AN: Forgive me! I had my computer and everything taken away from me… for a very long time… it was completely horrible. That is the last time I will ever sneak out of my house. Seriously, don't try it. It is not worth it. Here is the second installment to my story and I hope you enjoy it. Please give me tips, any sort of advice you have for me on my way of writing or just leave a review about how you like my story. Fav or alert. Thank you for those who reviewed and I am about to check those out but I wanted to finish this up real soon. Thanks and read away.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Duh.

Warning: Extreme AU. Talks about gay relations. Yada Yada.

Chapter one:

Look-a-like

The day after Beyond left was most definitely the worst day of my life.

First of all, sex with Beyond was…awkward to say the least. He didn't exactly know what he was doing or what was crossing the line and staying in the safe zone when doing the nasty with a thirteen-year-old. Even afterward we were just cuddling tensely because of the tentative silence that didn't seem to fit the situation and it wasn't a very comfortable place to be in.

It felt wrong.

And the next morning he was gone. I still cry at night about that. All the things he did to me now look more sick than loving. And the warm, crimson eyes just look devilish and the wrongness of our relationship controlled all my thoughts that following morning.

He left me a note on my windowsill which my mother had found before I even woke up due to the back pain of that night's…activities.

I still have the degrading piece of shit that is a poor excuse of a good-bye letter. It's has so many folding marks because of all the times I have opened, closed, and read it. Hell, I even have it memorized too.

Dear Light,

I'm sorry but I was just using you. Quite frankly, I never felt much for you at all. You are like the rest of them. You are utterly clueless, but attractive no less. By god, you do hold that weapon in your arsenal dear. It was a ball hanging with you but I must insist that you are one of the most brilliant minds I have had the pleasure of fucking up. You know, I thought you would be a better screw than you were last night but even I am wrong sometimes. Well, I hope this letter shatters your fantasies, falters your hope, and make you feel like the worthless piece of shit that you are.

With no love at all,

Beyond Birthday.

P.S- I have been cheating on you with someone who will always outsmart you at anything you ever do, try, or succeed in.

Of course, he did it on purpose, knowing that my dad would have to turn it in shamefully to his own department of investigation, which means that everyone my dad worked with would know I dated a seventeen year old with a really fucked up sense of humor and that he had just used me like a dirty dishrag and left as if it were nothing at all…

Finally, after two years, twenty-four disturbing family therapy sessions, and a mildly stalker like friendship later, I got over it. I got over Beyond Birthday. But, I will never be able to forget him, of course. His ruffled raven hair, devilish red eyes, sinfully pale skin, cryptic smiles that never showed teeth, spidery hands that roamed through innocent places… okay I'm not over it but I can deal with the fact that I will never have the pleasure or displeasure of being near him ever again. I honestly still don't know if that is a curse or a blessing, even if I am fifth-teen now. I still miss him.

Even if he used me, abused of my body, my mind…his company was worth it. That little voice in the back of my head comes and contradicts me all over again by saying: Really, is that what you really want? I doubt it. I guess I'm just lonely…God I'm so pathetic.

Yes, you are. "Shut up…just shut up," I whispered aloud to myself while in my room thinking if I should reply to the text Misa sent me:

From Misa-MisaLighto:

Light! Hey boy. Listen, I think u shd get out of ur room, just this once. Plz? Me and Mikami r so worried about u Lightbulb. Besides we nvr ask u to come out with us. Just 2nite kay? If u r up 4 it txt me or Teru-chan! ;D

Sighing to myself, the idea actual didn't sound so unappealing. A smirk settled itself on my lips as I replied to Amane Misa's text:

From LightoMisa-Misa:

Fine, I believe the night shall be more entertaining if I joined you this fine Saturday night for another Goth-club? Where to?

After I reluctantly sent the message with no grammar errors like most conforming teenagers, I got and instant reply, not even ten seconds after I sent it. Opening the message while lazily spread out on my bed, I read it aloud, intrigued:

From Misa-MisaLighto:

Bingo about the Goth theme but no club and it is a surprise. Ull find out soon wat I mean. Get ready in 15 min we will pick ya up so hurry! . OH AND LOOK HOT!

Great, now what am I supposed to do? Sighing once more, I got up and walked sluggishly toward my dark oak closet doors, opening it and trying to find something in the sea of black, grey, and various other dark colors.

How bought one of my leather jackets, red contacts, and my nails are already painted black so I'm good. Uh, some dark grey t-shirt should be fine and I'll top it off with black boots and midnight blue skinny-jeans with chains? Yeah that's good. Done and done.

I heard the stupid ringtone of Koi no Mega Lover by Maximum the Hormone that Misa set as her ringtone. I was heading out of my room and down the stairs and most of the photos that hung on the walls of my home was of the family, former and current pets, and awards. The typical décor, just like any other upper middle class home. The amount of home décor was not out of the ordinary. Everything was simple, plain, normal…boring. It sickens me.

I left the lonely house that didn't have any inhabitants at the moment; Sayu was at a sleep over with her friends and Mom was out with Dad on a good old date to the movies and some dinner afterward. I'll just leave a note to tell them I am going to Misa's and sleeping over. Besides, it's not like they'll mind and if they do then that's just too bad.

Picking the phone up on the last ring of this intolerable song wasn't the best idea but I answered it anyway before it went to my voicemail. "Are you here yet?" "Wow! So you actually picked up the phone, eh? Don't be a brat. And it's hello first. I thought you knew more about phone educate than me pretty boy."

Amane Misa. Gothic Lolita, model, rich, famous, blindingly beautiful, and is probably the most abnormal person I have ever met. Reasons why? She automatically knew I was gay when we met briefly after one of my therapy sessions with my family, stalked me day and night until I would admit it to her, and forced me to tutor her in practically all her classes even though she's three years older than me. Afterward, she told me that in exchange for tutoring her, she could make me become a model. I turned her down on the first shot and she told me it was alright because we would still be best friends. At the time, I could barely stand the girl so I was a bit freaked out.

Slowly, I began to appreciate her presence and realized she had an appropriate amount of intellect after I tutored her and we began to engage in normal conversations, thus becoming friends since we both had many things in common.

For example, we both devoted ourselves to self-exploration and enjoyed the same musical tastes and clothing style, though mine was far less…provocative.

"Yes. Sorry. Anyways, is Teru coming because I don't want him to ditch you again," I said protectively, hoping he was there to listen. "Okay. When will you let it go? It was an accident, they happen to everyone. Besides, it was just a one time," replied Teru. "One time too many, you seriously have no idea how awkward that was for me. Imagine yourself sitting in a room with three guys. All of them are flirting with each other while you are the freaking third wheel."

Misa and Teru would set up blind dates for me, since they always told me I was moping and that I looked too lonely for my age. In this situation, Teru had an emergency at his work in which he had to cancel the date with us and she was basically their sitting awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. Plus, the guys were too creepy and kept flirting with me and whispering things that were too dirty to be discussed in public. I was thoroughly embarrassed.

Misa made it sound much worse than it actually was with her slightly sulked tone but I have to admit, that does sound extremely uncomfortable. Well, in a girl's perspective, I guess it would be a horrendous situation if you were on a triple date with all gay guys and your date wasn't even there in the first place.

Okay that is pretty twisted.

"Sorry dear, it won't happen again. I promise. Anyway, we are down the street and you are wasting her minutes so we'll see you soon, Lighto."

Teru hung up with a slight business like tone ringing in his voice. He was a lawyer so I guess he had a right to sound so emotionless. How did he ever end up with Misa again?

I guess opposites do attract.

Mikami Teru's vehicle of choice was the black Ford Mustang that came squealing to a stop on my front yard, almost ruining my mother's excruciatingly-painful-to-get-weed-free garden. Speeding was one of his many qualities and, unfortunately, this one was found fairly attractive to Misa's observations.

And from my observations he was quite the mystery man. I deem him attractive enough for Misa even though he is twenty-four and Misa is eighteen. They are a really good match for each other even if he comes off to me as an enigmatic lawyer that acts stoic to most things but is secretly very lonely. It made me laugh a bit that he's Goth, though. I mean it would fit his personal profile but since he is a grown man I would've believed that he would see the subculture as idiotic and reckless. Oh well. He is fairly taller than me and Misa, thick and luscious black hair that is well taken care of and has a healthy shine to it when in formidable lighting. Although he's a big-time prick to everyone but thankfully he treats Misa like the queen she should be.

Said up and coming model came out of the two-door car like she owned the street that she placed her black heeled combat boots on, which made her the same height as me. Glossy lips smiled at me, obviously checking my outfit. The blonde made me turn and strut down the drive way while her boyfriend tried holding in a laugh as he got out of the car to join Misa and I.

"I see you gave him a thumbs up," said the raven haired lawyer with his dark eyes gleaming as he looked upon the only girl in the world that could make him feel. "Of course I am! What else would I be doing?"

The two held each other under the full moon on my driveway, completely forgetting about my presence. Sighing, I hopped into the backseat of the Mustang and waited for them to stop being so romantic.

I hate it when I see them so happy.

It makes me jealous.

I want to be in love again…

"Okay guys. Stop with the jokes and just tell me where we are. Seriously, this is not funny. At all."

I was beyond being pissed. I was terrified, lost, and really confused.

Basically, after they stopped being sappy, Teru strangled me while Misa tied both my hands and feet, plus they put a blind fold on me! They are mad I tell you! Who in their right mind does this for some sort of entertainment other than psychopaths and serial killers?

"Don't worry Light. We're almost there so there's no need to stress out."

Her silky smooth tone and otherwise normal speech was ticking me off. This is a real sick joke.

I heard the snickers of the couple as we came to a sudden halt because I slammed onto the floor due to the inertia and because of that dumbass driver Mikami Teru.

"Take the binds off." The deeper voice, coming from my left, let me know that he slammed the door and had left the job of untying me to the green eyed Goth.

I felt movement next to me and then by my feet, on hands, and afterwards near my eyes. After all my restrictions were off, I gave the Japanese girl and icy cold glare and lifted myself up and out of the car. "I honestly find your idea of a good time unsettling and very disturbing. Do you mind not talking to me or bothering me with any of your mindless games? Thanks."

"Oh don't be a tight ass. We'll get your little problem fixed tonight, okay?" unaffected by the glare or the chilling tone in my voice, she directed me to where Teru was standing, waiting for our arrival.

Now realizing that he and Misa were matching, I felt bit like the third wheel. He was handsome in his black dress shirt with a couple buttons on the top loose, revealing the beginnings of a taut, alabaster chest. Loose black dress pants went well with the top and his black shoes. He looked like he was going to a funeral. Misa was wearing her usual glittering black corset that was made entirely of lace. The mini-skirt was a tutu fashion that was some-what see through because of the fabric that was used and it showed her long tan legs off very well. Her make-up was a dark silver eye shadow that was almost the same tone of Teru's platinum colored eyes.

My jealously was at an all time high tonight and I could barley hold it back; the urge to rip their throats out. I want to be happy, to be in love. I want to be wanted.

Slowly repressing the feeling, we walked up to the establishment that actually had its opening night yesterday. I had heard of it; it was one of the first pubs I have ever heard of being built for Goths and other subcultures that were like them. It was called Darker Children. It was also a restaurant but not a club or anything special like that.

When we reached the doors, Misa pulled me over as Teru went over to talk to a group of people that were inside. "Look Light, we got you another blind date. You'll be taking the tall raven. His name is Lawliet and he is just your type. Seriously, form what you described of Beyond to me…they look a lot alike." Her voice was too hopeful and I could barely hear it over the scream-o that was playing. "Misa, there is a lot of tall brunet and pail skinned guys in this world. Besides, I highly doubt he will have red eyes or order jam with bread as a side dish."

I pushed past her and crossed the velvet rope and tall tinted glass door that was opened for me with the approving eye of the bouncers. I took a look inside to be met with the misfits of a disturbed society.

Outcasts, loners, freaks, they were all in here.

Looking around the crowded and loud hall to find a tall black-clad lawyer, I successfully located him across from me in the bar section with a blonde and a red head.

I strutted to them and put on my charming smile. First impressions last a life time. Unluckily, some moron wasn't looking while he decided to make a mad dash to nowhere and accidently came across my path, knocking me off my feet. We both headed downward because of gravity's gratifying powers and met the solid floor with pain. After recuperating and opening my eyes to see who toppled me to the floor so suddenly, I almost, almost felt my breath rip out of my lungs.

He looked like him. Like that man. The skin, hair, lips. Oh god.

It's Beyond Birthday.