CHAPTER 11
BANG!
B. BIRTHDAY'S POV
Okay . . . this was extremely awkward.
So after the whole 'I'm Braking Birthday' thing, L let me out almost immediately. So after being offered new cloths and a shower (that I had refused, thrashing round like a crazy weirdo until they finally just let me lick myself clean) I was handcuffed and thrown into a car with Naomi Misora. So I repeat myself. This was awkward.
I mean, what are you supposed to say to the woman responsible for having you behind bars for, God knows how long! Not to mention the weird stares I could feel from her threw the review mirror.
"So," she began. "Your name is Birthday."
"Yep," I lied, making a popping sound at the 'p'.
"Braking Birthday?"
"Yeah. I go by a few names when it comes to that. Braking, Breaking, Brake, Broken. You know, stuff like that. I don't really care; just whatever you do don't put a Happy for my first name. That just pisses me off."
"Happy Birthday?" I threw her a dangerous look. That was not funny. "Alright, sorry."
"For what, calling me something I hate, or shoving me in prison for a few months?" She could sense the snarl in my voice, and she sighed.
"You should understand why I did that, Birthday."
I paused for a second, not quite sure how to respond, because I did know why she did it, I was just too stubborn to let her off the hook and get over it. "Whatever."
"Birthday?"
"What?"
"Are you related to Beyond Birthday?" Okay, here we go.
"Yeah."
"How?" I shrugged. "How?" she growled this time. She was not about to let me go without answering, I already knew that.
"I don't know."
"Then how do you know you're related to him?"
"I just do."
"Answer the question."
"I'm not going to answer something you won't understand! You can't!"
Everything was silent, but it wouldn't be for long. While cleaning myself I came up with a plan on what to say when in this situation. You see, it would only make sense what I was about to say next, because the information I was about to give would only make sense if my story was true. No one would guess I was from another world were everything here was fictional, so no one could doubt me.
"I know . . . because I have seen his face before." She stared at me, waiting for me to continue my fake story. "I was in LA, America at the time, just last year, and I just knew he had to be related to me somehow."
"What made you think that?"
I smirked at her, my eyes half closed. "Don't you ever wonder why my eyes are so red? Don't you want to know how I was able to say your name without you giving it to me?" Yeah, I had her hooked now; her widened eyes and departed lips gave that much away. She tightened her grip on the steering weal, now looking determined.
"Yes, I have wondered that." I snickered and looked back out the window. "Are you going to enlighten me?"
"Maybe. But only after you answer something for me." She said nothing, and I took that as an invitation to ask my question.
What should I ask her? Something I don't already know. I hate her so much right now that I just want to do something to cut her, and deeply. . . But not too deeply, because that would be mean.
I looked back at her, serious and expressionless. "What would you have called your kids?" Her calm face showed a small flicker of emotion for a second. She looked a little surprised and hurt. "You know, before you fiancée was killed."
". . . H-how did you know that?"
"I was there when he died. I assumed Mafia-cop guy would have told you that, and I stand by my words, he was cool. So what would you have named his children?" I heard her gulp.
"I hadn't thought that far ahead."
"Ha! I bet you regret that move now, don't ya? I bet the poor guy had it all planned out before he even took out the ring, and you just sat back and humoured him."
The moment that one fell from my lips I regretted it, because the look in her eyes told me that is exactly what she had done, and obviously wished she could completely relive her life with him. Maybe she would have made a stand in the relationship, become just as involved in it as he was. Though she was clearly happy with him, it was obvious she was not as passionate about their feature as he had been.
"Sorry," I mumbled, ducking my head, my ears falling down with it. "But can you really blame me for being a little mad at you?" I lifted my hand, showed her my index finger and thumb inches away from touching each other, challenging her with my frown, then dropped my hand again. "You were the one that got both me and my brother locked up you know."
"How do you know he is your brother?"
Okay, so we were back on topic. I looked away, still frowning. I wasn't sure whether I should tell her or not. Beyond never told anyone about his eyes, so why should I?
"RP." Okay, where did that come from?
"What?"
". . . If my fiancée was still here, I would have called our child RP." Oh. RP. RP? Why RP of all names? I would have gone for a strange name too, but the everyday person would have chosen one more common, like Dave, Jenny, Jake or something like that. Then it clicked. RP. R for Ray, P for Penber. My face softened, but my frown did not go away. I pretty much had to reply to that one.
"The reason I have red eyes, and how I know a person's name without being told, is because I think my eyes are one of a Shinigami." I glanced up at her to check whether she believed me or not, but all I could guess was that she did not see that one coming.
"Th-the eyes of a what?" I smirked playfully.
"A Shinigami. You know, a God of death? Their a God that kills people—"
"I know what they are! What I mean is what makes you think you have Shinigami eyes?"
I shrugged, my smirk fading a bit. "I don't know I have them, I'm only guessing." It was her turn to frown as she firmly glared at the road.
"Shinigami eyes," she murmured to herself. "Just like the second Kira."
"You shouldn't talk to yourself," I told her. "People will start thinking you're crazy, and that won't work to your advantage if you want your insanity to remain secret."
"Well . . . what exactly do these Shinigami eyes do?"
"Oh, only a few things. If I am to look at anyone's face then I can see their full name."
"So that's how the second Kira is able to kill with only a face, because they can see the person's name with that alone." I shrugged again, pretending not to know who she's talking about, because I wasn't supposed to know anything about Misa yet.
"I guess."
"What else can they do? How many things can they do?"
"Oh, only one other thing."
". . . And that is?" I sat back a bit looking out the window as if it wasn't a big deal.
"I can see the remaining days of a person's life, nothing special." I heard a gasp and the car swerved a little, making me gasp too. "Geese, Misora! Are you even licensed?! I could drive better then you, and I have my hands cuffed!"
"You can see when someone is going to die?" I threw my head back against the car seat.
"Yeah?"
"So you can tell me when I'm going to die?" I lifted my head.
"I could, but I'm not gonna."
"Are there any exceptions?" And that brings us back on topic again.
"Only one."
"And that is?"
"Beyond Birthday." She fell silent. I could almost hear her brain ticking with theories and questions. "That alone was enough to tell me he also had these eyes, not to mention we shared the same last name, what else am I supposed to think? What else could he be?"
"S-so, you think Beyond Birthday also has the eyes of a Shinigami?"
"No, I know he does." She gapped at me, her eyes flicking from the road to me. Well, it's nice to get some reaction from her.
". . . How can you . . ." She didn't finish her sentence, I wasn't even sure if she really wanted me to hear it in the first places, but I answered it anyway.
"How can I stand it? Well, it's quite simple." I leant forward while giving her a dark look. "I'm not," I growled, then sat back again. "It will only be a matter of time before I go completely insane, just like my dearest brother, Beyond Birthday had." The rest of the car ride was silent.
"Are we there yet?" I groaned.
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we—?"
"Don't make me repeat myself," Naomi cut in, glaring at the road. "You've been annoying me for the last ten minutes. We will get there when we get there."
"And how long will that take?"
"We're almost there, just another minute or two." That's all?
"Really? If you had told me that earlier you could have saved yourself 10 minutes of annoyance." I swear, I saw her eye twitch. It suddenly went dark, and I was confused at first, so I looked out the window and saw we had entered a tunnel. I have a bad feeling about this. "So, umm . . . w-where are we going," I asked, a nervous smile on my face.
"That is classified information." I didn't respond, I didn't want to do anything more to upset her. Though I knew she (and everyone else for that matter) wouldn't kill me, but that didn't mean I didn't have to be careful, because either way, she had a gun, and a gun could be used for more than just killing people, so it was best to keep my mouth shut when necessary.
"Oh. Okay. I suppose anywhere is better than prison, right?"
"Most places," she mumbled to herself. I have a bad feeling again.
Soon we reached the end of the tunnel (that was only lit by sealing lights) and pulled over in front of another car. I was let out of the car by Naomi and walked over to the wall of the tunnel that the car lights reflected off. "So, umm . . . why am I here?" I questioned awkwardly. That was when a man walked up to me. A man I recognized well. "D-dad?" Yep, it was Mr. Yagami. "Dad! I can't tell you how glad I am to see you right now!"
I ran up to him, which was hard because my hands were still cuffed behind my back. I grinned up at him, but it faded when I saw the serious look on him face.
"Dad? Are you okay?" He didn't say anything. He just walked away over to the other car and opened the back door.
"Get in the car," he ordered. The expression almost scared me.
. . . Okay, it did scare me.
. . . FINE! I almost shit myself because of it, but at least I was able to keep myself from whimpering like a toddler.
. . . Yeah, I did that too. But that still did not stop me from obeying him instead of running away. Though the thought had crossed my mind. But like my mum used to say back at home in the real world, a person with courage is not someone without fear, but is someone that came face their fear.
So to put it more cornier and less awesome way, it is okay to be scared. And that's what I am right now. But, you know, it's okay.
"So, dad, Naomi, where are we going?" Neither said anything as Mr. Yagami started to drive. "Well, I guess it doesn't really matter where I go, I'm just glad to be out of that stupid cell. It's like what I said to Naomi, anywhere's better then a prison."
"That's not true, Birthday," Mr. Yagami protested.
"Huh? What do ya mean? W-what could possibly be worse than that?" Wait! Was this . . .? "Dad . . . where are we going?" He didn't answer at first. ". . . Am I going home?"
"No. I'm not taking you home, Braking. I'm taking you to you execution."
. . . Execution.
. . . No. This is a trick. It's obviously this was L's scary plan to see what I would do, and if Mr. Yagami and Naomi Misora would live. If they didn't then I would be Kira, than killed for real, but obviously, I wasn't the real Kira. That was all on Light and Misa, not me.
. . . But what if this wasn't L's plan? What if they really did want me dead? Was being Beyond Birthday's sister enough to kill me?
Oh God! Why had I said I was his sister?! Why hadn't I said I was Nattily River, or Melanie Keehl, or Millie Jeevas? Anyone of those would have been better then Braking Birthday! Yes, I looked kinda like Beyond with the eyes and hair, just the time frame of the entire situation was completely fucked up! How could I be his sister?! His parents would have died before I was even born! How could I be his sister?!
"An underground facility has been set up and your execution will be carried out in secret. I volunteered to take you there."
"But . . . but why? I'M NOT KIRA!" I screamed. "I'M NOT A MURDERER! Why are you doing this?!"
"L is the world's greatest detective, and he has never been wrong about anything before. He promised that when you died, the killings would end."
"You mean . . ." I narrowed my eyes at him, a snarl at my lips. "You trust this L guy, more then you trust me?" I don't know why, but this affected me somehow. Though this may be a trick, and I wasn't related to Mr. Yagami or his family, I still thought them to be my own, and to see that he was willing to kill me for someone he didn't even know. Trick or not, it still hurt. "But aren't I family?! You told me I was! Was that a lie?! Why don't you trust me when I say I'm not a killer?!"
"I stopped trusting you the moment I discovered all those lies you have been keeping!" he yelled back, making me jump back onto my tail. Ouch. I quickly repositioned myself on the seat so I was sitting back in the way I was so my tail wouldn't get hurt again. "Besides, L has promised the killings would stop, and if they don't, then he will also be executed."
"What?! B-but that's just stupid! I-if he dies then Kira would win—!"
"We're here," Naomi interrupted. I looked out the window and immediately realised that we were now out of the tunnel and at some place outside, clear and empty. The same place he had taken Light and Misa. It had to be a trick. Right?
I turned back to Mr. Yagami. "Dad? Is . . . is this a test or something? Is this a trick set up by L? Is . . . is that why I'm here?"
"No, this is not a test. This is all real. You will die Kira." His voice. It sounded so honest.
"We'll see about that." I had a plan. L had watched the entire time Light and Misa were in the car. And since I could hear through the speakers, turned off or not, I would be able to hear L and everyone in the room with him. I closed my eyes and listened carefully.
. . . Three heartbeats. All from Naomi, Yagami and me.
. . . Three people breathing. Again, from Naomi, Yagami and me.
. . . One click. This time from a gun. But nothing else. It was just Naomi, Yagami, me and a gun.
. . . Wait! A gun. Oh shit!
My eyes flashed open, only to come face to face with the end of a shiny black gun. "I'm going to kill you here, Birthday."
"N-no! NO!" This wasn't a trick. If it was I would have been able to hear more than a gun, birds, wind and us. But there was nothing else. Just us, and a gun. Oh God. I began wriggling my cuffed hands. Wow! These cuffs are tight! "D-dad! Please don't do this! How could you do this?! And to your own daughter!" I yelled, trying to guilt him out of it.
"You are not my daughter! My daughter would not have killed all those people! My daughter would not have lied to me for so long." I kept twisting my hands and wrists. I could feel the cuffs cutting into my skin, but it was getting looser.
"But I had to do it! You know I had to do it! If I were a girl while living on the streets then I could have gotten raped or worse! And if the government knew about my ears, tail and eyes th-they would—!"
"SHUT UP!" Naomi screamed, pulling out her own gun and pointed it at my face. I yelped, jumping to the right corner of the car. I didn't even care if I was sitting on my tail anymore.
"NO! Stop! Please!" Tears began welling up in my eyes as I tightly shut them. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
"Braking . . . Kira." I opened my eyes at the sound of Mr. Yagami's voice to see his scary face staring at me. "We are both murderers. One day we'll see each other again in hell."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" With one more twist and tug my hands were free from the cuffs, and used them to somehow open the locked door before either of them had the time to shoot. Don't ask me how, I just did! Adrenalin rush I guess.
"BRAKING!" Before I could run I felt a hand roughly grab my shoulder and pull me back. Bet you can't guess what I did. I'll give you three options.
Shrugged it off and ran
Punched Naomi and took her gun
Got shot in the face
5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1.
Times up. If you had chosen C for your answer you would have been . . .
CORRECT!
. . . No, not really. As if that would happen! The answer was B, obviously. I grabbed Naomi by her hair and pulled her off the ground with the gun to her head.
"Drop it!" I ordered when Mr. Yagami was out of the car. "I mean it! I'll kill her! Just like you were going to kill me." With this said he carefully put the gun down and backed away. What was I doing? I let go of Naomi's hair and roughly pushed her over to Mr. Yagami, picking up the other gun when he caught her.
"Braking," Yagami said softly, as though trying to reason with a crazy person. I wasn't crazy. . . Right? Right!? "Please . . . put the gun down." I held onto my breath so I wouldn't sob as I shook my head. "Braking . . . please."
"No," I whispered. What am I doing?
"Braking—"
"NO!" This time it came out as a scream that echoed through the air. "I can't. I can't die. Where will I go if I die? I can't die."
". . . It doesn't have to be like this."
"No, it doesn't. But you did it anyway. You made it this way! I'm. Not. Kira." I pulled back the . . . black this on the gun with my thumb, making it click. Could I do this? Could I kill them?
. . . No. I could not kill someone. Not them anyway.
I dropped both weapons and fell to my knees, letting the cries and sobs that I had been holding in, out. How could I have even considered killing them? What is wrong with me? They had done nothing but everything I wanted! I wanted to be caught! I made sure I was around the Yagami's! I was there when Ray died on purpose! I had saved Naomi Misora's life for a reason! I did all of this. I am the reason I am here!
It was not their fault I had used them to get me here. It is all on me. Only me.
"I'm sorry," I sobbed, hiding my face with my hair. "I'm so, so sorry."
Not another word was said as Naomi walked over to me, picked up a gun, lifted my head and stared into my eyes. For a long moment she did nothing but stare, pity and remorse on her face, then she lifted the gun to my forehead.
This was it. This was the death of Christy Rose. I gulped and closed my eyes.
. . . BANG!. . .
Nothing. I felt no pain or anything.
When I opened my eyes again I saw nothing but whiteness. Clouds. The sky. Everything was beautiful.
. . . Not really. Like something as corny as that would happen. When I opened my eyes I saw Naomi and Mr. Yagami sigh with relief. What's going on? "It . . . It was blank, wasn't it?" Mr. Yagami groaned and leant against the car, looking tiered and worn out.
"Oh, thank God," Naomi sighed as she sat on the ground in front of me, her face against her left arm that rested on her bent knee.
"Thank God? W-what's going on? Was this . . ."
"Oh, Braking," Mr. Yagami grumbled. "Please, forgive me. This was the only way I could release you from the cell," he admitted, never making eye contact with me. "I only agreed to do this because I believe in you incidents, Braking."
So . . . it was a trick after all? But how? I checked! Then Naomi pulled out her phone and dialled a number. "Ryuzaki, did you see that? We did everything you asked and as you can see, Mr. Yagami and I are still alive."
"Yes. Again, terrific acting," came a voice. L? "If Braking were either Kiras she could and would have killed even her own father if needed, biological or not." I . . . think I understand now. L only had a camera. He was smart enough to exclude the speaker because he knows I would hear him, so after it was all done Naomi would call him instead.
God, I'm so stupid! Of course he would do that!
"Though with her being biological related to Beyond Birthday there is a possibility she could have seen through the act near the end . . . but as promised I will end her confinement immediately."
"So . . . I'm free?" I asked gently. "To go home I mean."
"No. Though you claim it was all just by chance, the evidence against you is too strong to let you go completely. But you will no longer be watch from a cell, but from comfortable rooms, and you will be allowed outside provided there is covalence 24/7."
"So, I'm not free?" I pouted and ducked my head.
Then it came to me. He believes I am Beyond's sister! I know without a doubt he would have done a background check on Beyond, so he must know he don't have any siblings! Right?
Unless . . . he does.
"Right this way, Birthday," Watari encouraged. After the whole trick-gun-BANG thing, I was taken to this motel and had my hands cleaned up by Watari, then he started leading me to a specific room. I didn't know why. Maybe this would be the room I would be sleeping in? Or was I going to see L for the first time? I hoped for the later, because despite what he did to me earlier, I was still right about something. It was my fault I was there, and I should have known what I was getting into. But now that I had faced death . . . for the second time, I felt I could do anything. I almost wanted to thank L for that.
It's kinda like . . . V and Evey from V For Vendetta, me being Evey and L being V.
Warning: Magger Spoiler Alert! DON'T READ UNLESS YOU HAVE SEEN THE FILM OR DON'T WANT TO!
Yeah, you've been warned. So anyway, Evey (a woman that was saved/kidnapped by a masked guy) had told V (a guy in a mask that was fighting/killing the government for revenge and justice after they had tortured him 20 years ago) that she didn't want to live in fear anymore, and was later taken by what seemed to be the government, who shaved her hair and tortured her, saying she could live if she gave them the identity and/or location of V.
After almost a year she still refused to say anything about V, telling them she would rather die, and was soon released. As it turns out, it was V that had her captured and torture in the first place. But after she was in the rain (and laughed like an insane person) , she felt true freedom and life for the first time, because you never truly know what you have until it is taken from you.
That was how it was for her, and that is how it is for me, too. L was my V, and I was his Evey.
Only he doesn't wear a mask, hat or cape, doesn't play with knives and won't ever fall in love with me. Ever.
Yeah, I pouted, because that last thought made me really sad.
(End Of Spoiler, You May Continue Reading If You Want)
Anyways, Watari finally stopped us in front of a door, and beyond it I could hear voices. "Sorry . . . I'm just really motivated right now, too. Ryuzaki, chief, Light, let's catch Kira no matter what!" What?! Aizawa?
"Umm . . . you didn't include me . . ." MATSUDA?! No freaking way! I love Matsuda, he's got to be the funniest character in Death Note! No, Beyond's the number 1, but Matsuda's a close second!
I looked up at Watari, and opened the door. There, on the farther side of the room, stood Light, Mr. Yagami, Shuichi Aizawa, Touta Matsuda and . . .
Drum roll . . .
L Lawliet!
All eyes were on me as I gaped at all of them . . . mainly L.
"Hello," he said gently and stepped closer. "I am L." Oh my God, he said it! He said the amazing words! "But you may call me Rue Ryuzaki, just to be safe."
"Yeah," I murmured and looked down at his chained wrist. "I understand." When I looked back up I saw he was staring at me with his huge black eyes. He's everything I thought he would be. Everything I saw in the munga and anime. Black, messy hair, white shirt, daggy blue jeans, pale skin and as awesome as ever!
"Could everyone except Light please leave? I would like to speak to Birthday." Everyone did as he asked, except for Mr. Yagami, who hesitated for a second before going. "So, Birthday. You are the one and only sibling of Beyond Birthday?" I nodded, staring back at him. I'm the best at stare-offs! "You do realise this affects quite a lot about my perspective of you."
I didn't really mind, just as long as he doesn't hate me. "Ryuzaki? What's this about?" Light asked, stepping forward. "What do you mean—?"
"I know," I answered, as though Light was not even there.
"And you know I will have to do a few complicated mind tricks on you, yes?"
"Yes."
"Hold on, Ryuzaki! What do you mean mind tricks?! Who's Beyond Birthday?!" I wasn't sure if Light was just trying to pick a fight with L, or if he was actually concerned about me. I hoped for the later. "Why would it matter if she's related to him? Would it really affect the case that badly?"
"Yes, Light-kun, it could change everything about this case." L turned his head to meet Light's confused and taken aback face. "You see, Light-kun, before Kira came to be, Beyond Birthday, or B as he was known as at the time, was the world's greatest criminal."
Light's eyes widened.
"Birthday, do you know of anything that was happening throughout the LABB Murder Cases?" L asked me.
"I know everything that was happening throughout the case."
"I thought so. Could you then please explain to Light-kun?" This must be one of his tests. I looked up at Light, and told the story cheerfully. Back in the real world I used to love explaining the book to everyone, but none of them really seemed interested and usually just told me to shut up, so it was nice to finally tell it to someone who cared.
"B was a crazy super genius that had wanted to create case so difficult that the amazing detective L himself could not solve it, and he would have succeeded if not for Naomi Misora. All three of his victims he had their door locked, making it look like a suicide, and pinned straw dolls on their walls. With his first victim he pinned four dolls, with his second he pinned three, and his third two dolls, taking away a doll with each kill.
"That's when L called upon Naomi for help. She first met B at the first victim's house, under Belief Bridesmaid's bed. He was pretending to be a privet detective investigating the murders, and at the time of the fourth and final murder he locked himself in a room, pinned a doll on the wall and lit himself on fire, acting as the last victim, but before he could die Naomi figured out his plan and saved him. If she hadn't figured it out, then there would not have been a murderer to catch anymore, because everyone would have thought the murderer was not a murderer, but a victim, leaving L to feel haunted with defeat and fear for the rest of his life, just as B wanted."
Light stood there gaping at me. Well, it's nice to know I'm a good story teller! "W-what happened to him?! Was he arrested?"
"Yep, then put in an asylum somewhere in California." I looked over at L, hoping I hadn't given too much information. Mental sigh. Who was I kidding? I sounded like some love-sick fan-girl that had read a whole book on the case a billion times.
"Hmm, Misora had said you were there, but I did not think you knew so much." I shrugged. "But I have one last question for you, Birthday." I waited. "Is what you said about your eyes true?"
"Yes."
"Prove it. Tell me my name." Wait, out loud? But wouldn't that be bad since Light is here? My question was answered when L lent closer, his hand to his ear. Oh he wanted me to whisper it. He wanted my lips to his ear!
Taking advantage of the fact that this was probably the closest I would ever be to him by running over to him and stood onto my toes so I could tell him. Wow, he's taller than I thought! "L Lawliet."
Hello!
I know this may have taken a while, but I make the chapter extra long to make up for it.
But just so everyone knows, V For Vendetta is one of the greatest movies I have ever seen and I recommend watching it if you haven't already. It's an action-mystery-romance that is rated MA (I think).
And just a quick question. It may sound kind of dumb, but does anyone know exactly how old Beyond Birthday is? Because I have no idea. In the book it only said he was a young looking man, and when I trued looking it up it said he was L's age (26), but on other sits and FanFictions it says he's 19. Could someone please enlighten me? This may affect how the next chapter well play out, because Beyond will finally come in! YAY!
