A/N: Here it is, chapter three. To anyone who is reading this story, sorry for the delay! Started a new school this year, been really caught up in things and have been pretty down lately. Sorry it's so short, I'll make up for it in the next chapter. Yes, I have introduced an Original Character, but no worries, it won't subtract from any Beyond/L action. I read a lot of BB/L fanfic and it's all the same to be honest. Especially the ones where they just start fucking like two sentences into the story. Where's the plot? Subplot? I know some people may not like my OC but she's merely there to aid the plot and make the story more unique. Thanks for reading and please review!

"I don't want to simply kill him. That would be too kind of me," said Beyond Birthday. He was sitting in a crouched position on the motel bed. He was gazing at the floor.

Her voice was quiet. It had a soft tone and Beyond had always liked the way it sounded. "What else is there to do but kill him?" she asked. "Of course in the end he'll be dead… but before that he needs not only feel physical pain, but emotional torment," Beyond's eyes were bright. The young girl turned her gaze from the window to BB's face. "Are you sure that is really what you want?" she asked. Beyond Birthday's eyes flashed with anger. He glared at her for a moment, and then his eyes went neutral. "Yes I'm sure. You really are a stupid girl, aren't you?" The girl tensed, "Fuck you." With that, she walked out of the motel room.

L awoke in the early morning, hungry and in need of a shower. He got out of bed and looked around the hotel room. Finding no surprise tapes or the such, he walked into the bathroom. He peeled his grimy clothes off his pale body and stepped into the hot stream of water.

A towel around his waist, he walked back into the bedroom. He had eaten all of the food he had previously bought and was desperately in need of some sweets. He was nervous about leaving the motel room, but knew he couldn't stay in there forever. Dressing quickly, L made his way out of the building. It was bright outside – a nice day. Stomach growling, L walked to 7-11.

Walking up and down the aisles, he picked out lots of sweets, hopefully lasting him awhile. L practically ran to the cupcake shelf but stopped when he saw someone standing there. Her back was towards him. L's eyes widened slightly and stared at the back of her figure.

Her hair was purple. Bright dyed purple. It was cut short and in elastics all around her head. They looked like sprouts, sticking up this way and that. L cleared his throat and the girl turned. She had a slender frame and face. Freckles splashed her nose and the high points of her cheeks. Her lips were small and pink. Her ordinary brown eyes were outdone by her makeup, painted black eyes with bright blue eye shadow.

Upon seeing L, her eyes widened and a hand lifted as if to touch him, but dropped down by her side. L, a shy being, looked down at the floor and shifted his weight from one foot to another. "You're a strange looking man," the girl said in a soft voice. L looked up at her, eyes darting from her hair to her eyes to her bright clothing. "That may be so, but you are a strange looking girl," L replied. The girl smiled, "Thank you." She looked down at his armful of sweets. "Hungry?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Starved, so if you'll please excuse me…" L grabbed a few packaged cupcakes and headed towards the cashier. L acted as though he did not notice when the purple haired girl stood next to him as he placed his items on the counter.

After paying, L walked out of the 7-11 with his sweets, not wanting to look behind him. He could hear her light footsteps. When he reached the motel, L finally turned. "Do you need something?" L asked. The girl cocked her head slightly, "What is your name?" "Ryuzaki," he replied, stepping into the building. In came the girl. "Are you not going to ask my name?" she asked. "Why would I want that kind of knowledge?" L said, getting bored. "My name is Auralee," the girl's voice was so quiet he almost missed what she said. "I doubt I will be seeing you again so it does not matter if I know your name or not. I am going to my room now so goodbye," L said. Auralee smiled, "It was very nice too meet you Ryuzaki and I hope I will see you again. You are quite interesting." To L's complete shock, she came close to the detective, stood on her tiptoes, and pecked him on the cheek. Auralee walked back out the motel, humming quietly to herself as she made her way down the street.

That was so strange, L thought to himself, back in his motel room. His hand went up to touch the place her lips had made contact with, and his stomach turned. L considered himself to have a slight condition of Haphephobia, the fear of being touched. The only person L could ever remember touching him was Beyond, and that was such a long time ago. L was careful to not make physical contact with those around him, which was not hard to do. When L thought of the strange girl kissing his cheek, he turned very red in the face, heart beating quickly. The young detective quickly made his way back to his motel room, eating sweets until his stomach hurt.

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As L stood in the lobby, Auralee circled the building a few times until he had gone back to his room. She made her way back to her hotel room and opened the door as quietly as she could. The room was dark, the only source of light coming from the small flickering television set. Her dark eyes swept across the room and did not see Beyond Birthday. Sighing, Auralee sank into the lumpy bed. Auralee had a sinking feeling in her stomach. The same feeling she got that single time she rode a rollercoaster. Her mother had taken her to an amusement park for a total of 1 hour and 34 minutes before she got fed up with the crowds of people and dropped Auralee off at a babysitter. Auralee inwardly shivered, pushing all memories of her mother to the back of her mind. That feeling still sat deep in her stomach. Auralee felt as though it was clawing its way through her insides, tearing up her entire being. Her head hurt and the girl closed her eyes. Auralee was an extremely emotional being. When something bothered her, it drained her physically as well as mentally. Her brain did not seem to be wired the same way as the rest of the ordinary. As Auralee sat with her eyes closed, she could not help but imagine some internal being tearing its way through her stomach and up her throat, using her flesh as leverage to escape. Auralee did not remember how long she had imagined this for. She dozed off. When she awoken, Beyond was sitting in a crouch on the floor, staring up at the television, eyes wide.

Auralee rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed. She noted that Beyond had been nice enough to put a cover over her while she slept. Hearing her movement behind him, Beyond turned his head. "Hello. Sleep well?" he asked. Auralee yawned before replying, "Yes. I met L today." Beyond was still for a moment and turned the volume down on the television. "And what did you think of him?" Beyond said. "I thought he was very much like you, and not just in appearance. It makes sense you were together with him. After meeting him I can't really see you with anyone else," Auralee prepared herself for Beyond's rage. To her surprise, his calm expression did not change. "Don't get too attached, doll. He won't last long." Beyond turned away before any more was said. Auralee could sense he was not in the mood for talking on the subject anymore so she merely sat down beside him on the floor, cross-legged. A commercial for extra whitening toothpaste flashed across the screen. "Whatcha watching?" Auralee asked. Without looking away, Beyond said, "News." The commercial ended and both Beyond and Auralee turned their attention to the figures on the screen. They heard stories about a young woman going missing, war in Iraq, and a story on how tap water is healthier than bottled water. "There's nothing on L," Auralee said, mostly to herself. "I didn't think there would be. Just making sure," Beyond still did not look away. "Why wouldn't there be? He's so well-known," Auralee said. "Think about it. Criminals fear L. If these criminals knew L had gone missing and was unable to work on cases, all hell would break loose. They would become a lot more invincible. Elaborate crimes would be blossoming all over the place," Beyond explained. Auralee understood now. "Yeah that makes sense. So as far as everyone else knows, L is fine." Beyond turned the television off, "Exactly." Auralee looked out the window, raindrops splattering across the windowpane. "I'm going for a walk. Come with me?" Auralee asked the serial killer. "You go ahead, I'm getting some sleep." Beyond was already settling into the bed. Beyond was more distant than usual tonight, Auralee could see it clearly. Auralee walked out the door.

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L looked out of his motel window. It was raining. Little droplets of water ran down the window pane, seeming to glisten in the moonlight. L had never particularly minded the rain, he sometimes even enjoyed it. L looked around his room and realized the four walls of the motel seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. Wearing nothing but his white shirt and jeans, he made his way into the night, the sky crying.

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Arms high in the air, Auralee had her head back, looking up into the dark sky. The moon was partially covered by clouds but a dim light still shone on the street. Hearing a door open, Auralee put her arms down and turned towards the door of the motel. At first Auralee thought it was Beyond coming outside to join her, but realized Beyond never wore a white shirt. Her eyes widened as she realized who had walked out into the pouring rain. L seemed to not have seen her, so she decided to approach him. She skipped until she was positioned in front of him. L's eyes widened and he took a few steps back. "Hi Ryuzaki," she seemed not to notice his surprised reaction to his presence.

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This strange girl again, L thought to himself. What was her name again? Annalee? No. Auralee. "Uh, hi," L scratched his leg with his bare foot. "Do you like the rain Ryuzaki?" Auralee asked, looking at him intently. "I don't mind it," L admitted. "I love it," Auralee said. And with that, Auralee began to twirl, palms uplifted, head thrown back, she was laughing. "Ah, yes, well I can see that," L said. "Surely you shouldn't be out alone at night, shouldn't you be indoors somewhere?" L asked. "No silly, I shouldn't," was all the information Auralee offered to give. "How old are you anyways? You look a bit young to be living on your own," L knew the girl couldn't be out of high school yet. "Physically, scientifically, I'm 16. I am wise beyond my years, Ryuzaki and I am not living alone, I just don't have the restrictions most teenagers do," Auralee's face was serious. "Oh. Okay," L did not know what to say.

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Looking at L was like looking into the face of Beyond. The traces of pain were identical. This was the first thing Auralee noticed, the splashes of pain in the eyes of the pair. Most times, Beyond covered this pain with anger and distance, but Auralee could still spot it. Looking at the young detective L, Auralee got that feeling in the pit of her stomach once again. She looked up into the man's eyes and could only imagine all the horrible things he was going to have to endure in the near future. Beyond's mind was set, and it wasn't changing. All too quickly, images of L's lifeless body lying on concrete sprung to Auralee's mind. Her head hurt and she shut her eyes, but still images of the man dead danced in her head. He was dead, he was bloody, and he was gone. There was Beyond Birthday, superior, standing over him. He had broken him, he had won. She knew this was all bound to happen. When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with pity. With one last look at the walking dead man, she ran in the direction of the motel and up to her room. L did not follow her. Beyond was still awake when she opened the door. "L is out there now," Auralee did not know why she said it. Did she want to see him suffer more than he already would? "Really? Do you think he's leaving?" Beyond was already on his feet. "I don't know," Auralee admitted, it was possible. Beyond sprang for the door and in one swift motion, it was open. He walked quickly down to the lobby and out into the rain. L stood where he had been standing minutes ago. "We'll follow him if he goes anywhere," Beyond whispered.

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L knew he had to walk to keep from losing his sanity. He needed to get off this damn street with the motel and 7-11. While he walked in no particular direction, he felt as though he was being followed. He wasn't sure if it was all in his mind or if Beyond could be lurking around any corner, or merely a couple feet behind him. Glancing over his shoulder often, he saw nothing. After walking for about thirty minutes, L came to a bar. There wasn't much in terms of buildings on this particular street, the bar seemed to be the only place people were currently in. Music seeped from under the doors and through the bricks. L had never been in a bar before, and found himself excited. Maybe that is what I need. To be around other people, in a group, L thought. He hoped that maybe the company of others would shield him from Beyond. Hunched over, he reached for the handle and pulled the door open. L looked around the room and immediately regretted his decision to come in. It was mostly men, with a few women here and there. The men were big and looked tough. All the people in the room turned to stare at L, who put his head down and walked to the bar counter. "Can I get you something?" the women behind the counter said. She was an ordinary looking woman, brunette hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. "Do bars serve coffee?" L asked, not sure of the answer. "If the customers ask for it we do. Is that what you want?" she asked. "Yes, thank you." After getting his cup, he paid the lady in change. That same woman looked at L in disgust when the detective proceeded to pour ten packets of sugar into his cup of coffee. Not liking the environment, L decided to take his drink outside, where he could think without the blare of the nasty music and stares of strangers. If only L had noticed one of these strangers follow him outside. L walked to the side of the building and leaned against the cool bricks. Taking small sips of his coffee, L felt more relaxed. L was just beginning to close his eyes when he heard a voice.

"Hey there pretty boy," the voice was deep and rough. L eyes darted around him and a man stepped out from behind the corner of the building. He was tall and definitely weighed a lot more than five L's put together. He was smirking and had a glint of excitement in his dull green eyes. "Um, hi," L said. He quickly stepped away from the wall and made a move to go back to the front of the building, only to run into the man's outstretched arm. "Where do you think you're going?" the man asked, his voice had raised an octave. "Back into the bar," L tried. "No I don't think that's going to work for me, to be honest," the man snarled. He quickly grabbed L's wrist, his coffee cup falling to the ground. "Good thing that cup was only plastic; we wouldn't want to make too much noise. L's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. The detective began to scream only to be silenced by the large mans rough hand over his mouth. "Shut up you stupid piece of shit. Don't worry, it won't hurt too much, just relax and try to enjoy it," the man said, laughing. L tried biting on the man's hand but he did not seem to notice so L assumed he wasn't doing much damage. Kicking and flailing wasn't working because the man now had him in a pin against the wall. Keeping him pinned against the wall with one arm, the man began to unzip his jeans. Tears strolled down the detective's cheeks and he had altogether stopped breathing.

"Get your dirty fucking hands off him!" the voice boomed so loudly it seemed to bounce off the walls. Still pinned to the wall, L could make out a figure standing a few feet away from the man, one hand behind his back. L forced himself to look at his almost rapist's face and saw sheer panic in his eyes. The man slowly turned only his head to see who had spoken. The man's frame was thin, he was hunched over. The look of panic turned to amusement on the man's face. "Come here little buddy, I could take you both on," the man looked away and tugged at L's jeans. The man didn't have much time to do anything else, for the figure had come up behind him and put a switchblade against his throat. L audibly gasped when he got a look at the skinny man's face. It was Beyond Birthday. His eyes were shining red and angry, his hand shaking slightly. Beyond did not look at L, all his attention was focused on the redneck man's throat.

"You fucking bastard," Beyond snarled in his ear. "Hey buddy, come on. What, you gunna kill me now? Just let me go and you and your lover boy can leave," the man perhaps tried to sound confident, but his voice shook. "You're not going anywhere," Beyond growled. In one sweeping motion, Beyond drew the blade across the man's throat. L, no longer held by the man, screamed as the man's blood splattered over his face and shirt. L stared on in horror as the man staggered forward two steps and fell against L. Still screaming, L pushed the heavy man off him and watched as he fell to the floor. "Would you shut the fuck up?" Beyond hissed. All traces of common sense came rushing back into L's being. He realized he was standing with Beyond Birthday, behind a bar in the middle of nowhere, after he had just killed a man. As soon as L noted Beyond's hand reaching into his jean's pocket, he ran.

L didn't get very far; Beyond tackled him and had him on the ground in seconds. Screaming in hope of someone hearing him, L thrashed as hard as he could. Beyond was not as built as the other man, and had a hard time keeping L down. "Aura! Get your ass over here and help me!" Beyond shouted. L must have looked surprised when strange little Auralee sauntered from the corner of the building and held L's arms down while Beyond sat on his legs.

At this point, L was crying. Tears streamed down his cheeks and fell off his chin. When Beyond reached into his pocket again, L was sure he was pulling out a knife. Instead, he held in his hand a syringe. L felt a painful prick on the inside of his elbow and thirty seconds later, he stopped screaming. The tears stopped and L started to feel as though he was no longer in control of his body. He looked up into the star filled sky and the images seemed to swirl, the inky darkness looked like something physical. L tried to reach up and grab some but could not move his arm. Her face was smiling. L saw Auralee looking down on him, her arms on this shoulders. She did not smile in a victorious smile; it was a look of pity. Her eyes seemed to hold an apology. L wanted to tell her it was okay, he wanted to save them from Beyond. L's eyes felt heavy and as they began to close, he heard Beyond laughing.

Kyhahahahaha.

Darkness.

Nothing.