Author's Note: THIS IS A FLASH-BACK, GIVING SOME BACKGROUND INFORMATION ON HOW BB and L BECAME INVOLVED IN THE YAKUZA UNDERWORLD. I really felt inspired to do this, so if it is not well-received, that's okay at least my conscience will be clear that I wrote out my ideas. I think the background of characters are important, and even if this is extremely far-fetched, let's face it: the whole story is! I was struggling with whether to make this a one-shot/side story to The Lost Ones, but I couldn't help myself I think I can make it work in this story, so here it is! :D So everyone doesn't get confused, this series of "flashbacks" will be labeled Beyond Blood part 1, Beyond Blood part 2, etc. Please enjoy and tell me what you think! I promise we will get back to the original storyline, but this is kind of a step into their psyches. (I'm thinking of doing this with mattxmello, Ryuk, and Near, so please let me know what you think.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Obviously.
Musical Inspiration: Disturbed "Down With the Sickness" [change "mommy" to "daddy" and you will understand why it inspired me…]
WARNING: VIOLENCE, ABUSE, AND RAPE AHEAD INVOLVING CHILDREN.
Beyond Blood part one.
L cowered in the corner of the living room, his arms hugging his knees as he rocked back and forth, trying to control his breathing.
Blood. Blood everywhere.
He had never seen blood before: had never even scraped his knee on the sidewalk. He was panting for air, trying to reason, even at such a young age. He had just celebrated his sixth birthday days ago, the colorful balloons his mother had bought just now beginning to sag next to the tv.
It had been a wonderful party despite the fact the young genius had no friends. He had attended preschool and kindergarten, but only for a few weeks. His mind far too developed, the teachers pressed Lawliet's mother to put him into a school for the gifted. He had learned to read at such a young age he could already speak and read several languages fluently: he had been labeled a prodigy by adults and was a freak to kids.
Such a young age, and already L had a grasp for humanity. He was mature beyond his years, although he could never placate his cravings for sweets. They were his one weakness…no, he had two weaknesses. The second was the love for his mother and younger half-brother, which was a love that seemed beyond all reason.
L knew his mother had loved him and had tried to protect him, and L would die in an instant for his half-brother, the younger freak. He was just as gifted, just as talented, but where L was awkward in human company, BB seemed even more so. He avoided human interaction at all cost: he was extremely introverted and only communicated with their family. BB was especially close to L, clinging to him at night when the thunder scared him or after school when he was crying about his fellow classmates. They had only a year difference between them, yet L felt as if he were almost a father to BB, as BB's father was not one to be labeled so.
In fact, BB's father (L's stepfather), stood not far from him now, just getting up off of his wife's bloody body. Albert Birthday's eyes were cold, not crazed: he had just killed his wife, their mother, in cold blood.
And L had witnessed it.
"You little fucker," his stepfather slurred, stumbling away from his wife's lifeless body, "you little bastard…"
L knew he was shaking uncontrollably now, his arms gripping his sides, tears streaming down his face, his shirt and neck splattered with precious drops of his mother's blood.
"You are just as worthless as her," his stepfather cackled, making his way towards L's small frame, "a little worthless shit with a cock-sucking whore of a mother."
L screamed as his stepfather's hands fell on him, making L realize monsters could live under the same roof, that they could pretend to love and care for you like all the other lies L had wanted to believe.
"You killed your mother," he breathed, the alcohol on his breath making L's stomach turn, "she's dead because of you and your worthless son-of-a-bitch father. Poor baby, poor helpless Lawliet…"
"NO!" L screamed and kicked and clawed, trying to get away from the evil man and his rank breath, "NOOOO!"
"You have her eyes, and her skin!" he said, restraining L's legs as he tore at the boy's pants, "but you are a demon from the bottomless pits of hell…"
L continued to scream in choking sobs, crying for his dead mother, for anyone, to help him, "Please, no! Stop it!"
L saw white flashes of light as his stepfather's fist connected with his jaw, then his temple. L stopped struggling, stunned from the pain.
"You little slut," he breathed, penetrating L with two of his fingers, "looking at me with those big innocent eyes, trying to make me lose my mind…you little whore, you little slut…"
"NOOOO!" L screamed again, his lower body in fiery pain as his stepfather continued to do the unthinkable.
"Shhhh," he cooed, putting his hand over L's bleeding mouth, "Don't wake your little brother now…"
In the next moment, L was sure he had been catapulted out of his body, the pain unbearable, the act unthinkable. His tears flowed relentlessly as he realized what his father was doing to him, how he was dirtying him. His stepfather's cock was inside of him now, blood beginning to slick L's young virgin entrance.
L bit the hand that was over his mouth several times, earning slaps and punches that left him dazed, but it was not enough pain to deflect the pain being done to his lower body. His chest, stomach, ass, and legs were in so much pain L couldn't imagine living a moment longer.
Finally, his stepfather rolled off of him, a large hand wrapped around L's slender bruising throat, "You killed your mother, Lawliet. Remember it."
2 Years Later
"Lawlipop!" BB yelled happily, running into his brother's arms.
L wrapped his arms protectively around his younger brother, refusing to let go for several minutes. L took in BB's scent: yes, still the same. Strawberry.
BB had been gone for so long, but he was back now. The prestigious overseas trip had been nearly six months, but L could not deny his little brother anything. He was a genius, after all, and the experience he had gained abroad had benefited him greatly.
And, more importantly, BB had been away from a father that L would sooner see dead.
His mother's murder was forever on his mind, but his stepfather was a cunning man, a man with connections that Lawliet could not fathom. Everything had been covered up, everything. There had not even been a body to find, and Lawliet still did not know what they had done with her, only that his stepfather had reported her missing three days later, a proper amount of time to file a missing person's report. As far as the public was concerned, she was a runaway, a young British woman who was unfit to handle the domesticity of a salary-man and two sons.
But Lawliet knew better. As for BB, he had been in shock at first and had cried for days, even weeks after the news of her "missing", but Lawliet had done his best to quell his little brother's fears: after all, she was dead because of him. It would forever remain a secret, wouldn't it? Albert Birthday was getting away with atrocities that had L living in a world that was worse than any hell L could conceive.
But not his BB. No. BB would always have the best, no matter what. L would see to it. One day he would have his revenge, and until then, he would do everything in his power to keep his only blood safe.
"How was Japan?" L asked, taking his little brother's hand and leading him into the kitchen.
"Beautiful," BB replied, getting a jar of strawberry jam out of the cupboard and attacking an unopened package of bread, "I want to live there someday. Will you take me there, Lawlipop?"
"Of course," L said, helping his brother slather the jam onto a few slices of bread, "Wherever you want to go Beyond, I will take you."
BB smiled, a big smile that made Lawliet's heart swell. It was so rare to see his brother happy and healthy, and this abroad program had obviously done him some good.
"I want to see the world, Lawli," BB said, his beautiful ruby eyes set on his storm grey ones, "Italy, France, Germany, America…take me everywhere."
"I will," L promised, knowing one day he would, "I swear it, Beyond. Someday I will."
***
BB had been back for several weeks, giving L a sense of peace he had not had in a long time. It had been such a long absence and it seemed breathing had become easier just having his "twin" back.
L wrapped an arm protectively around him as he slept. It was a ritual: they always slept together when it rained or stormed. Tonight's thunder was particularly bad and had driven BB to his bed almost immediately, and L had finally managed to soothe BB into sleep.
So L continued to lay there, wide-awake, content to listen to BB's breathing. L was not much for sleep, not anymore. His fits of insomnia came and went, but he would not allow the world or his stepfather to see him weak. He was done being weak: if he was to be a doll, so be it, but he would be a mindless robot that would protect BB to his last breath.
L listened to the wood floorboards creak in the hallway as footsteps approached. His heart quickened, his veins pumping adrenaline.
"No," L whispered, hiding his face in his brother's oblivious neck, "no, no, not with BB…"
The door creaked open slowly, L's heart falling into his stomach as he tried to feign sleep. Surely his stepfather wouldn't, couldn't; not with his son here, his darling BB.
No, surely not.
But L was wrong, no matter the numbers and statistics in his head, no matter the reasoning and the odds. He felt his stepfather's hand grip his arm, effectively pulling him out of the bed.
"Shhhh," he cautioned, trying to haul L out of the room without waking BB, "Daddy wants to play with you…"
Panic and bile rose inside Lawliet, even though he knew the consequences of his actions. He couldn't help it, couldn't stop it. His body reacted, his scream ripping through the house as the thunder continued to crash outside, "NOOOO!"
Lawliet felt himself being flung like a ragdoll down the hallway, dangerously near the stairs; his momentum could have carried him over the edge, sending him down with perhaps a few broken bones. He tried to look up in time, but his stepfather was already on him, his hands around his neck, "No, please, I'm sorry…"
"You little cunt," he breathed, his breath not tinged with booze, but his eyes were glazed over, a drug L knew his twisted stepfather had recently been relying on, "I guess only my cock makes that mouth quiet."
L fought for breath, wheezing as his stepfather continued to abuse his neck, "Please, no, not here…don't…BB…please…"
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
L cringed at the innocent question, an innocent question from an equally innocent seven-year-old BB.
Albert pulled away from Lawliet, a big grin on his face, "Just a game, Beyond. A little game."
BB's crimson eyes flashed in the light from the storm pulling through the windows, the teddy bear in his left hand nearly dragging on the floor, "A game?"
Albert laughed again, his voice tinged with madness, "Lawliet loves this game! So go back to bed while we play, okay?"
L sat up, rubbing the side of his neck, pleading with BB silently with his eyes, "BB, I'm okay, baby. Just go back to bed."
BB's eyes fell on his father's, his face stoic as his mouth fought to form words, "You…hurt….my…Lawli."
L felt a shiver go down his spine: the only thing on his mind was that Albert was out of his mind right now on drugs that made his mood swings spectacular. He prayed silently to the god he didn't believe in to keep violence from his little brother.
Albert cackled, holding his stomach as he laughed, as if this were the funniest thing in the world.
"Lawli," BB said, tears in his eyes, "the bruises, the cuts…him?"
"Now now, Beyond," Albert said, standing up and moving towards his son, "Daddy doesn't like it when you connect the dots!"
"BB, run!" L screamed, hurtling himself at his stepfather. Thankfully, he stumbled to the side, not managing to get his hands on BB, "Run, Beyond! Now!"
BB obeyed, taking off down the stairs as another peel of thunder rattled the house. L felt blood in his mouth as his stepfather's fist connected with his jaw, making him fall back against the stairs, rolling down onto the halfway landing. L tried to keep his wits about him, crawling the rest of the way down the stairs as the angry footfalls sounded behind him.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Takuma screeched, grabbing at L's tawny hair, "I'm gonna rip you apart and feed you to dogs…"
L felt a scream rip from his throat as he felt his left arm was twisted back, a loud popping noise making him scream in agony as his arm was dislocated from his shoulder.
L's eyes widened in tear-streaked terror as he saw Beyond's flashing blood-red eyes, as he saw the young boy running towards them, wielding a large knife from the kitchen.
Another blood-curdling scream ripped from L's lips, "NOOOOOOOOO!"
So…what do you think? There is a reason I picked the ages I did; consider it another game. As for the "stepfather", I obviously had to create him, and I thought Albert was a great British name (sorry). And, I thought it would be fun to mess with the concept of A, because I know he is mentioned many times in The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases and in L: Change the WorLd. So…that's the only reason I have for that…obviously it's my own spin on the character.
A lollipop to whoever figures out why I used the numbers/ages 6 and 7.