A/N: I'd like to thank the people who actually took a liking to this story. I had to do a lot of research on it despite the fact that it's just a fake story :(. If you have any questions about the story just leave a comment and I can respond to them in the next chapter. Yes this is a slight romance between Beyond and Naomi but those really romantic parts won't come until later in the story ;). This chapter is mainly how Beyond is getting around in prison and how him and Naomi are slowly beginning to feel each others pain. Please continue reading, hope you enjoy. Good Luck! \(^3^)/.

Chapter 2:

The last person he expected to see in the middle of the morning was Naomi herself. Beyond had woken up to the guard outside his door saying he had a visitor. The guard escorted Beyond to a room that had slots where you could talk to your visitor on the other side of the window. You'd have to use a phone to talk with them though, but you could still see their face.

Right on the other side of the window was none other than Naomi in her black leather jacket, her hair looking as silky as normal. Beyond took a seat and Naomi gave him a soft smile. Beyond picked the phone up as well as Naomi who began talking.

"Good morning," she said. "Your the last person I'd expect to visit me in the middle of the morning Misora, beside L. I thought you guys would have been happy to rid of me," he said, looking straight through her with his red bulging eyes. "Don't say things like that. I came here to ask you how you were feeling."

"How I'm feeling?"

Naomi nodded and Beyond chuckled. "I feel like shit, that's how I feel," he told her. "And why is that?" Beyond stopped laughing and gave her a serious look. "You step into my shoes and see how I feel, Misora. You'd feel like it too." Naomi looked down. "So you do hate me after all."

Beyond's eyes widened. Hate or resent weren't the words he would use. He didn't hate her nor dislike her. "Naomi I don't hate you," he said. "I'm just sort of mad is all."

It was silent for a bit as Naomi looked down at the small desk in front of her. "Are you going to start crying again? Like you always do," he teased. Naomi shot an embarrassed look at him and then looked away. "Shut up!" she shouted through the phone. Beyond just stared blankly as her. Naomi couldn't look into his eyes, she just looked down at his hands and saw the bandages.

"What happened to your hands?" she asked him.

Beyond started fiddling with the bandage. "Oh you mean this? I cut them," he said. Naomi looked nervously at them and then back at him. "Why do you keep hurting yourself like this, Beyond? It's uncalled for and your only recking yourself by doing this. Your not getting no where from hurting yourself."

He could tell that Naomi cared and was worried for him. She didn't want to see him get hurt any more than what was already done to him. "You don't have to hide it, I'm fine Naomi. Don't worry about me, alright."

Naomi's eyes grew wide as he said that. She then closed them. "OK," she whispered. "I'll see you later then." Beyond set his hand on the glass and Naomi set hers on his hand print as she hung the phone up.

Beyond was escorted back into his room for a few hours. Nothing to do but lie on the uncomfortable spring bed with nothing to look at but the ceiling. It was quite lonesome, being the only one in the special cell as everyone else was more free to do things.

Though he was no different than the other criminals who committed murder, his mind, his eyes; Those were the most dangerous parts of his body. If he hadn't been born with the shinigami eyes, or the intelligence similar to L's, none of this would of happened to him. He still would of been an orphan that looked identical to L, but maybe he wouldn't of been called B for Backup, or the man who lived in L's shadow. The serial killer Beyond Birthday.

Most of the prisoners didn't know who he was, but he wanted to keep it that way. He didn't want to cause any problems for what he's already done. Like they say, yesterday is history, tomorrows a mystery and today is a gift, that's why it's called the present. Though present, isn't the exact word he'd think of this day as.

...

Prison is like Elementary School. It's scheduled out no different. You stay in your cell for hours, then your let out to eat Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. After that, you'd have about two hours of free time, and then it was mandatory to take a shower. The only difference for Beyond was that he had no one to talk to and everyone looked at him like some scrawny kid.

If they knew who he really was, a lot of people would either look out for him or try to prove themselves by beating him up.

After Beyond had taken his shower, he was drying his hair off in a corner away from the other prisoners. He made no contact with them. He wasn't shy, no doubt about it, he just didn't want to associated with them.

"Hey you!" he heard someone shout. He turned around to see a huge man over 300 pounds bigger than him. He had muscular shoulders and arms and a huge chin. He looked at him hastily and Beyond looked at him with nothing in his eyes. He could see his name and his life span. He didn't have very long to live, and his name was Brad Boston. If he were outside, he would have killed him for having the same initials as him. That unsolvable case running through his mind like a bad dream.

"Give me that towel!" he ordered. "I'm using it," Beyond said. "I don't care if your fucking it! Give me the towel!" Brad grabbed the towel and Beyond yanked it back. Brad grabbed Beyond's shirt and lifted him up. "Who the hell do you think you are, little girl?" Beyond snickered. "Your mother, I'm not giving you the towel!" he shouted.

One of the guards tapped Brad on the shoulder and told him to let Beyond go. Beyond looked at him with his piercing red eyes that sent shivers down his spine. Brad let him go and walked away without taking the towel. Beyond couldn't help but laugh like a maniac in the corner out of the irony.

The other prisoners stared at him like he were crazy and continued with there business.

"Isn't that the new prisoner?"

"Yeah, he just came in yesterday."

"I can't believe he stood up to Brad."

"He must be crazy, I mean look at him."

Beyond stared at every one of the prisoners who were talking and they looked away. They only had an hour of free time as most of the prisoners chatted and read books. A few had a smoke and some argued. Beyond ignored everyone and took a seat by the window. It was cloudy outside and he couldn't help but think of Naomi.

Was she coming over again? Did she actually care about him? Beyond rubbed his eye and looked to see a crow fly near the window. It stared at him with it's also red eyes. It reminded him of himself. Hidden in those black feathers was the flesh and bone of a murderer with great intelligence. The crow glared at him for awhile. He actually didn't mind it's presents, it made him think of back when he was once free and able to do what he wanted. He didn't know how long it would take for him to be let out.

He reached his finger out for the bird as he touched the window. The crow didn't move, it just stared at it. He could tell some prisoners were looking at him like he were some freak. The crow slowly relieved him of his pain, made him feel happy and filled with pride. "Misora..." he said under his breath.

"Who?" he heard some other prisoner say behind him. The crow flew away, a feather falling off of it. Beyond turned around and saw a scrawny man such as himself stand before him. "No one," Beyond said, glaring out the window again. "I saw you stand up to Brad, you have some guts!" the boy said, taking a seat by him. Beyond couldn't help but look up at his name and life span. His name was Pete and he had awhile to live.

"The name's Pete, I'm in here because I was caught selling drugs," he said, holding his hand out. Beyond stared at his hand and watched as Pete laughed and put it down. "What are you in here for?" he asked.

"..."

"Awe, I see. Secret. Well that's OK. Guessing from your size you didn't do much. But short people like you and me have to stick together in an enviroment like this," Pete said. "I gotta say, you really let yourself get beat up, look at your hands. There burned and scratched, the same with your face!"

"Geez, thanks for pointing that out."

Pete shrugged and sat back. "Just some friendly advice, stay away from those psychotic murderers. They won't get you no where and there always picking fights." Beyond was mainly ignoring him and looking out the window. "You obviously don't like talking."

"And you obviously can't shut up."

Beyond rubbed the bandages and looked down at his lap. "What's your name? I might have heard about you." Beyond wasn't comfortable giving his name out to him. If he'd heard of him, his cover would be blown. So he gave him a fake name. "Rue Ryuzaki," he lied. "Awe, your japanese. You don't look it though." Beyond stood up and walked away. "Where are ya going?" he asked him. Beyond ignored him and walked around.

He pasted by a few prisoners who were watching the news, one of the only channels they were allowed to watch.

"This just in, a mass murderer was caught two days ago and sent to Henderson Jail," the reporter said. "That's here!" Pete said, walking over. Beyond looked at the screen and watched along with the other prisoners.

"The Los Angeles Murder Case was solved by a young F.B.I. agent named Naomi Misora." Beyond knew what the case was as he grew nervous. These few prisoners were about to find out who he was. "Just two days ago a 24 year old man named Beyond Birthday, or B back at his orphanage was arrested for murdering a 44 year old man, a 13 year old girl, and a 28 year old women. Police also say this man tried to comit suicide by burning himself alive.

"We have no pictures of the man but as far as we could tell he's already in the jail and won't be getting out for another twenty years." Beyond let out a sigh of relief. At least they don't know who he is, he thought to himself.

"Who ever that is is a serious freak!" Pete shouted. Hearing that, Beyond felt like breaking Pete's neck. He'd never understand why he did it, no one would. "When was this Beyond Birthday guy sent here, I haven't seen him anywhere," another prisoner said. "Hey new guy, is that you on the screen?"

Beyond just stared at them with his red eyes. They just looked back at the screen and Pete walked up to him. "I doubt it's him, he's too skinny to comit such murder." Beyond took it offensive and took a seat. "Isn't that right Ryuzaki?"

"...Yeah..." he stuttered.

Beyond was glad to be getting back to his cell. Away from all that drama. He was happy to be getting back to that empty cell he had to call home for twenty years. He missed the strawberry jam already. He missed being free. He missed Naomi and was hoping to see her again.

I hoped you enjoyed it. It was fun typing it. I got my research from a friend I know who went to jail. These are actual fact and yes he'll be seeing Naomi the next day. Stay tune to see what else happens to Beyond in his new journey. {^?^}