B
TRUE NAME: Beyond Birthday
LETTER: B
GENDER: Male
ALIAS: Rue Ryuzaki, BB, Beyond Birthday
BLOOD TYPE: B
BIRTHDAY: October 31, 1983
DEATHDAY: January 21, 2007
INTELLIGENCE: 8 ½ /10
CREATIVITY: 8/10
INITIATIVE: 2/10
EMOTIONAL STRENGTH: 5/10
SOCIAL SKILLS: 7/10
OTHER: PSYCHOLOGICAL DISTRESS: 10/10
GENERATION: 1st
MEANING: Backup
"B, or Beyond Birthday, was always a 'Backup' for L. Someone to fall back on if you fail. B made himself an exact replica, except the bags under his eyes were for bloodlust and plotting manipulation ways every night, and he had the shinigami eyes- it wasn't hard to slaughter somebody's insides with a fork by that. With Elizabeth Báthory as an idol, he wasn't sane. After awaiting and becoming a master at subservience, he tried to plot a case L himself couldn't solve; it resulted in failure, later to be killed by Kira."
"Oh, another new school, such a joy," Beyond Birthday sneered, raking a hand through his hair, straightening his back. "So am I really supposed to be a successor to L?"
It wasn't odd for him to sit in an empty room and talk to himself, he even did it out in public. He tried his best not to, but it was inevitable.
"That's…that's…? That's cool… the world's greatest detective, huh? And I'm supposed to be his backup? Pfft, fine by me." B said as he opened a manga comic and laid down on his new bed. "Maybe…I can find some information on him and imitate him. I've always been a good actor, haven't I, Ma?" B said sadly, glancing at the picture he laid down at the mahogany side-table. "You'd be disgusted with me if you knew everything about me, today…" he laughed like a chipmunk masochist. "…especially if you knew about my eyes. Hopefully nobody will."
"So, what and who is L?" Beyond asked at Watari, who was running the desk.
"What do you want to know?" Watari asked back.
"What does he look like, what does he eat?"
"Why?"
"I just want to see if food habits affect your brain capacity, sir." Beyond held back a sly smirk, doing so would ruin it.
"He has dark eyes, bags under them, messy black hair, hunched over-back, and sits in a ridicule way like you do. Actually, you're going to meet him today, so what's the rush?" Watari said suddenly.
"I-I am?!" B held back a smirk and settled for a smile.
"You're the only one at the house so far, of course so."
"Sit here," Watari told B, who was holding a notepad.
"Okay. I don't see the point of a notepad, though," Beyond said, sitting in the center of the floor.
"Shush, please,"Watari said, sighing.
B just guessed that this was very nerve-wracking for him, because he's meeting L! He could hardly handle his excitement, until…he saw the laptop on the table in front of him.
The L looked like Old English, making B sigh. Not meeting L.
"Hello," a monotone voice said, making B shiver slightly. The robotic-esque tone was all but welcoming.
"Hi there, L." B replied hesitantly.
"You must be my backup," L said.
"I am." B sighed. "Why can't I meet you face-to-face?" Beyond frowned, slumping his shoulders.
Two thuds hit the door. Beyond turned to his behind and saw a man- or teen, with a hunched back, no shoes [or socks for that matter], faded jeans, and a white tee. He had hair that was almost on the dot of B's, and panda-like eyes with bags under them.
"You must be B," the teen said in an un-modified voice.
"Call me Beyond Birthday," B said, smirking.
"You can call me L," L said, sitting down in front of him on his toes and sticking a thumb in his mouth.
B looked down at his notepad and red pen. L Lawliet, he wrote, dying on November 5th, 2007.
"Do you know why my name is Beyond Birthday?"
"No," L said hesitantly, removing his thumb from his mouth and pulling out a lollipop and putting it where his thumb was. "No I do not. I would love to know,"
"I'm sure you would, maybe someday I'll tell you," B smiled, cockiness shedding light everywhere. "I would love to tell you through video-chat sometime,"
"Why mustn't it be now?" L asked, adjusting the loli in his mouth.
"Because," Likes to question doings, B wrote, drawing a sketch of L on the notepad.
"I have a bad vibe coming from you, B. I am not going to lie, I am a man of my word. I don't know why," L leaned in, looking the teen in the eye. Well, at this point, Beyond was 12, but he looked 13, L's age. "I see dread in your eyes, blank, and unfulfilling dread."
B clenched his jaw and growled. "I have no family anymore, what do-!"
"You had a family, at least. All I have is Watari, and now you and my little Alphabets, although there will be more. Actually, to test you I want you to recruit some more people. Make sure they don't know I know you personally- that'd be a bummer, right?" L smiled lightly.
"Test? More like a trust caution."
"That too. How can I be sure I trust a guy who looks like me? Never trust a pretty face."
"We are pretty aren't we?" B smirked. He actually liked having L as company, not even realizing Watari left.
"So, what do you like to do for fun?"
L Lawliet
L and B became fast friends, chatting with each other when L was not solving a case and B wasn't finding another resident for the House. They were alike in many ways, sharing times about their lives frequently. But, B had L mapped down to a scale.
Andrew Vi
B found Andrew and sent him to the House. He knew he wasn't sane so that made him a perfect test subject, and B's heart welcomed that thought.
Anybody else in the house was of B's doing, though he never conversed with them.
"Hahaha, no. It's completely sane to wipe jelly on my walls and write notes about Elizabeth Báthory's victims." B murmured on his laptop on his bed.
"B? Is that you?" a monotone voice said.
"Shit!" B gasped, not realizing he was on chat with L. "What's up, L?"
"Nothing, just eating a doughnut and drinking hot chocolate. Let me guess, you're eating strawberry jam?"
"Yeah," B said, putting sunglasses on. "Video me,"
"Will do." L said as his face appeared on the monitor of B's personal laptop. "Hey,"
"Hey," B smiled, messing with his hair awkwardly.
"Oh, guess what! I solved that case. It was him,"
"Like you're ever wrong. Hell, even at 13 you're the world's greatest detective," B smirked.
"That's true, I am," L said, blushing.
"We need to see each other again sometime," B suggested. "I need to talk to you about my candidates. You know, over a date."
"Dates are a romantic thing, Beyond," L said ghastly. "We are not-"
"Like you didn't kiss me once,"
"It. was. a. Dare!" L yelled, blushing like crazy, "Besides, you know you enjoyed it,"
"Hmm…I did. But besides that fact," B smirked. L cut him off.
"Why did you even have a girl's dare game-box anyways?" L asked.
"It was my evil little sister's."
Dear L,
I don't know how long it will be since I see you, but I know who you are. You are not Ryuzaki, you are L Lawliet, and you can't solve every case. They call me Beyond Birthday. Why? Because I have the shinigami eyes and I can see a person's name and deathday over their heads. I can't see mine, or a shinigami's. You have been aware that I have not been sane and I had an obsession with Elizabeth Báthory. Anyways, a shinigami is a god of death. I was born with one of their own kind's eyes. I will beat you, for I have truthfully been jelly [see what I did there, L? I was always good at jokes.] of your talent, of A's talent…I don't know how I got here, but I hope some day,
I win.
BB
P.S. we had some fun times, didn't we? I won't ever forget the time we figured out I was a top. ;)
"Kira sounds like a chill guy. If only I wasn't stuck in prison, I would love to help him beat L. Too bad."
Note: meh. I would've wrote it better but I don't have time. I've been googling Drew Dayon [Hush, Hush's cover model, damnn he's so fiiiinnnnee]
