The Job of an Assassin

Misa Amane

Scheduled time: February 14, 2011 or December 12, 2036

"Henh henh I wonder which it will be…" A man smiled staying close to his spot. He'd been keeping track of the petite blonde for almost a month now. His employer was getting frustrated with him. However, no matter the struggle or time he'd get the job done. He always did.

He'd recently come into contact with a man – Kira to be exact—who had come into a lot of money. He wasn't doing this job for the money. He could care less about the money. No. He was in it for himself.

He couldn't help it. The feeling was just extraordinary. He'd been doing it since he'd left the pestering Wammy's House and then went to America. There, he started off his life of crime. Pulling off a string of murders in the Los Angeles. Why? Because of 2 things.

He was bored.

It'd bring him one step closer to L.

L.

That was his obsession. At Wammy's house, that was all he'd ever heard. That's what the children of Wammy's were bred for. To become the next L.

He wasn't exactly sure he'd be L's heir. He was number two in Wammy's ranking system while his friend, A, was number one. However, when Roger told A this he fell under the pressure and stress of actually being L and killed himself. Nothing was the same after that…

He, being Beyond Birthday, was different from the other children around him. Everyone had their own dreams of standing up to match L. BB wasn't found of the strung out speeches of justice. He didn't want to save the world because he knew the world could never be saved.

He wanted to make L think. He wanted to trample on L not with justice, but with crime. He wanted to be a criminal. To best L. That was his goal and now he was one step closer to it.

Kira, the one who'd been killing off most of the criminals of the world, had called him. He was put in to jail, but he'd escaped. It was easy. Especially, when he knew a Death Note was trying to be used on him. That was the beauty of it. He had no name. A Death Note couldn't kill him. His Shinigami eyes also helped. He could see things other humans couldn't and that made him different. He was unique.

Now he was an assassin for one of the most wanted criminals in the entire world. Why did Kira need him? It's not like Kira needed help killing people. No. Far from that. However, Beyond wasn't one to question his employers. Even though this one man could help him get face to face with L. That's what Beyond intended after all.

So there he was. Waiting for the loud, bubbly blonde to come home. He knew her schedule. She should be home any second now. Tonight was the night.

Beyond pulled on the ends of his black leather gloves to make sure they were secure. He checked his belt loops and pulled out the jagged outlines of his knife. Following the action came a 'click' from the door. Beyond smiled to himself after he pulled a black ski mask over his head. He took his stance by the bed room door waiting to see the blonde enter within seconds.

"God I'm so tired! That shoot went on forever," Misa said yawning loudly and walking across the room to her dresser. She looked in her mirror and smiled. "You still look prettier than ever Misa-Misa!" She yawned again, "Man… I'm really tired…" She rubbed her eyes and lazily began removing her clothes to her shirt and underwear then crawling into bed. "He he good night Light…" She whispered as she lazily closed her eyes.

Beyond rolled his eyes. Of course the blonde idiot wouldn't recognize that someone was in her room. He shook his head then stalked quietly over towards the bed. Then the really tricky part began. How to do the job.

It had to be messy. No clean deaths ever came from Beyond Birthday. Did that make him inhumane? More so than Kira? No of course not…

He pulled out a bag with half of a small pill inside it. The pill was a suicide tablet. He got it off the streets. Take a full one and you die. Take half of one and your brain's as good as dead anyway. That was how he liked his victims.

Beyond took the pill and shoved the small tablet into the blonde's mouth making sure it went completely down her throat. She made a small coughing noise but swallowed the pill. BB had his prey trapped now. She was dead now.

Misa rolled her head slightly and moaned. L knew the drug would take effect in few hours but he couldn't help himself. He just got so excited in moments like these.

He ran his knife down one of Misa's wrists adding small pressure so he could break skin, but not make a deep wound. Misa gasped fluttering her eyes open. She let out a small scream before being cut off by one of B's hands. He tapped the knife gently on her forehead and shook his head. "I'd stay silent if I were you. Henh henh the fun's just begun my dear." Be ran the knife down her cheek and neck. "I'm on a job but the boss never said I couldn't get information while I was here." He chuckled rather manically before regaining composure. "…Tell me everything you know about L." Misa's blue eyes got wide as sweat droplets started forming on her forehead. Beyond frowned, "Don't give me that. I know you know more than the average day to day person. You know about Kira too, don't you? But I don't care about him. I wanna know about L."

Misa remained silent lowering her eyes. Beyond scowled at her, "We can either do this quickly or painfully… your choice." Beyond waited for some type of recognition but received none. "Painfully it is then," He muttered before taking his knife and slicing mercilessly through the skin, veins, muscles and finally bone of Misa's wrist.

Misa let out a strangled cry of pain and all her senses aimed for that pain. They felt muddy and dim but they were still there. She felt the fast amount of blood leaving her. She looked at her wrist. She couldn't see her hand, only a small part of the bone that had connected it. She turned her attention back towards Beyond.

He licked the blood off his knife then sighed, "Ready to talk?" Misa shook her head. Beyond responded by tearing off the black tank top she was wearing. He pointed the knife at the dead center of her chest. "You really don't want to experience the pain of medieval torture…" Misa remained silent. "Such honor," Beyond chuckled before making a small incision in Misa's chest that went all the way down to her stomach. Blood slipped past the small seems as Beyond mad two more lines horizontally across her ribs and lower stomach. "Still not talking?" Misa's eyes were bulging. She bit her lip to the point where it was it was bleeding. She shook her head though, avoiding the pain. Beyond simply lifted up the folds of skin on Misa's stomach and exposed her inner workings. He took in the beautiful sight of lungs, stomach, intestines and other organs. "Where is L?" Beyond asked poking Misa's stomach with one of his fingers. Misa sucked in a breath and let her tears slip from their corners. Beyond replaced his finger with the knife. "Where is L?"

Misa screamed in pain, "Ah! A-at the Tokei Hotel! God please stop! Please!"

Beyond smiled happily and pulled the knife back. "Thank you my dear. You've been very helpful. Don't worry I'll make the pain go away." Beyond maneuvered his hand upwards inside of Misa until they enclosed tightly around the round, beating object. Beyond jerked Misa's heart out of her chest and let her watch as her beats faded slowly. While she, herself was fading slowly.

Beyond stood up straight and admired his work. He picked up Misa's hand that was laying on the floor and put it in a plastic bag he had with him. He, then, placed the hand in his jean pocket letting the top bone stick out ever so slightly. He looked up at Misa and stuck his fingers in her bloody corpse then scribbled a message on the wall above her.

"Kya kya kya let the games begin, L," Beyond laughed as he exited the scene making a clean swipe of anything that could have his finger prints lingering behind him. After being satisfied he left quickly awaiting for his employer's call.

"L," Mogi said over the phone. "I haven't seen Misa come outside of her house. I'm beginning to think she's not even there…."

"It's fine Mogi," L replied glumly with his messy black hair falling in front of his eyes. "You may enter Ms. Amane's household upon my order." Mogi made a gruff sound of agreement and L heard him open the door.

"It's strange for Misa to coop herself up like this," Light said beside of L. "I'm actually kind of worried…" L picked up on Light's obvious lie, but said nothing.

"Oh my god…" Mogi muttered under his breath. "Oh god! I think I'm gonna be sick!"

"Mogi- San? Mogi-san, what is it?" L said. "What's wrong?"

"M-Misa Amane is… she's…"

L was in shock. Misa was dead. How? Light had been here the whole time. How could he have killed her?

"There's a message for you as well, L…"

L gulped and replied, "Read me the message and take pictures after you get off the phone with me, Mogi- San."

Mogi sighed and began, "L, do you know Gods of Death love apples? Guess who, L…"

L's heart almost stopped. He stared wide eyed at the computer screen trying to hide his fear. He bit his thumb involuntarily spitting out the name that he thought he'd taken care of years ago. "Beyond Birthday…"

TBC?

maybe...

more than likely...

Did you enjoy? Kinda one of my more darker fanfictions. I love BB though. I wanted to write about him for once.

so please tell me if you liked it and if I should write more!

Thank you for reading!