Sorry for the long wait!
But here it is!
8D
I had been quite busy, so sorry.
But still.
--Rem
"Why you brought her here, I will not question." L said, barely giving Near a glance. "However, Roger, Matt, and Mello have been looking for you, I'd return to your main hotel room."
Near stared at L for a moment. "… Yes…" He murmured softly. He was completely flabbergasted by the whole situation. He still hadn't processed in his mind what had happened.
And that was the way Near walked out on Mariko.
~x~
That night was Hell.
That next morning was Hell.
The endless cycle of life was Hell.
Day in, and day out, day in, and day out.
Get up, work, go to bed.
Get up, work, go to bed.
Get up, work, go to bed.
It was tiring.
It was exhausting, and really, the whole cycle should just end soon.
That was the only thought.
End the cycle.
End the cycle.
When she had thought about writing her own name in the Death Note, Ryuk had informed her that under normal circumstances, that was possible.
However, due to the fact that the Shinigami was taking a part of the human's soul and spirit, it was impossible without killing the Shinigami as well.
Therefore, even if she had tried it, it would have had no effect.
She wasn't going to physically harm herself.
She just had to wait for the right person to come along.
What reason did Mariko have left to live?
Zero.
Why did she bother any more?
No reason.
All Mariko had to wait for now is the right person to come around… Someone who didn't care. Someone relatively expendable.
Near was gone.
Wherever he was, he had gone.
Poof.
Disappeared.
Just like that.
The only real friend she could remember.
He was gone.
Poof.
Sayonara.
Adios.
Goodbye.
And that was how she found herself, that fateful day, wandering the streets of LA.
That one, crazy day.
Mariko kicked the rock down the sidewalk.
Stupid rock. It kept bouncing. Couldn't it just stop?
She sighed.
The street was empty.
No one but her.
It was a bit creepy when she considered that fact, but then it didn't really matter. Maybe someone would jump out of nowhere and slit her throat.
She stared at the ground.
And several minutes later, almost bumped into someone.
"Eh- wha?"
Mariko glanced up at the person she had bumped into.
Red eyes.
Messy black hair.
Pale porcelain skin.
Looked just like her.
And above his head… Mariko shivered and almost screamed, but she had to keep her jaw clamped. "B… B…"
BB's hair covered his face so his eyes no longer showed, and a small smirk, teeth exposed.
"So. Hello there." He tipped his head back to expose his eyes, which Mariko found herself absolutely lost in their scarlet glimmer.
"You're…" Words didn't form.
"Kyeh." He laughed slightly. "BB."
"… Yes…" Trembling, Mariko took a step back.
"Mariko… Lawliet? I'd presume so." BB took a step forward as she stepped back, tipping his head to the side slightly and clenching his teeth as he spoke.
"Beyond." Mariko muttered abruptly, teeth clenched in return.
BB blinked at her for a moment.
"My middle name. It's Beyond."
"So you can only see initials."
It looked like a lion stalking prey. Mariko would take a step back. BB would take a step forward.
"I have to go."
Mariko turned around and began walking away. To her relief, there were no footsteps behind her.
Then she stopped.
I hope to never meet you again.
I am not your father.
She winced and slowly reached behind her, into her backpack, grabbed the notebook, and closed her eyes.
Then she turned around, and walked straight up to him, staring him straight in the eyes.
"My name is Mariko Beyond Lawliet."
A pause as Beyond stared at her blankly for several moments.
"Write it down."
Hehe. I just saw the Broadway production of Wicked! It was AWESOME.
I totally loved it.
It's completely awesome.
Sorry for the short chapter, but I have to end it there!
I need to kill you guys into reviewing.
Heehee.
/Giggle/
Anyway, I LOVED Wicked.
It's absolutely awesome.
So… yeah.
Totally rocked.
It was the Broadway one.
Yeah, the one with the ads posted everywhere.
It was amazing!
So… Yeah, again.
Great job!
--Rem