Main characters: L Lawliet, Beyond Birthday, A
MalexMale, Rated MA for Mature. (Varies in chapters)
DARK!
Authors Note:
"The year is 2020 and Beyond Birthday fanfictions are still a thing? Welp. To me yes.
Death Note has always been a series close to my heart and the untold stories of what happened at Wammy's House when L and his original successors were young, were always an interest to me. The boys at Wammy's are twisted individuals as we all are aware, L is not as calm and sane as he looks, B is an obsessed murderer, A couldn't bear the stress and comitted suicide, Near, Matt and Mello are equally as messed up. It makes you think what kind of place Wammy's House is."
-Overview of Trigger Warnings and Content warnings!-
Dark themes, Non-con, smut and sexual themes, physical and sexual abuse, grooming, death, self harm, torture, descriptive gore.
NOT ALL CHAPTERS! All chapters will have relative warnings at the beginning!
Overview:
B wasn't always a monster. But what makes a monster? Isolation? Pain? Losing those closest to you? Years of lies?
This is a dark, twisted story of how the stress of being trained to become the Worlds Greatest Detective can lead to so much grief.
(Please be sure to read the trigger warnings for each chapter. This is a dark story, and could be triggering for some readers.
Do not upset yourself. And with that, please do enjoy! )
CHAPTER 5 - Untimely Death
(CW/TW: Sexual themes, NSFW, Grooming/ Death / Mutilation
That night, Beyond found himself having a horrible dream, not really understanding it other than there being fire, the smell of smoke still pungent in his nose when he woke up the next morning, shaking a little. A was still asleep beside him, not realising truly how worried Beyond was for him. He'd slept like a baby, his mouth open as drool pooled onto B's chest.
After getting over his strange feeling of horror from the dream he turned to face Andrew, his eyes widening. 27 hours.. that was it? It didn't make any sense, he wasn't sick, he promised him he wasn't going to do it himself. He sat up, his head in his hands as he gripped his hair, squeezing his eyes shut.
"No.. come on.. " He figured the more he rubbed his eyes, the blurrier his vision would be so he wouldn't have to see it. He wasn't going to let him out of his sight. A soon awoke, spit smearing up his face as B sat up. He yawned loudly and hugged around the others waist. "Dont move, I'm trying to be comfortable." He whined, his head on his lap.
"A.. wake up." Though he was usually awful in the morning, Beyond was very much awake. "We have a lot to plan today, we should leave tonight rather than tomorrow.."
He looked up, rather confused. "Uhh. I mean sure? I'll see if I can do it sooner. But man, I need more warning next time." He groaned, sitting up and rubbing his head. "I get why you'd want to though."
"You have no idea.."
He tried to relax, though it was clearly getting to him. He wanted A to be calm, the next 24 hours were imperative, if everything went just as they usually did between them, nothing could go wrong.
"Look.. ignore me, I had a bad dream, I just wanna get out of this fucking place.."
A leant towards him, taking his jaw. "Baby I got this." His eyes caught directly with his. Them fluttering closed as he laid a delicate kiss upon his lips.
B sank into the kiss, his eyes closing slowly. Reaching around him, he pulled him close to him, gripping onto him tight.
"God I love you.."
"I love you too." He embraced B tightly, not wanting to let go. "Now baby. I need to take a leak."
Andrew stood, stretching until his back cracked before heading on out across the hall to the toilets, relieving himself with a sigh.
B felt the cold as A left him, watching him walk out. He only considering it for a brief moment, but then followed him out, waiting outside the door as he peed. He listened in, for the sound of pill packets, more bleach, the fumbling of pockets for a blade.. anything. The paranoia already sinking in.
He zipped his jeans back up, turning to wash his hands. He took his bandages off and washed his wounds, dried blood coming off in flakes. They'd started to heal now and he was confident he didn't need them wrapping. He dried his arms off along with his face, coming back out, B surprising him. "Oh!"
Without a word, Beyond immediately grabbed his wrist, hiking his sleeve up checking over both arms, nothing new, he looked up to his face, trying to think up a reason to have done this other than 'I'm definitely worried you're going to die.'
A snatched his arm back, "What? Do you not fucking trust me? I ain't doing it Beyond. I told you. Knock it off." He hissed, pushing past him and heading downstairs to get something to eat.
Hearing that tone out of his lover hurt, but he understood it. Even so, he followed him down, following him in silence. "A? I'm sorry.. I really am." He finally spoke up once they were in the cafeteria. "I do trust you, I just worry."
He had a frustrated expression but knew B was only worrying. He took a tray and two plates, gathering a few jars of jam. "Yeah.. I know. Too much." He sighed, leaning in to kiss him in front of everyone. They'd never kissed in public before, and the cafeteria was more than packed. Beyond's eyes widened, a harsh blush rushing over his cheeks as he heard the room go eerily quiet, save a few whispers.
A slipped his tongue in for a second, making sure a strand of saliva connected them before he went back to getting his breakfast. There was not a word from there usual trouble, A turning his head to watch them like a hawk.
B was left a little in a state of shock, completely zoning out. "Woah.." He knew A was doing it to show him he was being 100% genuine, that he should trust him, he just had to go through the day.
Throughout the day Beyond tried to level down the creepy vibe of his obvious worried stalking, and by evening he was content to have him back to himself, alone.
He stood, holding him in his arms, pressing his soft lips to A's, the sun setting behind them through the window. "I love you Andrew."
A had noticed the others clingy behaviour and it only made him more certain of their success. He had a lifetime partner right in front of him and he knew it. He had no reason to hurt himself either.
A rested slowly back against the desk, sitting slightly on it as his lips met B's. His fingers traced down his back, slipping underneath his top and cupping his flinched a little as A's skin brushed against the fairly new cut on his hip, but melted into him instead, trying not to let his emotions ruin this moment.
"God I love you so much.. Can we go now? Run away together.. now? "
A was being slow with his actions, his lips tracing up and over his neck and jaw. "Baby.. I want this as much as you do, however.." He met B's lips with a deep, wet kiss that lasted around 5 seconds before he parted, his gaze flickering back and forth from Beyond's lips and eyes. "We wont have soft bed for a while if we're on the run. I want to make tonight a last good one. You, me, nothing else. No clothes. Only intimacy. Cause we may not get any privacy like this after tonight." His voice was low and rugged as he spoke, his intentions coming clear through his words.
"You're right, but.." No, he was right, if this truly was it, B wanted this night to be special.
"Okay.." He spoke in a whisper, kissing down A's neck and over his shoulders, kissing and sucking his skin, marking him all over.
A let out a moan, closing his eyes and exposing more of his neck to him. He ran his free hand through Beyond's hair, taking a handful and tugging his head gently back so he could kiss him.
He coated him with loving kisses, sad, yet full of love. He stroked over his hips and his thighs, pulling him away from the desk then slowly sinking both of them to the bed, their kisses becoming sloppier and wet. Beyond crawled over him, lowering his hand to cup his lover's crotch, the warmth making him kiss him deeper.
Soft mewls muffled from A's mouth, his jeans starting to tighten around him as he grew harder, B being able to feel it throb through them.
"Mph.. " His brow furrowed as he reached to free himself, his dick springing from them with relief. "Nhn fuck.."
B lowered himself down A's heated body, wrapping his tongue around A, sucking softly on him, wanting to savour his taste and his heat. He swirled his tongue around him, bobbing his head slowly, not wanting to rush any of this.
A closed his eyes, a small smile spreading over his swollen lips as Beyond ventured lower. Turning to focus on the sunset, his cheeks filled red as he felt B's hot, silky mouth taking him in. "Oh.. nhn like that."
As he sucked on him, Beyond pulled A's jeans and boxers fully down and off, throwing them across the room, taking his mouth off to breath, he jerked him off slowly with his hand, coating his fingers with his own saliva from A's shaft.
He re-attatched his mouth, pushing digits into him slowly, feeling his lover react. A was quiet with his moans, until he felt B's fingers slip inside him. He groaned out, his core arching gracefully as his fingers tangled with the sheets. "Beyond.. Haaa-AH~"
Coming away from his lower half, Beyond continued to push his fingers in and out of him, aiming for that all important spot. He wanted to watch his face, the orange hue from outside making his hair glisten like gold. He was.. beautiful.
B smiled, lifting his lover's legs over his shoulders, removing his fingers before looking him in the eyes. "Ready for me baby~?"
He nodded, his brows arched into a frown as his mouth gasped open. A's sighs grew from pleasured to desperate, his forearm coming to rest on his forehead, "Ah.. B.. hah.."
Biting his lip, Beyond freed his own erection, pushing it straight inside A's hot body, his entire body melting as he pushed to the hilt.
Unable to keep his eyes off of his gorgeous partner, he locked eyes with him as he moved in and out of him, wanting so badly for them both to enjoy themselves.
A reached out for Beyond, moaning out loudly as he felt that familiar heat surge into him, his hands caressing every patch of skin he could reach. "Nhn.. ah.. I love you. Mmm.. you feel so good." He cried, bucking his hips up in time with Beyond's thrusts. He didn't care about his orgasm, he just wanted B inside him and as close as possible.
"I love you.. ahn.. god.. fuck.." Beyond gasped through his movements, them being slow and loving yet hard and sincere.
He didn't want this to ever end, he wanted to make love for ever.
A sighed and writhed underneath him, his smile warm and his sighs soft. Reaching up, he took hold of his head, guiding him into a sloppy kiss. He took B's free hand and gripped it tight, squeezing more so when he felt like he was about to come. "Nhn.. I cant hold it..." he moaned against his lips, connecting their foreheads.
"Hold it baby.. please..anh.. please hold it.. " He felt his emotions spilling out, his voice shaking as he felt his own orgasm coming. He didn't want it to end yet.
Despite his attempts to keep it going, his body betrayed him and he opened his mouth up wide, his brow furrowing as he kept a grip on A's head, releasing hard, filling A up. his body shaking as he covered the both of them in cum. He grew short of breath, laying there smiling as he rode out his orgasm.
Making eye-contact, he chuckled, leaning up to kiss him again, pressing their bodies closer to enjoy his warmth.
Beyond slipped out of him, panting heavily as he lowered down onto A's chest, kissing him deeply. The more he kissed, the more he realised he couldn't let him go. He continued to kiss him sloppily until his lips hurt and he could barely breathe, his eyes wet.
"I love you A.. so fucking much."
A found himself in the same state, his lips rough and sore and his mouth dry. "I love you too, you hear me. Always." He rolled on top of him, marking everywhere he could with a dark bruise.
The two went onto kiss until they were physically exhausted, long into the night, Beyond subconsciously trying to keep him awake so A would sleep through his 'time'.
But A eventually fell asleep in his arms, a small smile on his face.
As exhausted as B was, he couldn't bring himself to do it, he stayed up for hours, 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5..4.. hours left. By morning, he was too exhausted to stay awake, falling into a deep sleep, passing out completely.
A awoke just short of his final hour, slipping out of bed and pressing a soft kiss to B's forehead before getting dressed.. Taking the phone, he slipped it underneath the files he had completed and headed on downstairs to Roger's office.
He set the phone to record, heading on in and setting the files down upon the desk. His plan in action.
"Done."
"Ah, bright and early I see. " Roger wasn't in the best of moods that morning, feeling more than stressed. "You didn't come and see me yesterday, I missed you. Close the door." As per usual, he spoke with a vulgar tone, standing up and approaching the young lad. "Disappointing, I thought you liked coming in here for our special meetings." He stroked A's face, tilting his head.
A did as he asked, shutting the door and locking it. "I apologise, I was busy I'm afraid." He smirked, kinda glad it had annoyed him. Feeling his wrinkled, cigarette stained finger made him almost recoil.
"Don't go backing off from me, you know how this game works."
He grabbed the boy's wrist, pulling him towards him as he propped him up the desk, "Get them off. You're getting it extra for making me wait. "A stumbled towards him, unzipping himself almost immediately, throwing his jeans and boxers aside. He bent over the desk, sticking his ass out as he stared forwards towards the papers. "Whatever. Get on with it."
Roger's face twisted into a sick grin as he unbuckled his belt. As usual he didn't bother to prepare Andrew, pushing himself into the much younger man, feeling him clench around him.
Andrew grit his teeth, sighing out as he felt the other enter him. "Ugh..Nhn.." he moaned, knowing how Roger liked it.
He held onto his bony hips as he thrust inside him, pulling his girly hair as he noticed the dark marks over his nape, shoulders, and upon further inspection, all over his neck.
"What is THIS?!" He grabbed A by the neck, pulling him up quickly, turning him around, on the desk, sitting him him up on it, knocking a few papers aside, his face like thunder. "Are you not mine, Andrew?!"
A's eyes widened as he was forced around, catching himself as he now faced the man, leaning back from him. "B is my boyfriend." He raised his leg up around the man's waist, "We've had sex.."
Pushing A down onto his back over the desk angrily, Roger grunted with disgust. "And these?" He prodded at his neck. "You're dirty!" He thrust back into him, hard, making a complete mess of the desk, papers falling left right and centre.
A jolted, a loud cry coming from him. He felt so disgusting, exposed to him in such a crude way. He heard the phone fall from the papers, slowly reaching behind to try and conceal it once more, moaning and crying out, trying to distract roger with the noises he was making.
Roger didn't want to look at his bruised neck, it making him feel sick. He reached around the back of Andrew's head, hoisting him up to pull him closer to him, when he saw his had rooting around in the papers, frantically.
He grabbed his wrist with his other hand, pulling it up to him so hard his arm could snap, seeing the phone, the little red light blinking as it recorded.
The old man's eyes narrowed, filled with a rage. "What the FUCK is this!?"
Andrew had no time to react, trying to snag it away from him. He grit his teeth and spat at him, "I'M SICK OF YOUR FUCKING PERVERTED BULLSHIT." He screamed at him, kicking him back. "I'm getting you fired old man. I'm exposing your sick ass." He hopped down from the table, pushing him as a threat.
Roger was completely enraged, he barely moved against A's pushing him, his frail body not being the strongest. Intending on finishing what he started now he had the phone in hand, Roger grit his teeth, pushing A back against the desk push took the breath right from him, Andrew falling backwards and his cranium smashing against the edge of the hard, oak desk.
His death was almost instant, his frail body landing with a solid thud, his eyes wide with fear as the light drew from them. A died painlessly, his body left for Roger to dispose of however he saw fit.
Panting, heavily from the short fight, the old man started to shout. "Get the hell up!"
After a good ten seconds of complete silence and A not moving a muscle, Roger realised what he had done.
Doing his belt back up, he rushed over, checking his pulse, nothing. "Jesus Christ... shit." He checked the back of A's head for any blood, not having seen any on the desk. Nothing.
"Shit. SHIT!" Roger walked out into the corridor, most of the children would be down at breakfast by now, B more than likely still asleep, he had to act fast. He re-dressed the boy, much harder than he'd thought it'd be.
After checking his pulse one more time, confirming him dead, Roger grabbed a letter opener from his desk, picked up the boy's body and by using the staff only elevator to the top floor, ran to the bathroom, placing the boy's body in a position that would make sense that he'd fallen and hit his head on the sink.
Rooting through his pockets he grabbed the letter opener, and pulled A's sleeves up. His skinny arms already striped with scars, a few more wouldn't be suspicious.
He carved into the boy's skin, length ways down his arm, blood spilling out of his skin. Turning the taps on, they soon started flooding the bathroom, water spilling over the tile flooring, starting to spread over the rest of the room. It was all he could do.. He couldn't be found out, it'd be the end for him. It was an accident, and no one would question it being a suicide. Locking the bathroom door behind him, he walked quickly back to his office.
Beyond awoke soon after, yawning after sleeping rather pleasantly. Before he could even fully wake up, he noticed the space in the bed empty, his eyes widening looking to the clock. "No. NO!"
He jumped out of bed, running to his own room, "A!? ANDREW?!" He ran around the floor, desperate, before coming across the bathroom, he tried it. Locked. In his panic he didn't realise the patter of water under his feet, the hallway carpet wet with a stained water.
"Shit! ROGER!"
Raising his head, the old man heard Beyond screaming from the floor above. He got up from his desk, placing the phone in his private safe and locking it.
He ran at full speed down to his office, crashing through his door. "Roger! The bathroom. A. Have you seen. FUCK HAVE YOU SEEN A?!" He could barely talk, sheer panic in his voice. "The bathroom is flooding! I think A is in there! PLEASE ROGER HURRY!"
He walked out and met the boy halfway. "Woah! Calm down! I said calm down!" Roger demanded, burrowing his brow, "Let me see." He followed Beyond up the stairs, feeling a bead of sweat form on his forehead, knowing how traumatic this would be for the young man.
"Step back boy. This instant!" He raised his tone, fumbling for the keys.
B was physically shaking, hyperventilating, knowing it was already too late. He knew already. He knew he was dead. As Roger opened the door, B was met with a sight that would stay with him forever.
"ANDREW!" He threw himself down to the soaked floor, blood flowing through it. He grabbed A's face, his salty tears dropping down onto his barely warm cheeks, as he choked on his own breath and tears.
"No!.. NO YOU FUCKING PROMISED ME!" He shook his lifeless body, trying to give him desperate chest compressions in attempt to revive him. "Don't you fucking leave me!" He pressed his lips to the others, his entire body trembling. He was too late.
The boy screamed, holding A's frame to his body, howling at the ceiling, distraught.
Roger took his phone out, dialling the emergency number for an ambulance. "Yes I believe it's suicide... yes.. sixteen.. I'm sure." He gave the address and hung up, heading into the bathroom and turning off the taps.
He crouched beside B, frowning as best he could. "Beyond.." His hand rested on his shoulder. "He's gone."
Once the emergency services arrived, Roger led them to the bathroom, forcing Beyond to let go as he held him tightly. "Son.. I believe they may ask you a few questions. Are you fit to answer?"
B had physically exhausted himself screaming and crying, now unable to do anything but rest his head on Roger's chest as he stared into nothing, feeling nothing but complete numbness, not even watching as they covered A's body and took it away.
He nodded, almost robotically, tears just falling from his eyes, still unable to muster the strength to argue.
His heart raced, though it felt like it had stopped. "Why.. why would he do this?"
Roger stroked the top of his head, noting he too was covered in many hickeys. "He came to my office this morning upset about the number of cases he'd been assigned. I allowed him more time but he seemed so distressed. I had no idea he'd.. resort to.. such an act." His low voice was solemn and grim, his head turning to watch A's body leave with the men.
A policewoman approached the two, "Do either of you have any explanation to why he may have resorted to this?"
B turned straight to the woman, her name being Angela Hart, she had another 42 years of life left. He looked back up at Roger.. Roger Ruvie, a while yet. He couldn't get out of his head having not seen A's name or numbers.. just like when he saw his dad murdered in front of him.
He gulped back his tears. "L." B murmured, with no explanation.
Roger went on to explain the situation to her, before she turned once more to look to him. "Did he show any signs of deterioration?"
"I.." Beyond stared into nothing again, completely zoning out. "I caught him trying to drink bleach..and he cut himself a lot." He turned to the woman, no life in his eyes at all, "He promised me he wouldn't. He was okay.. he was happy.. we were going to run away today..go to America. He promised me."
She noted down those few details, along with those of the orphanage for further questioning. "Thank you.. I'm so sorry for your loss. I will leave you be."
Once they had left, Roger ordered for a cleaning of the entire bathroom, Beyond was also being watched over for the next few days to ensure no other suicides were to follow.
They were holding the funeral only a few days after his 'tragic passing' as everyone was calling it.
B hadn't said a word, eaten or even bothered to come out of his room, too numb and void to do anything. He couldn't even bring himself to cry, like he'd just repressed every emotion that he'd felt toward A and with him, including his happiness, now going back to the overwhelming loneliness and growing ever fearful for his mental state.
It was a closed casket, the corpse being far too maimed to do have it any other way. The service was short, most of the kids not being allowed to enter, it was really only Roger and B. Not even L showed up.
He was buried, his tombstone reading his name and the most standard of messages. 'May he rest in peace.'
Laughable. B thought. How could he ever rest in peace..
