Beyond walked silently down the sidewalk, ignoring the pedestrians around him. He groaned in frustration as he pushed his hair back. Damn L, he thought. He had no fucking right to force that information outta me, none at all. Especially not in front of everybody else. A booming sound came from the sky as Beyond felt raindrops start to fall.

"Well, this isn't my day," he muttered, not bothering to shield himself from the rain. "Fuuuuuck. Now everyone's gonna treat me differently. Oh, I'm sure they'll try not to. Pretend everything is just peachy! Their attitudes may not change, but you can tell in their eyes. Yes, those will be full of pity and all that other crap…"

"It's allllll L's fauultt…"

Beyond looked up and raised an eyebrow. What the hell was that? He thought. Probably just a sudden thought. Or…is it maybe…? Beyond immediately shook the thought away. No, that's stupid. Letting anger increase your paranoia? Relax, all right? Just relax… "Juuuusssst…relaaaaaxx…"

Bliss washed over him as his breathing started to steady. He had stopped walking and stood there, alone and calm. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. "Betteeer?" came the voices he had not heard since his imprisonment. "Yes," Beyond whispered, feeling nothing negative towards them. The voices cackled.

"Itttt'ss been sooooo long, Beyoooond. We were starrrtiing to think that you forgooot about ussss," they said. Beyond slightly opened his eyes, staring at the rain drops that rapidly hit the sidewalk. "A foolish thing to think. I could never forget," he said quietly.

"Henh henh henh, exxceleennt…" they hissed. "Youuu haave youur poockett knife with you, correcctttt?" Beyond reached into his pocket and got it out. He always had it on him. Just in case. "Gooooood," the voices said. "Do you remembeeer how you'd releeeaaaase your angeeeeer?" Beyond stared at the blade of his pocket knife. He remembered, of course, only too well.

"Yes," he said. There were many people he had released his anger on, so much harm caused by the small knife. Beyond closed his eyes, taking in another deep breath—and plunged the blade into the palm of his other hand.

The voices screeched and wailed inside his head. "Youuuu little…!" they yelled in a restrained tone. Beyond, though in extreme pain, smirked triumphantly. "You and I share the same feelings, including—no, especially pain. And it just so happens that you guys are the most sensitive against it," he said.

"Grrrrrr….youuu caaan't keep ruuunning from ussss—" Beyond bit on his lip and dug the blade further in, making their screams louder. Soon, they finally began to cease. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, he let his knees give in. Staring at a rain puddle that had formed in front of him, he saw his eyes go from an illuminating red back to its normal obsidian color.

His blood, now flowing rapidly from his wound, mixed in with the water around him. "Has it really been that long since I've taken someone's life…?" Beyond asked himself, regretting that he was starting to sound like a helpless child.

He had almost forgotten about those wretched voices. The only time he would hear them was when they wanted him to kill… and he sure as hell would try his best to ignore them. They're probably the reason I've been considering murder lately, he thought. They also probably sent that damned flashback I had back at the old house. That'd explain why it seemed so real…

He put the pocket knife back in his pocket and stood up. He started to feel a bit light-headed due to the loss of blood and grabbed hold of telephone poke to balance himself. He started to feel sick to his stomach and started to take huge breaths.

Can't react here, he thought. Wait until you get back home, where no one can disturb you. Then you can freak out all you want, all right B? He got out the knife once more, staring at it carefully, and threw it away. Just to avoid the temptation, he thought, and walked off.

Light was typing on his computer and looking at the worried expression on L's face. "What's wrong Ryuzaki?" questioned Light.

"Nothing Yagami-kun. Anything new?"

"Just the same erratic kill—what the hell?" Light suddenly said. L looked up in alarm. "What is it?" he asked. "That house that we just went to, Beyond's old place. It looks like there were 2 more murders," Light announced. "So soon?" L asked in disbelief. Light nodded. "Look here. Says that two college going students, both male, were found dead, mostly likely after arriving in the house to hide from someone they pulled a prank on."

L bit on his thumbnail. "That means that the murderer, most likely the same one, had either just arrived at the house after you left, or the murderer was there the whole time…" he theorized. "Impossible. We would have noticed if someone was there," Light said. "Not quite true," L began. "If I remember correctly, only one room on the side of the hall Beyond was supposed to investigate had been checked before he became unconscious, leaving the rest of them as easy hiding places."

Light knew the detective had a point. They had all left when Near had found Beyond. If the murderer was there hiding, he or she wouldn't have had to hide for long. "I see…So what are we gonna work on first? Finding out who the killer is, or how we can help Beyond?" he asked. L frowned. "I don't think he wants us to do anything about it. The past is the past. Give him some time and he'll get over it," he said.

Light sighed. "All right," he said. He still couldn't get over Beyond's horrid childhood. It was hard for him to believe that someone who acted like Beyond did would have a childhood like that. He knew he had to force it out of his mind, though. As Beyond had said, he didn't want to be pitied. Still…

"Did the others leave?" L asked. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Most of them went home," Light answered. L noticed Light's distraction. "Just forget about it, Light-kun. That's what he wants," he advised. Light looked at L, frowning. "You can't, can you?" he asked.

L didn't say anything. He didn't like it that he didn't know this about Beyond after all of the years they knew each other. Maybe he could've helped, or done something at least. But what was there to do? Nothing, he supposed. "Don't let this new murder case distract you from the Kira Case, Light," he said, deliberately changing the subject. "…Don't worry. I won't," Light replied, feeling that it was best just to go with it instead of making L feel more disturbed.