Beauty and Demon By Momo7902
Summary: Naomi Misora successfully solved the L.A. B.B. Murder Case and successfully saved the murderer and brought him to jail before he tried committing suicide. She knows he didn't want to be saved, and thinks it would have been better if she had let him burn, but something in her heart made her save him, and that something won't allow him to leave; though he is locked behind bars in one of the cruelest jails in Los Angeles, other prisoners treating him like garbage. Naomi knows she doesn't have feelings for him, she thinks she shouldn't, but something in her mind is telling her that she can't live without that maniac in her life. A story of how Naomi begins to feels about Beyond Birthday going to prison and how both of their lives are shown in this new plot twist. It also shows how Beyond Birthday is living in prison. I do NOT own the characters Naomi Misora or Beyond Birthday they both belong to the manga/film/book Death Note.
A/N: I know I have one Death Note story I haven't continued for awhile but I decided to take a break from it so I could type this one, so don't bug me about. I hope you guys enjoy it, and I made this because I like the pairing Naomi/Beyond and I wish they had gotten together in the book(which they didn't T.T). Please R&R, I won't interrupt anymore, enjoy! :)
Chapter 1:
The handcuffs made clinging and scratching noises as they jingled and smacked together, the two muscular body guards standing side by side of his opposite shoulders. The women who he once worked with but now despised keeping a steady pace behind him.
The orange jump suit he wore barely fit him as one side of the collar dangled next to his shoulder. He knew most of the other prisoners were looking at the burn marks covering most of his hands and the small cuts and scars on his cheek. He let them stare, he could care less about what the other prisoners thought of him as he continued to walk down the unclean grey cement floor. What a problem he's gotten himself into.
Most of the other prisoners didn't know why he was there, he was so skinny. They figured from his looks that he'd just been selling drugs or something as they laughed and gossiped. He glared at them with his crimson red eyes as they stopped talking to look at him with hasty mug expression.
"Don't go causing problems, your almost there," the guard on his left said, shoving him a bit. They soon reached the last cell on the left corner. He was in the special cell for criminals who had committed harsh crimes, to all the other prisoners surprise.
"How long is his sentence, sir?" Naomi asked as they took him inside. "From what he's done, he won't be getting out any time soon," the guard answered. "I see," she said in a sort of low tone, like she was disappointed.
Why should I be disappointed? she wondered. It's to be expected for someone like him. But still...
Naomi bit down on her lip as she looked down at her leather jacket. "Ma'am, we can only give you a few minutes to talk to him, after that you have to go. You can visit him any day you want at a specific time though, considering these cells are different from the others and your an F.B.I. agent," the guard said as he left them alone.
These cells were different. These cells were in a completely different room that the others ones, and there weren't any people in these ones. It was a one person room cell, the type you'd see on TV show when one criminal is escorted into a special room with blue walls and white tiles with a chair, small bed and bathroom.
Naomi was uncomfortable leaving Beyond here, she didn't know how much his life would change or what these other criminals might do to him because of his size. Why should she worry though? Whatever he got was what he deserved right? He didn't deserve any pity, let him suffer here!
She hadn't realised she spent about two minutes staring at the back of his head.
"Beyond," she said softly as she looked at him.
He turned around and looked down at his handcuffs which were tightly around his scarred wrist. Naomi sadly looked at his hands as he walked over to the chair and took a seat. "Look at your hands, Beyond. How could you do something like this to yourself?" she asked him.
"..."
Naomi waited for an answer but he didn't respond. "Beyond, can you say something?" Naomi asked. Beyond's piercing red eyes glared at her with hate as he chuckled. "I should of guessed you'd be the one to solve the case, after all, you were the one working with me. Here I thought I had succeeded in beating L, and then you came along. I guess I was so distracted in making sure L couldn't figure it out that I'd forgotten about you," he laughed that maniac like laugh and continued staring at her.
"You were the one who figured out the murder details, the clues, all of it. You figured out that the suspicious guy at your work was the killer and yet-"
He paused, the smile vanishing off his face as he looked seriously at her. "And yet what?" she asked him. It took him a minute to answer as he quietly plaid with the handcuffs. "You decided to save me, rather than let me burn in the flames of hell. You couldn't let me have at least one hope in mind come true. You came and stomped on my pride and dreams, Misora."
Naomi hadn't looked at it that way. When she saw him burning in that room, she had known he was the killer already. She knew he was a monster and that he deserved the death penalty, and yet the first thought that came to mind when she saw him burning was that she had to stop it.
The guard came in and tapped Naomi on the shoulder. "Visiting hours are over, Miss Misora," he told her. Naomi rubbed her eye and waited as the big door unsealed. As she walked out she couldn't help but look back at him as she stared into his eyes.
Though the door had closed, showing nothing but metal, she still pictured his eyes. Everything in them was pain, hate, despair, and a bit of sadness.
...
After the handcuffs were removed it was late at night and Beyond was glad to be able to stretch his arms out as the bone in his shoulder popped. His mind drove him to the corner of the room as he crouched near it and grabbed onto his knees.
He slowly rubbed his fingers through the rugged scars on his other hand as he looked at it, already bringing bittersweet memories of when his body was consumed in the orange flames of what should have been hell. He was sure he had won, he was sure he was going to die a painful death.
Then she came along and ruined everything as she saved his life and brought him here. He squeezed his throbbing hands and watched as it pierced flesh.
Beyond just stared at the blood as it trickled down his wrist and dripped on the floor. Somehow, staring at the crimson red blood similar to his eyes made him feel happy. It made his heart feel content as he licked it like he would his strawberry jam. It was nostalgic in this empty room as the iron tasting blood trickled down his throat. When the blood continued to drop he let out a long winded laugh as one of the guards walked inside, curious to what he was doing.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" the guard asked as he walked over to him. Beyond gave him a scary smile as it sent shivers down the guards neck. The guard lifted Beyond by his arm and brought him to the nurse's to treat his wound.
Most of the prisoners were sleep, but the ones that were up were looking at him with mocking expressions. A few flipped him off and the guard told him to ignore it, they always do this to the new kid.
When they arrived at the nurse's office, a small female with a pink nurse dress on and long black hair was signing paperwork and sipping some coffee. She looked awfully tired. "Ms. Franchese, this patient needs some help," the guard said.
Ms. Franchese walked over to Beyond and sat him down on one of the beds as the guard left. She grabbed onto his hand as Beyond flinched. "As if your hands were beat up enough, what happened?" she asked. Beyond was silent as he just sat there watching as the blood dripped onto the floor.
"Oh I get it, your one of those silent types," she shrugged.
"..."
"Fine don't answer me then." Ms. Franchese cleansed his wound and wrapped bandages around it. Ms. Franchese couldn't help but stare into Beyond's eyes and get lost in them. "Do you have contacts on? You know when your in jail your not allowed to have contacts on," the nurse said as she handed him a cup of water.
Beyond Birthday let out a mocking laugh and looked at her. "You must be blind, these aren't contacts dumb ass," he taunted. "Watch your tone," she said as she shoved him on the back. Beyond gave her a serious look that looked evil and angry. "Get back to your cell!" she said, fear overpowering her.
As he walked out of the nurse's office, Ms. Franchese quickly closed the door and once again, he was all alone in a dark room. He couldn't help but think of Naomi as he walked back to his cell. After all, she's the reason for everything to do with this. The women whom he once called a friend in his own heart.
...
Naomi rested her head on the pillow next to her fiance, Raye, as she stared up at the ceiling. Raye came home and went fast to sleep, ignoring his wife as she pondered the whole day. She just stared blankly from the ceiling to the window where she saw the clouds drifting over the quarter lit moon.
As she looked at the moon, she couldn't help but think of Beyond's eyes as they watched her leave that cell she put him in. The eyes of hate, despair and... sadness. Who would blame, she'd be sad too if she were in jail, but something in her gut told her that wasn't the only thing he was sad about.
Was he sad that she was leaving him there, that he was still alive? Or was it sad to be left alone again? Naomi rubbed the top of her forehead and continued to glare up at the ceiling. Why drop her pity on a man who committed first degree murder? He deserves no pity, and yet she gave him it. Maybe if she visited him one more day he'd tell her. She silently laughed to herself. He wasn't the type to break into a question like that, but she still wanted to ask him.
She was so curious, one of man's worst traits.
I hope you liked it, because it was confusing and fun typing it. Please stay tune for the next chapter, I recommend.