Chapter 1

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**WARNINGS**

SWEARING, VIOLENCE, NON-EXPLICIT SEXUAL SITUATIONS, SEXUAL REFERENCES, RELIGIOUS REFERENCES, CHARACTER DEATH, BOTH LEGAL AND UNDERAGE USE OF LEGAL DRUGS, POSSIBLE GORE (thus far from what I have written it is vague and non-explicit A.K.A. no Saw worthy stuff but if this changes I will say so in the chapter and change it here)

Second to None

Bad Feeling

Beyond Birthday POV

*Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Creeeaaakk.* Footsteps approached my cell and the rusted-over door creaked open a tad. "Yo freak time to wake up!" a well-built black guard with a crew cut and a bushy mustache called. Earl Manson had 32 more years to live the bastard. I envied every one. As it is I have heard of the Kira killings and I keep feeling like death is waiting in the wings. I don't want to live so much as I want to find a way to beat L. No "try" involved in that sentence. Next time I will beat him.

I groaned then got up from where I had been sitting with one leg to my chest and the other stretched out in front of me. They had put me in here again when I tried to bite off part of the hand of a man who kept poking me at lunch. He tasted better than the lunch ironically. Stupid prison food. Anyway, that had further added to the "cannibal" rumors spreading around the prison.

None of the inmates knew my true crime or name. Neither did any of the prison workers including the Warden at L's request. Yes that's right I am in here with no name for an unknown crime. Think L didn't abuse his power a bit? But since he is L no one even doubts that I did something bad. This leads me to believe that L could but the most innocent man in the world in here to rot if he chose and they wouldn't think twice about keeping him.

As for my situation the mystery caused countless rumors and hypotheses about both my name and crime from both the workers and inmates. They wanted to know what I did more than my name though and an astoundingly long list of guesses spread around like a never-ending wildfire. Cannibal, rapist, murderer, terrorist, the speculations went on and on and I found the whole thing incredibly amusing. I snickered. Earl was right; out of every freak in the prison I deserved the title the most. Not that I was complaining. "Alright keep your shirt on" I grumbled in response "for the love of God please do."

"Smartass. The Warden is getting fed up with you y'know. If you weren't put in here by some bigshot you would probably be suffering even more." See that was why Earl was odd. He was one of the few people here who talked to me let alone acknowledged me as a human being.

I snorted. "I sincerely doubt the man you speak of cares how I am treated." He probably wants me to be treated like shit the 'righteous' bastard I mentally added. 'I am Justice' my ass. 'I am Too Cowardly To Fight My Battles With My Own Hands' more like. At least I had the balls to kill in person and not order someone to do it via computer. Really sentencing all those criminals to the death penalty makes him no better than Kira.

"Whatever Freud" Earl said with a smirk and he handcuffed me and lead me by the arm down towards the courtyard. "Freud" was his nickname for me since I often spoke in a way that revealed my higher intellect and had once made the mistake of telling him how great a thinker Freud was but still utterly fucked up. It was actually one of the nicer names for me here though no one dared call me anything bad to my face after the incident where I punched a man in the throat and kneed him in the balls for saying he thought I was a finally-convicted post-surgery Michael Jackson… I may have proceeded to beat the shit out of him then spit on him and tell him not to project…. maybe… possibly earning solitary for three months… not that I was counting. At any rate I doubted he knew what "projecting" meant so my hypothetical parting insult was a bit too advanced for him thus ineffective. I am surrounded by a sea of ugly idiots in here.

While heading down to the courtyard for breakfast, I glanced at the other inmates in the cells with the people who had already eaten. Curiously I looked at their names and lifespans.

Jerry Evans 3 years. Thomas Kingsley 5 years. Adam Smith 2.5 years. John Jenks… 2 hours.

"John Jenks is going to die today. He's got two hours left" I whispered to Earl. He didn't question how I knew anymore he just sighed sadly. We got to the courtyard where the inmates in blocks D and E –the high-risk group- were busy eating. As I stepped into view the chattering stopped and I could smell the fear. I grinned evilly. "Kya hca hca hca I make quite the entrance don't I?" I laughed. I didn't bother to practice a "normal" laugh anymore simply enjoying the reactions from my real one.

"You sure do" Earl said glaring at me. "It isn't a good thing either." He saw me grinning evilly. "I still say you belong in a mental hospital not here." He was only half-joking.

I went to the food line and loved the goosebumps that rose on the back of the neck of the man in front of me. The inmate giving out the food placed it on my tray and yanked his hand back like he was afraid he would be the next chomping victim. I sighed and said sadly "raw meat is so much better don't you agree?" then winked and walked away. I think he wet his pants based on his helper's comments about how gross it was. Who says prison is boring? All you need to do is use the toys you've been given. Taking my food I purposefully went to the most crowded table with an empty spot and sat down. I made sure to take violent bites. People looked at me nervously and looked to anxious to eat. Ah yes toys can be so much fun.

Just then I heard a man in the table behind me say something very interesting. "Stupid Mello. If his group hadn't taken our territory I wouldn't be here." Mello?! It can't be… I listened harder.

"I thought blondes were supposed to be dumb. How did he plan that well?" another man asked and got slapped upside the head by a sandy-blonde man. I smirked. Yup that's Mello alright. He glared at the man who slapped him and added "the kid's a teenager how the Hell did he become a Mob Boss so soon?!" Mafia?! Ahh Mello what have you been up to? Although a Mafia Boss at this age? …I knew he was a good protégé even if he didn't realize I was teaching him. He is too much like me to not end up doing some sort of illegal activity… but still…

"I hear he has a genius hacker… Max or something" a redhead added. Matt too? They are best friends and possible partners… but still would Mello really do that to Matt? …Or did Matt choose to go to help his friend? Is this 'Max' even Matt at all? It could be a hacker Mello hired… would he do that to Matt though? Would he consider it a way to keep Matt safe? …Dammit I have to ask.

I turned to face the other table and asked at a deadpan giving nothing away on my face "Does this hacker you speak of wear striped-shirts and have an artificial hair color?"

A long nervous silence was interrupted by the redhead stammering "y-yeah that's the one. You know him?"

"Never heard of him" I responded then took my food and threw out the rest then returned the tray. The pants-wetter fainted before I was six feet of him. New record. I went to a wall and leaned against it then closed my eyes to think. Matt and Mello…in the Mafia? It isn't too much of a surprise with Mello but what was the catalyst for the change? And why did Matt join him? I have a feeling L influenced it at least to some extent. I don't think he would want them to end up criminals so it must have been something he did or decided that affected them and he didn't consider the consequences. It wouldn't be the first time he pushed someone to the point where they snapped and did something illegal. After all I am a prime example of Exhibit A. What other possible reasons could there be? I need to consider more options. Rebellion perhaps? They are teenagers. But still the Mafia is a bit much for rebellion even for Mello. I hadn't realized I had sat down in the fetal position until I saw someone passing by look at me funny. Damn L. Even here I can't escape you.

A shiver passed over me and the feeling of death hit again. I went up to Earl and said "it's been two hours." The other guards looked at me funny but he nodded and told a guard about the recently departed inmate nodding to me. They had learned I was never wrong eventually as well. Another name I had overheard myself being referred to was the Fallen Angel of Death. It sounded much more appealing than Grim Reaper so I didn't speak up to object. The feeling of death stayed though and I knew I had to get out soon if I wanted to fight back.

**BIG NOTE**

As hinted above, Mello and Matt joined the Mafia together for a reason OTHER than L dying. It will be stated later but just know L is alive. - VITAL INFO!

Also the ages in the beginning this fic are very messed up but necessary for the plot because if they were cannon they wouldn't work.

They are:

B: 21 (he was imprisoned at 18 so it's been 3 years)

Mello: 17

Matt: 17

L: 24

Light: 19

Naomi Misora: 25

Misa: 18

Near: 15

Also NO I don't think B is a cannibal he is just acting like he is to mess with people. Like he says he uses the toys available.