Beyond had done something.

Plan B, to be exact.

Beyond had known immediately that he wouldn't be able to ambush them from the outside. Bringing guards. . . clever, very clever, L. He grinned. But you always forget the most important parts. . .

xxx

"Right here," Light tapped the spot on his skin where a piece of synthetic flesh had been stitched over his arm. "That's where the scrap is."

Beyond twirled the scalpel in his hand. "You're sure there's enough room?"

"It's small," Light confessed. "But just large enough to be held. Therefore, we could probably fit a name and actions on either side."

"I'm still having trouble believing this," Beyond grumbled as he began cutting away at the stitching. Light grit his teeth but said nothing. "But, then again, there's a lot of things that can't be explained in this world."

He pulled at the final stitch and Light carefully slid the paper out. It was folded into a small square, which he tore a corner off of, shoving it back under the false skin. "I still need it to keep my memories," he reminded Beyond, who shrugged and began stitching the incision back up.

"I'll take this," he said, tucking the scrap of paper into the waistband of his boxers. "We'll need it if anything goes wrong."

xxx

Beyond grinned, clenching the paper tightly in his fist. Just enough room left for one more name. . . two, if I squeeze it. He grinned wickedly.

Titus Morris, bullet wound. Goes to a secluded orphanage on the outskirts of Winchester, England, at 6:05 on Friday, December 16, 2004, bringing a gun loaded with ten bullets. Breaks into the orphanage with force and fires three random shots. Hits two orphans, injuring them, but not fatally. Screams for L to come out and answer to the wrath of the people. Shoots the orphanage director in the leg and threatens to shoot all the children. Dies from a bullet wound in the head.

He slid down the side of the building, running back to his tree. How convenient, he thought.

xxx

L ran down the stairs, yanking his gun out from his concealed holster. "Security breach in the main hall?" he confirmed.

"Some crazy broke in, screaming about how L needs to answer to the people." Rester quickly loaded his rifle, holding it out in front of him. "Fired a couple of random shots."

"Anybody hurt?" L rounded a corner, pounding down the stairs.

"Hit two children, but they'll live – Xavier and Near." Rester's voice sounded slightly panicked, but L dismissed this.

The two men crept over to glance into the living room, where the infiltrator stood, pointing a gun at a group of frightened children. L quickly spotted Near, a red stain spreading on his shoulder, shivering and being held by Matt and Mello, who looked ready to murder somebody.

"Get in here, L!" the man screeched, eyes wild. "Answer to the people! Give us back our lord Kira!" he waved his gun. "Show yourself, or the kids get it!" L saw foam leaking out of his mouth as he cackled wildly, pulling the trigger and hitting Roger in the leg. The old man shouted in pain, falling back against a bookcase, grabbing the injured appendage, groaning.

"Shut it!" silence fell, save for Roger's panting. L carefully turned off his safety. The click resounded through the silent building. The man turned. "What – " his eyes widened.

L leapt out from his hiding space, skillfully kicking the attacker in the chest, sending him sprawling. The man fell to the ground, screeching and waving his gun wildly. L twisted his wrist and the man wailed in pain, dropping the weapon. L straddled the man and cocked his gun to his head.

The man's eyes widened. "Wait!" he yelled, looking panicked and confused. "I don't know why I'm here! I didn't mean – " he was cut short as L pulled the trigger.

The children screamed as there was a bang and sounds of the man's skull cracking. Blood splattered all over the room and L. He stood up, tucking the gun back in his holster. "Rester," he commanded the stunned man. "Please dispose of the body. Have Lidner come down here and help. Watari," he told the old man who sat in the corner, holding the injured and quietly crying Xavier. "Please tend to Xavier and Roger. Children, please go back to your rooms, and don't come down until we inform you otherwise." the children all filed out of the room, sobbing quietly, a few looking stunned, others looking horrified or disgusted.

L knelt by Near, yanking his face cover off. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Near shot him an exasperated look. "Yes, L, I'm tip-top. Please ignore the bullet in my shoulder and tell me about the weather."

"Good, you're still coherent." Near spluttered as L squinted at the wound. "Looks like it grazed you. . . the bullet's not in there, right?"

Near shook his head, and Matt pointed at the wall, where the nine-millimeter was imbedded. L picked Near up, careful not to jolt his shoulder.

"You should've let me at him!" Mello said, punching his palm angrily. "That jerk – only I'm allowed to treat Near like that!"

"I don't think that came out exactly as you wanted it too," Matt grumbled as they entered the infirmary. Xavier and Roger weren't there yet – most likely still in surgery. L set Near on one of the cots and opened up a first-aid kit.

"Did any of you recognize the man?" L asked, helping Near shrug off his bloodstained shirt.

"No," Matt said as L carefully dabbed at the injury. Near winced but didn't move. "Just some random dude, burst in like he was possessed, or something."

L faltered in threading surgical thread through a needle. Possessed. . .