Uh... wow... uh, sorry guys. I just remembered that I'd told you that I'd post this on the 7th... I apologize that I have not posted this yet, but I got sick over the weekend and went to the Doc on Wednesday and he told me that I have Mono, so... I sincerely apologize. Now. On to the original author's note:

I have decided to write this story based on FlyLeaf's songs: Fully Alive, and All Around Me, along with the song Running Up That Hill, by Placebo. I hope to keep you entertained with this crossover between Death Note and The Paradise Series (Ted Dekker). Please read, review, and most importantly, enjoy.

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The sky of Eterna City, California was as black as tar. Rain clouds covered every crevasse of the city outdoors. This weather could only be loved by one person. Marsuvees Black.

Now on this miserable day, Black was strolling down the city park path, humming. It was going to be a good and miserable day for all humankind.

There was a tunnel ahead of him. Twenty yards. The tunnel was underneath highway 9. After about 5 minutes, Marsuvees Black entered the tunnel.

There were about twenty people under this bridge, waiting for the rain to stop. It won't stop, you idiots. Black is here to stay for a while. A long while.

Also walking in this park was the 18 year-old Japanese man named Beyond Birthday, who was looking for a test subject to perform his experiments on. One who was fixing to meet his maker.

While this man walked through the tunnel, he saw all of the many souls waiting for the rain to stop. None of them were close enough to their death to perform experiments on. He pulled out his iPhone and took notes of their names and death dates, though, so that he would not have to go looking for them when he wanted to perform experiments again. Mandy Johnson, 9/28/2037, Brent Kida, 12/18/2034, Sara Jenson, 5/7/2032… Whoa, whoa, whoa… That guy has no death date. Strange. Is he like me? Part-god? Never going to die? B walked up to this Marsuvees Black. He purposefully bumped into him.

"Watch where you are going, kid." Marsuvees stated, looking quite annoyed.

Typical… a stuck up half breed… "I apologize. I am very clumsy today."

"Just g… wait. Could you take me to the capitol? I am visiting and need some directions." Marsuvees sensed something quite strange about this man, but could not put one of his quite beautiful fingers on it.

"Uh, sure, but first, I am Rue Ryuzaki, what's your name?"

"Black. Marsuvees Black."

"Nice to meet you, Marsuvees… or should I call you Black?" Beyond's facial expression made it clear to Marsuvees that he didn't care either way.

"I don't care. Just take me to the Capitol."

"Yes, your highness. The Capitol. Follow me." That's what you get for treating the Beyond Birthday like a slave…

Beyond walked with Marsuvees for about thirty minutes, making small talk until they came to the capitol building.

"So where do you come from? You far from home?"

"Yes. Eterna City is far from my home…. And we could say that it's quite hot where I come from." Of course, Marsuvees was relating to where all evil comes from.

"Okay… Why did you come here? You have any relatives in town?" Beyond really did not care, but if he acted himself, this man, if he knew about his being a half-breed, would probably kill him. 80% chance.

"Yeah. My cousins, the White's."

"Nice." Colorful people… "So where are you staying?"

"The Super 8 Motel on Clarice Avenue." Marsuvees lied. He was staying with Barsidious

"Ah." Beyond paused. "Could you wait a few moments, Black?"

"Only a minute. I have some business to attend to."

"OK." Beyond reached into his backpack and pulled out a jar of strawberry jam. He stuck his fingers in it and licked them clean. "Would you like some?"

"Please." Marsuvees, for some reason had always loved jam. Especially with Grace Juice.

Beyond Birthday gave Marsuvees the jar. Marsuvees also pulled out a jar from his bag. It was labeled "Grace Juice." He took a little of its gooey contents and mixed it with his jam. He then held the container out to Beyond. "Would you like some of this? I find that it makes everything… better."

"Alright. I think I'll try it." He put a handful into his jam and mixed it in with his fingers. He then covered his hands with the jam/Grace Juice mixture and stuck them in his mouth simultaneously. "Wow… this does taste better! Can I have more?"

"Sure. Hold out your hand and close your eyes... But first, what is your real name?"

Beyond did as he was told. He would do anything to improve the flavor of his jam, even if it meant a stranger knowing his identity. "Beyond Birthday. How did you know it was fake?" Marsuvees pulled out a book titled The Book Of History "I have read a lot of books. Rue and Ryuzaki are common names in Japan." "There once was a man named Beyond Birthday who loved jam. One time, a man named Marsuvees Black gave him a jar of Grace Juice. This jar was indeed special, because whenever some Grace Juice was taken from it, the jar refilled itself."

When Marsuvees was done, he told B, "You may open your eyes now."

"Thank you!" Beyond took some more jam and ate it.

"Don't mention it. Now. The Capitol."