Abraham Cicero groaned, pushing the button on his alarm clock. The loud beeping however…continued. He groaned again, thinking that his alarm was just screwing up again.

Someone started shaking him not soon after. "A!" The slightly deep voice yelled, panic had settled into the voice. Abraham Cicero shot up, rubbing his eyes. Something was wrong if B was panicking.

"Wha?" He managed to say, before Beyond Birthday yanked him out of his warm bed…into a very cold room. 'The hell?' He thought still in a drowsy state.

B was grinning ear to ear; excitement was bursting from his voice. " L's back." A shot up, running around trying desperately to cloth himself and look presentable to the famed detective.

B rolled his eyes. " A…just hurry up! We're not going to be picked!" A shrieked a response from the bathroom. " I know! I know!"

This was a ritual for the two teen boys. Every year or so, L would come back to Whammy's and pick one of his many successors to listen to a story of his about a case. And yet, despite being the best in Whammy's…they hadn't been picked.

B knew that A was getting desperate and worried. After all HE was the next successor, but he hadn't heard one of the in-depth talks with L yet. That would disappoint any kid. It didn't help that before he came to Whammy's he had attempted suicide…twice.

B bit his lip; a mixture of hate and jealousy flooded his insides. His hands shook lightly, as he glared at the bathroom door. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he HATED A. He loathed the fact that A was so weak but was the head kid.

He hated A, and honestly wanted nothing more then to wring the other boy's neck. B didn't care that it was 'wrong', or 'unjust'. He wanted A to DIE; it was for L's sake! Someone that weak and stupid shouldn't be allowed to even live, much less be chosen as L's successor!

He switched his look and stilled all the thoughts of killing A out of his head, when A opened the door ready and practically running to the door.

B raced after him, going though a number of staircases and hallways, to any outsider would be staggering how well they knew the place. The pair ran as fast as possible to the main entrance hall. They could hear the children yelling and cheering L as he entered the door.

"Damn! We missed him!" B hissed, slowing to a stop. A continued to run, not going to miss this opportunity to get L's attention. By the time A had reached the grand staircase, L had made his pick. A little boy by the name of Mello.

A turned around running past B, racing to any place other then that room. B took the liberty of making A's next choice for him.

B smiled, it was around 3 that night, and he had a perfect plan. B shook A awake as gently as he could. " Hey, A." A gave B a look. " Let me sleep, B."

B shook his head. " I need your help, A." A let out a moan, before rolling out of bed. B yanked A out of the room, sneaking past Roger during his nightly search. Before B finally let A go.

A rubbed his eyes. " B…what are you planning THIS time?" B chuckled, it was deep and held such mirth and madness. A wet washcloth covered A's mouth and nose.

It didn't take him long to figure out that he was in trouble, and he began to struggle. After a few minutes A murmured something before going completely limp. B grinned; his hands were shaking from excitement.

He had never imagined that this could make a person feel so…wonderful. B grunted as he hoisted A up into a sitting position. He reached over into a bag he had brought beforehand. Pulling out a rope. He pulled a chair over, tying the rope to the ceiling fan.

He smiled rather cruelly. Sure this was the playroom and that little Thailand boy would find the body, but the kid would have to get used to looking at corpses anyway.

B grabbed A, praying that he had enough strength left to pick A up. He let out a soft, " Yes!" Once he got A high enough to tighten the noose end of the rope around his long time friend and rival's neck.

B took quite a few minutes just to calm himself. He was shaking from the excitement and the adrenaline rush was extraordinary. After he was calm, he took A's feet, and holding the entirety of A's weight on his arms. And…he jumped off the chair, kicking the chair over.

A's body instantly began swinging, and the need for air woke A from the drug. A began gasping, gripping the rope, before he stared at B. He attempted to speak, only to gasp.

B waved his hand, " Bye, Abraham Cicero. " A's eyes widened his last thought was, ' I never told B my name.' B kept on lying on the floor; his hands were shaking again, as he realized that he had killed someone.

And he loved it. It was better then drugs in his mind, and gave him an incredible high. He gathered the few things that could tie him to the crime, wiped the place clean, and went to bed.

Roger woke Beyond Birthday up at 8:30 AM. " B…get up." B rubbed his eyes, sitting up. Feigning innocence. " Whatizit Roger?" He mumbled.

Roger sighed, " B…I'm afraid that A committed suicide." B shot his head up with a yell of, " What?!" Before a very soft voice answered him. " I know it's a shock, but you're still English act like it."

B's head shot towards the doorway, where no one but L himself stood. Hunched over slightly, his thumb pressed against his lips. B took in every last detail.

L rose a eyebrow, walking over to a pair of chairs in the corner, he stepped into it, turned around and crouched. Sitting on his feet. He spoke again, and B soaked it in, reminding himself to practice that voice.

" So, Backup…" He began, and B growled mentally. Sure L was practically a GOD, but did he have to insult him? L continued. " Tell me everything that Angel did yesterday." B narrowed his eyes. So, Angel was Abe's full 'Whammy' name. That made him want to kill A all over again. Ah, well. He thought sourly. The deed was done.

He smiled at L. Before telling him all the things that had happened.