Japan - Two months eariler
'Ptew!'
''Hey!''
''What?''
''Misa saw that!''
''Saw what?''
''You threw something at me!''
''What if I were aiming for Light-kun?''
A petite blonde whirled around from her aggressive perch to face her assailant. The teenager, having just been rescued from underneath the blonde, was eyeing the back of her corset. He was able to easily identify exactly what had been thrown, for the pink offending object stood out easily against the black of the oufit.
''It doesn't make it any better! Why do you have to come on our dates anyway?'' Misa, for that was the chosen name for the blonde girl, flung herself back into the couch dramatically
''We've had this conversation five times already, five times for five dates. If your memory is that bad I suggest you seek professional help. In any case, our time quotant has been fufilled here, we agreed on three hours for one weeks worth of peace. In case you have forgotten that as well.'' The boy who threw the chewing gum, L, droned.
''Ah-ha! On the condition that tomorrow, Light goes shopping with me. Misa's memory isn't that bad!'' Misa stuck her index finger up triumphantly.
''If it isn't, then why do you refer to yourself in third person?'' L got up, wiping cake crumbs off his jeans onto Misa's spotless floor. Flicking the chain connecting him to the teenager he ambled awkwardly over to the door and prepared himself for the inevitable tug-of-war that would follow. Light, the teenager, followed half-dragging Misa in his subtle haste to escape the room. Kissing Misa swiftly on the cheek, he shoved L out of the room and attempted to close the door in his girlfriend's face. Misa stuck her foot in the gap and grabbed Light's collar, a non verbal demand for more attention and kisses. L would have rolled his eyes at her behavior, but she wasn't worth the effort of moving his face. Twirling the chain around his wrist and arm, he tugged onto Light's hand and began dragging him in the opposite direction to his 'beloved.' Misa, seeing what h was doing, tugged on Light's other arm, screeching nonsense things angrily. Light, irrtated at being treated like a rag doll, ordered Misa to let go. Physics happened and he tumbled back into L.
Getting up off his roomate and resting his head on the doorframe, he sent L a glare through slitted eyes.
''One batch of blueberry muffins.'' he muttered
''Nutella cake.'' L half-smiled back at him, before tugging him off the doorframe.
''You spat chewing gum at her''
''Our deal was, if I saw you getting too uncomfortable with Misa's ah, advances, I would intervene in exchange for you baking me whatever I wanted, within reason of course. You never specified how I could intervene, nor did you set any restrictions on my payment. I want a nutella cake, and have wanted one since you mentioned you knew how to make one.'' L was now walking down the hallway, heading for their shared floor and more specifically, their kitchen.
''Why do you always do that?'' Light asked from beside him
''Do what?'' L looked bored now, as if he were in the commercials of his daily life.
''Twist words around to suit your purpose'' Light grumbled
''When you've been in this kind of work for as long as I have, you start to know the true meaning of words I suppose.'' Light and L had reached their kitchen. A stainless steel work of art, with two refrigerators, a stove, every food processor and eletrical appliance nessesary to a gormet chef all surrounding a prepreation/dining table. L would never spare any expense when it came to his food, and as Light found out delightedly, his food as well.
''Get to work Light-kun, I'm hungry and I need to have optimum sugar levels if I am to survive tomorrow. Between Kira and Amane-san I wonder why I even bother making a retirement plan.'' L hopped up onto the bench to watch his cake's creation, before Light shooed him onto a stool, claiming sanitary reasons. L had pouted and Light... had smiled...
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Japan - Present
...Why? Why had he smiled?
Celing tiles swirled back into view as Light Yagami, the First Kira gazed into space. It had been three days since he had successfully recovered his precious memories and personality. Kira was now more or less free, his fake rules had done the trick and L had released him from his side. Light, or rather Kira had opted to remain close to L, as if to make sure the detective didn't pull anything unexpected before his inevitable death.
Which had a minor flaw. Namely that Misa, his faithful Second Kira, was nowhere in sight. And Light, for all his considerable intellect, could not exactly remember why? He knew where Misa was, America, but all that he could gather without acting suspiciously was that she was gone for work. Which made no sense at all, ther was no way L would let his suspect leave the country for any reason short of nuclear war.
And since there was no World War Four currently underway Light presumed that there was definiately something horribly, terribly, wrong with his memories. Since day two of their 'victory' over the Third Kira, Light had been given minor snippets of memory of the time he was attached to L, and he was soon to realise that there were similar holes as to when he was in confinement. He could remember the entire process of finding the Third Kira, his fights with L, getting annoyed over minior things that were complicated by the handcuffs, namely sleeping, eating and bathing, but he could not remember certain dates, time spent with Misa, time spent with L that must have not been focused on the case.
He had asked Rem, in private of course, what exactly was happening to him, and Rem had replied that no human had tried to delibreatly mess with their own memories before using the Death Notes. From this Light could deduce that his memories would slowly return, but for the meantime would play havoc with his ultimate plan to murder his rival.
Like why was Misa in America instead of here, where Light would turn her back into Kira, where she could judge again and where Rem could kill L and herself in one blow?
America – Present
Beyond Birthday leaned back against his third stolen car. Gazing down the decrepid street he contemplated how he would find his two most elusive soon-to-be-victums. Quillish Whammy and his Lawliet. He knew, growing up in Whammy's house with L, that he would be staying in hotels around the world, always moving and never calling any one of them 'Home' for that was what Whammy's was to all it's orphans. No, wherever L's major case was, (for he always had several going on.) that was be where he would be found. It was pointless though, to go though all the major five star hotels of this country- any country to try and look for him, since L used different aliases everytime, and always travelled as a local. Not to mention the fact that Beyond also didn't know what continent his L was in.
Beyond had never liked associating with the other inmates. In fact the only time he had ever initiated contact with any of them was when he instigated his plan of prison survival. Being smaller, thinner and injured was never a good combination when surrounded with known murderers and rapists, so at the first oppotunity Beyond had lept upon a notorious rapist and took advantage of the day his numbers ran out. By biting his ears off and smashing the man's bleeding head against the prision tiles Beyond had effectively branded himself as a psychopath among psychopaths and someone who was Not To Be Taken Advantage Of.
But this didn't mean that he perminatly closed himself off to his nightmares, he still heard the muttered whispers of the other prisoners, about the man who apparantly had killed five of the most demented murderers in his cell block. Without even being there in person. Beyond had cocked his head slightly at this, and oneof the gossipers, a huge hairy man with forearms the size of Beyond's waist, a man who had been imprisoned for the rape of five teenage girls had bowed his head repectfully and whispered
''Phil says there's some guy ou' there who's got it in for crims like us. Kill's 'em wid heart attacks, an' on the ou'side he's worshipped like some kinda God. Phil's sister called 'im Lord Kira.''
Beyond, now back in the present, smirked. There was no way L could resist a serial killer who murdered with heart attacks. If he could find an internet cafe in this town he could find at least a vague location of this Kira, if L hadn't captured him already that is. In any case, at the same time he could find that moronic FBI bitch Naomi Misora.
Getting off the bonnet Beyond fell into his usual slouch before lazily walking down the street, like a zombie out of a classic horror film. People stared at him, mothers unconciously clutched their children closer. Attention was drawn to him as he boldly walked down the street like insects to a light in the evening darkness.
This, if you could see how Beyond Birthday looked, was to be expected. After two weeks of agonising surgery to fix the awful burn scars from his suicide attempt, Beyond had laughed madly when the bandages had come off. Then howled with anger and frustration, before collapsing again with muffled giggles the sound of which should never come out of a nearly six foot tall man. The surgeon had backed away slightly, wondering if it was worth calling his psychiatrist friend about his lastest unusal patient.
But he was being paid well, so he marked it down as the usual eccentricies of the rich.
Beyond's new face now looked more like his beautiful Lawliet's then ever. Prison was harsh and Beyond suffered like everyone else, two years of poor diet, minimal sunlight and fire filled nights leading to his insomnia, Beyond's face had been bleached pale, with wide dark circles under his eyes and cheekbones jutting out of his face that would make any woman screech in jealousy. He now had the natural effect of what he had strived to achieve years before with more makeup then any actor or actress on stage.
Looking around, Beyond spotted a newspaper stand, the owner of which was reading a gossip magazine. Walking over, Beyond was about to ask for directions when his attention was diverted by a large gothic L decorating the front of the magazine. He froze momentarily, thoughts racing though his head. What was L the world's greatest detective, doing on the front of a women's magazine? To Beyond, it was as if... if one of those celebrity girls, the ones made of plastic and liked to pose naked for cameras was on the cover of Science Today.
Wait, maybe it was a mistake, maybe it was something totally unrelated.
''Hello. How much for the magazine?'' Beyond choked out
''This one? This is mine, but they're over there for only five dollars.'' The man, as Beyond could now see the name, lazily turned another page.
''Hey there, what do you think about L eh? This one says he's really a secret government organisation, with like, heaps of braniacs working as both L and Kira to try and take over the free will of people like you and me.'' The newspaper man lent forward towards Beyond, who was flicking through magazines at an astonishing pace, and showed him the corresponding page.
'Well, to me, L is the one person I've strived all my life to be and to beat, the person who gave me that awful name, who imprisoned me and rejected me.' But it wasn't as though Beyond could really say that.
''He's a detective,'' Beyond looked at him ''Who's Kira?''
The newspaper man gave him a look
''Been under a rock or the past few months of something?'' ('More like on the rock' Beyond thought) ''Kira's this guy who's been killing all the criminals with heart attacks, he's trying to make a New World without crime! Surely you saw L's broadcast a few months back? Challenged Kira to kill him and everything, it was so cool. Anyways, apparently their both in Japan or something dukeing it out with the ninjas.''
Broadcast? L? Moved to Japan to hunt down a mystery killer? L... L never showed that much attention to one case, never made a public broadcast... what was going on? What had the world turned into? Beyond felt numb as his gaze fell down to the open magazine in his hands, a missing person report smiling innocently up at him.
Missing Person: Naomi Misora
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Black
Job: Housewife
Height: 5''4
Last seen at her home in L.A, after recieving news that her fiance, Raye Penbar was killed during an undercover operation with the FBI. If you see this woman please call...
Beyond dropped the magazine as if it were poison. Staggering slightly, he gave the man at the stall a glance before rushing away, pure hatred and frustration fueling his every step. Running into an alleyway Beyond let out an inhuman sound, a shriek of dispare as he felt his very world shattering into a thousand pieces.
Naomi Misora was missing, probably from the sound of that article also dead- but how could that be? Beyond had seen her lifespan, he knew how long she had left to live. She was supposed to have years left, and Beyond knew that he whilst he couldn't kill her, he could have made every last second agonising for her. But now. Now she was gone and he would be unfufilled.
Not to mention his L, his hated L was now involved with someone else, someone who made him pay more attention to him then B had, had made him do things that Beyond had never, could never do. L had come out into the direct spotlight and annouced to the world that he, L, would put a stop to this murderer!
When Beyond had waged his own war with L, L had done what he always did when finding a murderer, or a rapist or embezzler or any other kind of criminal. He hired a shield, in this case Misora, and procceded to hunt Beyond from his behind his computer, and when he was finally captured, L gave all the credit to Misora before turning his attention to other cases.
To make an annoucement was... unbelievable
Beyond collapsed onto the dirty ground, his black shirt stained with filth as he screamed.
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Author's note: Okay, I am unsure of what happened to this chapter. I orginally wanted to have a few chapters detailing what L, Light and Misa got up to during the famous 'We're not gay this is serious!' bondage arc. You know, as a type of mini-arc I suppose. But no. I can't write 'Ooo I'm innocent! I love butterflies and justice and pink fluffy bunnies' happy Light, not for long anyway. It's just eaiser to write emotionally demented genii for me I guess. Does anyone else have that problem? So I wrote the Beyond 'I'm a badass-outlaw' part, and thought, well, screw it, I'm going to mess around with Light's memories to serve my lazy purpose. Because I really can't keep writing the later plotline without doing the beginning. Real life doesn't apparently work that way, according to my friend Dark Dreaming.
Again, I am new to this, and I would appreciate it if you indeed did find any mistakes in my work to notify me.
Stay tuned, same L time, same L channel.
-Believe Bridesmaid