Disclaimer: I do not own the Death Note Series or any of the characters portrayed in this piece. However, I do RP (Roleplay) as L Lawliet and decided to share this wonderful story with you all. The person portraying Beyond Birthday is not myself, but a friend of mine who RP's as this character. All credit on Beyond Birthday Chapters are to that individual. Please read and review, to let us know what you think.

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- This is a POV (Point of View) based story.
- Bold Font in Dialogue (For Beyond Birthday) is associated to the Shinigami attached to him.
- References to A are all created by a third party. He was given the name Accurate.

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CASE FILE: BEYOND THE LIMIT

Log #7: BEYOND BIRTHDAY - WAITING_

If one were to be sitting in the living room of the apartment, listening to the commotion down the hall, they would think someone was being attacked and drowned. The two voices were loud and one was clearly trying to fight the other off. The water could be heard splashing around, coating whatever it touched. The various soaps and shampoos were crashing into the water and the floor, making the commotion even louder. It would have been very clear to anyone watching or listening in that one of those voices needed help. But, oh, if they were to open that door, they would be in for one hell of a surprise.

"If you would just hold fucking still, I could help you!" The Shinigami said with shampoo in his hands. All he was trying to do was help get the blood out of the boy's hair. And that little bastard was struggling more than he should have been.

"I can do it myself! I don't need you!" Beyond growled, putting his hands on the creature's chest and trying to shove him back.

"You'd like Accurate wash your hair! Why am I not allowed?"

"Oh, as if the answer isn't obvious!"

The Shinigami glared down at the human in the tub and took to the air, floating above the tub. He glared down at him with an evil glint in his eyes and a sickening smirk.

"I didn't want to have to do this, but . . ." The Shinigami trailed off, hiding himself behind his wings. Beyond just knew what he was going to do. That was something he would rather not witness.

"All right! All right! I'll let you bathe me, geez!" The boy whined, crossing his arms over his chest. With a purr, the Shinigami landed back just outside the tub and started to wash the long, blood coated locks of the boy's hair. For the most part while the bath was going on, they remained silent. Just as before, it was taking several tries to get all the blood out of the boy's hair.

"Do you think he remembers me?" It seemed like an odd question to ask at such a time, but the silence was deafening.

"I don't know. I suppose he does. Why wouldn't he? You two were at each other's throats every time he came by for his various visits."

"But I died. They had to have told him. I was his one mistake . . ." Beyond trailed off then, smiling some. "His one mistake. If that didn't put a stain on his perfect record, I don't know what will."

"Well, wouldn't Accurate's death counts towards that, too?"

"I don't want to talk anymore."

Silence filled the bathroom once again. The boy closed his eyes and sighed, remembering that night.

It had been just another normal night with an exam in the morning. Accurate was studying as per usual and Beyond was just . . . laying there in the floor. He wasn't much for studying and school work. He was just as smart as his friend, but he chose not to show it. Second in line or not, he didn't really want to be there. Finally, the silence was becoming too much for him. He rolled over to look up at his friend, opening his mouth to ask him something when he caught movement. He looked up just a little bit and noticing something odd. Why was Accurate's death day changing? By the time he realized what was going on, it was far too late. He watched in horror as the male pulled a knife out of nowhere and slit his own throat. Both boys were covered in blood, but one was dead while the other was very much alive. They were found that morning after they'd both missed the exams. Everyone thought Beyond had done it, of course. Even L had thought it, he was sure. It was then Beyond decided what he had to do. It was a little after that that he ran away and this whole mess . . . Began.

"All right, all finished. You can get out and get dressed now." The Shinigami's voice rang out through the air, dragging him away from his thoughts. He got out and dried off, slipping back down the hall to his bedroom. Once more he slipped into boxers first, then jeans and debated what shirt to wear. He decided on white this time. He was having a moment. Afterwards, he walked back down the hall and made his way into the living room. He was tired and needed to sleep.

"Wake me up when the news comes on." He said flatly, laying down on the couch. The moment he closed his eyes, he was dead to the world. Funny, hadn't he literally been that way once?

It didn't take long for the Shinigami to notice how cute he looked when he was asleep. He got him a pillow and a blanket, made sure the boy was comfortable and did what he'd been asked. He channel surfed at first, casually eating the jar of jam he'd gone to get. There wasn't anything on tv worth watching this late. Or was it early? It was hard to tell with the hours those two kept. He yawned about the time the first rays of sunlight made their way into the window. He changed the channel over to that of the news station and woke the boy up.

"Look at that, I think you're finally getting your credit." He mused offhandedly. He glanced sidewise to see the genuine smile on the human's face.

"Now! If only L will say something . . . Or Kira. Preferably Kira. Fuck L. I can deal with him after I show my dominance."

"Did you have a dream like that once? The fucking L bit, I mean." The pillow collided with the side of his head and he couldn't help but laugh at how the boy reacted to that particular memory. They watched the report for a while longer before switching it off. Beyond had to clean all his precious little toys before they went out again. As much as he would like to properly space these killings out, he had Kira to compete with. He started chewing on his lip as he busied himself with cleaning. What if he couldn't keep up? People died every day, yes. But what if he couldn't find one? What if he had to delay the game because he couldn't find a target? He rolled his eyes, pushing that thought out of his mind. He would win, of that he would make sure.


Later that evening, Beyond was once more on the couch. He rarely left the house unless he needed to be social. He made it a habit of avoiding being social. He was currently eating a bowl of sugary cereal upside down. There was nothing on tv and the only thing that didn't irritate him was cartoons. Those were all reruns and he needed something to do. He sighed and settled for the news. At least it was something to watch. He kept his eyes closed and just listened until a particularly interesting piece of information was said that made him open his eyes. Kira had replied!

"Oh, really? That's the best he could come up with as a response? 'God is watching you'?" he laughed then, shaking his head. "This is rich, man. What does Kira think he is?"

"A God obviously. Aren't you paying attention?" The bowl narrowly missed the Shinigami's head in the boy's annoyance.

"This is good though. I think we should respond another night. Like tomorrow? Or maybe in a couple days. I want to go out into the town, surround myself with people. Find the perfect place and the perfect victim to set up a grand reply!"

"We can do that tomorrow if you wanted. You have a clear social schedule." The Shinigami mused to him again, watching the little cogs turn in the human's head. What did he have planned, he wondered?

"And so it begins, Kira. And so it begins."

Log #7: END_