh." The men started to feel uncomfortable. "Hey, d-don't cry…"
"You morons!" their boss shouted at them, "How hard is it to keep quiet a five-year old kid!"
"Lawli will catch you," B sniffled, "I want some jam…"
"Too bad," the boss said, "We don't have that either. Now stay here like a good boy and you will go home when the ransom money comes in."
B, meanwhile, was staring at the man unblinkingly. The (fake) tears had already dried and now he was silent. His red eyes eerily wide that made the man's blood chill.
What kind of child had red eyes?
"You are a meanie, Bob Jones." B announced, crossing his arms in a huff.
The boss jerked back, stunned. His underlings called out to him, wondering what happened to their leader.
This- this brat… Not even his own men knew his name! So how did the child know?
As if reading his mind, B grinned up at the man.
"Lawli will come, and then you will be in big trouble." He promised.
Bob hesitated, still watching the child. "Who is, ah, Lawli?" he tried.
B smiled, like he was anticipating the question. Bob shuddered at the creepy smile on the child's face.
"Lawli is a letter." He started, "He is our guardian, our goal, and our protector. Lawli will definitely come after me!"
The car stopped then, and they arrived at their destination. B leaped off the seat eagerly, but was stopped by Bob's men.
"Sorry, kiddo, but hostages have to remain in one place." The man said sternly.
"Do I get a computer?"
"No."
"What about TV?"
"Hostages don't get privileges. You are only here because we want the money, you cannot make demands of us.
"But why?! Lawli always let Matt and I play his video games at home! Oh, and there's A too, she sucks at karaoke, she sings terribly!"
Bob raised his hand, hoping to calm the hyperactive child. "That's nice and all, but we have to tie you up now."
B wrinkled his nose, "Are you a pervert?" he suddenly asked, "Sorry, mister Bob Jones, but I am not into bondage games."
Bob gaped at the kid, "I am not a pervert!" he spluttered.
B took one more look at the rope, and then took off into the house.
"H-hey! Come back here, you little brat!"
B ran around the house, searching for a phone. "I will phone Lawli for him to pick me up. Then we will eat a big cake! And some jam too…"
He perked up at the mention of jam, and he forgot all about the phone in order to find the kitchen.
But upon arriving, the fridge had no strawberry jam. B stared, eyes wide.
"WHO IS SO WRONG IN THE HEAD THAT THEY DIDN'T EVEN KEEP A JAR OF JAM AT HOME?!" he wailed, then sniffled, "No wonder they kidnapped me, they're all wackos…"
Having heard the noise, Bob dashed into the kitchen triumphantly, "Hah! I got you now-" but then he had to dodge a jar of peanut butter.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS FOR, BRAT!"
"YOU DON'T HAVE ANY STRAWBERRY JAM! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?"
Bob faltered, "…What?" in his confusion, B picked up a jar of pickles, threw it, and it crashed to the floor in a mess of pickles and juice and glass shards.
Meanwhile, the henchmen who got B's belongings, heard the phone rang.
It was a text message, from this 'Lawli' B was talking about.
I am coming.
Those simple words made the men cower in fear for some reason, probably their instinct of self-preservation kicking in.
"Whoever this Lawli is, we're screwed…" one of the men commented.
Back to B:
The boy was hiding under a very smelly bed. But he knew that it was practically suicide to come out.
Bob Jones was very angry, and was starting to think that it was not worth it to kidnap this demon child.
And the orphanage never even sent the money which he rightfully deserved for babysitting the brat! Bob ignored the fact that he had brought this on himself.
B felt around the edge of a box, and was surprised to see white packages in it.
"Drugs," he said. Oh, Lawli is so going to put these men in jail!
He sneezed at the power inside, and noted how disgusting it smelt.
"I don't know why anyone would ever want this kind of thngs," he said, then froze as he heard footsteps getting closer. "Ah, shit."
The door was lifted from the ground, and was replaced by the visage of an angry man. B decided that he liked the bed better,
"What are you doing!" Bob hollered.
"Uncovering your drug stash," B said innocently.
"I shall strangle you for this, you- you demon!"
"Ah, but then who will pay the money for a corpse?" B smiled.
"I'll get another child from the orphanage!"
"But after I'm gone, the security will be way higher. Face it, you will all be caught by Lawli!"
"I don't KNOW who is Lawli!" Bob hollered.
"I am Lawli." An icy voice interrupted hem.
Bob turned around slowly to face a teenager standing in the doorway. He had wild and messy hair, big eyes with dark bags underneath, and plain clothes. He looked like an older B, Bob realized, perhaps Lawli was B's brother?
That thought was thrown out the window when Lawli spoke again.
"And I am L." The teen continued.
Nobody dared to interrupt them. The faces of the kidnappers were frozen in fear as they realized that they had just tangled with someone that L knew, and now the world's greatest detective was angry at them.
"Lawli!" B chirped, bouncing cutely towards the detective. "They don't have jam here! And I was bored, and they wouldn't even let me play video games!"
"…I see." Said L. He crouched down and looked B in the eye, "Did they hurt you?" he asked slowly.
B shook his head cheerfully, "Though Mister Bob Jones said he would strangle me!"
Bob shrank under Ls murderous glare.
L stood up and patted B on the head. "Watari is waiting outside, go to him now."
"What about you, Lawli?" B asked.
L smiled, the same smile that B had used to sent shivers up the kidnappers' spines, "Those gentlemen and I will be having a little… Chat."
The door swung closed, muffling yelps of pain and mournful cries from the inside. And the drugs were confiscated
B only smiled.