EDIT: Yayyyyy... last chappie ish fixed X3

A/N: DOUBLE-UPDATE! BOO-YAH! This is my 3rd chappie in 2 days, I think :3

IS THAT-? COULD IT BE-? IT'S THE PLOT! :O Finally! BB's up to his tricks! :D

I need to complain though... IT IS EXTREMELY HARD TO WRITE LITTLE KID MELLO. Why? Because you're all like 'well he's 5 years old he's gonna be cute & innocent &- WAIT WTF THAT'S NOT MELLO AT ALL DDDX'

'Tis frustratin'.

~
I watched the lying
Turn into hiding,
With scars on both his lips,
His fingertips
Were melted to the bone
~

Several months later, Beyond glared boredly out the window, busy not-listening to L's lecture.

"B, you can't just break Near's robots like that. He's just a little kid; he didn't know he was interrupting your studies."

Studies my ass…I was looking for something fun to do, thought Beyond, though he didn't say so aloud. He had been bored as of late; life at Wammy's was utterly without excitement, just the same thing over and over; study and learn, solve completely unchallenging "puzzles" and made-up cases. It was boring, and the ten year old boy was restless. He had thought many times about running away, but one thing kept him here; his worry for Ash. Only five months until her death date, and he still wanted to be there to protect her then. He had asked her to run away with him, but she had refused, stating that she liked it here. I don't know how she, or anyone else here, can stand this… How could everyone else seem so content with this life, always stuck on repeat?

Looking up at his mentor, he was suddenly through with hearing his voice. He got up while L was still mid-sentence, and left the room, heading up the stairs to his room, which he now shared with a terribly annoying boy and his wide collection of robots, Lego's, dice, and other toys.

The boy was sitting there, making whooshing sounds and pretending to make a robot fly. Beyond rolled his eyes and sat on his bed, pulling the knife he had hid under his bed out and admiring its sharpness. Quietly, he pricked his finger, grinning and smiling as slowly blood dripped from the shallow wound. Careful to not draw the attention of Near, he painted his face with it, making himself look like a younger but bleeding L.

Yes, even as little as he liked L now, he still dressed like him and shared his mannerisms. It had become habit, and it was fun to pretend to be a bleeding image of his mentor.

B was grinning profusely when he heard a knock on the door. Near ran to go get it, and Beyond frantically washed off his face and covered up his still bleeding finger.

"Get outta the way, stupid," came a voice from the doorway. It was slightly hostile, but there was no true hate. Near dismissed the words but backed off, going back to his robots as if nothing had happened, and a boy dressed in all black walked into the room. He was roughly a year and a half older than Near, and had shoulder-length, blond, almost orangeish hair, blue eyes. He was about five, half the age of Beyond, but he looked up to the older boy and followed him around whenever he could. But he wasn't at all annoying. No, the boy was actually a good companion, even though he was so much younger.

"Hey Mello," B grinned.

"Hey B!" Mello said, almost happily. He glanced at the hand Beyond was hiding behind his back. "Whatcha doin'?" he asked.

Beyond grinned even wider, showing Mello the knife, careful to keep it hidden from Near. He didn't mind telling Mello; he would never tell anyone, and he seemed to be fascinated by the sharp objects B hid at times.

Mello's eyes widened with curiosity, and the young boy reached out his hand in question, reaching for the knife. In response, Beyond smirked & handed Mello the weapon.

"Careful; it's sharp," he sneered, voice still hushed.

"Where did you get it?" the blond whispered.

"The kitchen, where else would this damn place have knives?" B responded, as if it was obvious. Which, it kinda was, but at the same time, it wasn't. The blond boy stared in awe, admiring the reflection of light on the sharp blade.

"Whattayou gonna do with it?"

"I don't know. Nothing yet, but I'm coming up with a plan."

"Can I come?" asked the blond immediately, eager to come on whatever adventure this would turn into.

"Maybe," said Beyond, not sure if it was a good idea for the five year old to come on this 'adventure' or not.

Mello was about to press, but Beyond interrupted before he could say anything. As Near got up and left the room, presumably to ask Roger for more Legos, B pulled a small box, about only an inch by inch in size, from out from under his pillow. Flipping open the lid, he pulled out a small stick with a red tip. "Want to see something cool?"

The young Mello nodded, eyes wide once again. Beyond struck the match against the top of the box and held it out in front of him, eyes glowing like the fire that had appeared from seemingly out of nowhere. Mello gasped, but didn't reach for the match. Within a few seconds, the faint light went out, and B stuffed the matchbox back under his pillow.

"Pretty, ain't it?" B sneered, glancing away from the wide-eyed blond for a second to check the door. Quieter now, he whispered; "I'm sneaking out tonight. I'll be back, but don't tell anyone. Got it?"

The five year old nodded in understanding, but didn't say a word. Quietly, B ushered him out the door. It was almost curfew, and after that no one would be out in the halls. It would be easy to sneak out.