Chapter 6

-The Boy Who Dropped From The Sky-

Everyone could remember the day he appeared. Some say it was magic. Others say he is the devil in disguise. Both parties agreed on one thing. He was not normal.

As time passed, he had grown up into a lanky, tall child with an arched back and long natural black hair. Despite his skinny posture, the kids were afraid of him. Anyone who offended him, who hurt him in any way, always ended up with some injury. They all knew it was him, although he never left physical evidence or witnesses with his victims, so they could never pin it to him.

As he matured, everyone noted that his growing patterns were identical to another boy in the orphanage. Identical I.Q. Identical Height. Identical Facial Features. There was only one thing different. This boy had Shinigami eyes.

He had always had them. He had, had them since he was baby. No, long before that. Since before he was born. This is why he had called himself Beyond Birthday. Because he was different before he was born.

When children or teachers were mean to him, He didn't care. He knew when they were going to die.

There was only one problem:

He was never number one. Only number two. The second. The next best. The Backup. The one you used if number one wasn't there, if the best couldn't make it.

He was Backup. Number two. Like in the alphabet, B was number two. A had been number one. A had been the best. Had been. But it showed that he wasn't the best after all. He couldn't stand the pressure, the expectations. He had begged B to kill him. B had done it. And shouldn't he? It gave him a chance to become number one. The rush he got wasn't like anything else he ever experienced before. He was number one.

He had made himself number one. L was the greatest, of course, but B was the best. He was number one. He was number one.

It had been enough to be the successor to the greatest detective in the world for a while. The rush had lasted a few years. Then he found himself wanting more. It wasn't enough being number one anymore. Now he wanted to be the greatest. At that point, L was beginning to solve cases. It wasn't full time, and he stayed at Wammy's. But still, he solved cases. B wanted to be the best. He wanted to be L.

So, he let his hair grow, he developed a taste for sweet things, and he wore the same as L. He wanted to be as close to be the greatest as he could. He was still number two, even after A died. L was number one, B was Backup. The second best.

He liked jam. Red strawberry jam. He loved the colour. It had the same colour as A's blood. As any blood. And it had the same colour as his eyes. Pure red. People stared as his eyes, but it didn't really bother him. He knew when they were going to die. He knew that they would be punished.

L loved sweet things, so B chose jam. Red, red jam. It reminded B of Blood. B loved blood. He loved the way it oozed out of a dead body. He loved its rich, red colour, He loved how from the taste of the blood he could relish in your victory.

B was satisfied. He was as close to being L as he could. He knew he never could become better than L. L was smarter that him. Unfortunately.

L always looked at him. B knew that he saw the insanity, the wishes in his eyes. He knew that L knew just how long he would go to get what he wanted. And it was far. He killed A, right?

L knew that he killed A. A begged for it, but B would have done it anyway. He made sure there was no evidence. He had dried up the blood. But L still looked at him when he saw A's body. B had to disappear outside to hide his laugh. If you weren't strong enough to handle the pressure, you didn't deserve to be the best.

As they grew older, L solved more cases, he moved out of Wammy's and he became the world's greatest detective. B knew that that spot was taken. He moved out of Wammy's as fast as he could, and planned.

B always wanted to challenge L. He wanted to see if L really was as great as they said. He would see who won. He knew it probably was L, but he didn't really care. If L won, it was that, and then the game was finished. But if B won... He would be satisfied. As Beyond Birthday walked out of the prison with Light Yagami. He knew he would have his chance. Maybe not L but L's successor.

"That Little son of a bitch." He thought to himself. "I am the one worthy of the title of L"