("Matt! Go talk to the fandom!"

"Mello! L told YOU to do it!"

"I'm busy,"

"You're just sitting there!"

"Exactly~ Very busy. Go talk to them!"

"But I-" *Push, trip, hit computer on button.* "Shit.")

Uhhh... hi. The amazing Jeevas here. Don't exactly know what I'm supposed to... (Mello hands him a paper) Oh! Cool. Some questions.

Why is Mello your best friend? Very good question. Sometimes I don't even know! But I guess it started with a couple of tots in an orphanage. The thing with Mello and I, is it's a love-hate relationship. I love the guy, seriously, but he is very very talented at pissing me off. I'm sure he'd say the same thing about me. We are best friends because we can tolerate each other, where as most people can't. I'm lazy, I'm done caring, and I smoke. Mello is determined, crazy, cares way to much, and dresses like a chic. We don't have much in common, but we are completely compatable. Mello's good at killing my boredum... and also trying to get us killed.

Do you hate Near? Okay, here's my question: Why does everybody fucking hate Near? I mean, seriously! Give that kid a break! It's bad enough he has asberger's syndrom or whatever it is. Here's the thing. He's just like every other genius kid out there trying to cope. How would you feel if everyone expected the world from you? If everyone expected things way to advanced from you, since you were five fucking years old? L's odd, Mello's insane, A killed himself, BB killed others, I stopped caring, and Near hides himself. None of you grew up with him, except for Mello. Sure, I wasn't great friends with him, but atleast I understand him. Mello hates him because he's Mello and he needs to hate somebody. But Near is just another freak kid trying to deal. So give him a break. He saved the world from Kira. Isn't that enough for you people?

Oh, I guess now I'm supposed to tell people:

*ahem* A note from the author. Blah blah blah. Warning: violence, language, ect ect. The author doesn't own death note blah blah blah. Oh, and don't kill the author if the time line is a bit off. It says here that she genuinely doesn't give a flying fuck. It's her fanfiction, it will go as she pleases. Okay, that's it. If you enjoy the story below, there is something seriously wrong with you.

-Matt

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"!" the scream that shattered Wammy's. The yell that turned everything upside down. The cry that, supposedly, started it all.

But of course, it's not the fault of the poor boy that screamed. Not yet, actually. It's what he screamed at. The thing that was just so horrible that he couldn't bear to handle it. The thing that broke his crooked little heart.

"ROGER! ROGER!" the adolescent boy ran screaming through the orphanage. He ended up, though, right where he'd started. Back at the room he shared with his best friend.

"Beyond! What's going on?" Roger called as he ran up. He was followed by another adult, a woman- the closest thing to a councelor at Wammy's.

You could say all of this was Ms. Caroline's fault, for not counceling enough, for not helping them properly. But she did all she could do. Some minds are just beyond help.

Beyond was sobbing now, collapsed at the door and pounding his fists on the floor. This was a scary sight, since fifteen year old Beyond always wore a "fuck off" attitude.

A crowd of children, in fact all of the children that resided at Wammy's, had gathered around. Roger ignored all of them, while Caroline tried to shoo them off to whatever they were doing. Nobody budged.

Nobody moved. Nobody breathed while Roger slowly opened the door. Nobody but Beyond Birthday, who had already witnessed it.

The young man, only sixteen years old and first after L, Avery Park was hanging dead. He'd hung himself from his cieling fan using a rope he aquired from hell knows where. Roger stared wide eyed and slammed the door. Caroline gasped, bursting into tears. Very few of the children had seen, and those who had were crying.

"ALL OF YOU! GO TO YOUR ROOMS RIGHT NOW!" Roger bellowed, and almost all of the children scattered instantly. Near dawdled behind slightly, but departed as well. Mello stood there, looking from Beyond on the floor to Roger to Caroline.

"What happened?" nine year old Mello asked quietly.

"Mello, go to your room," Roger commanded, turning and resting his head on the wall.

"What happened!" Mello tried again.

"Don't test me Mello! I said go to your room, Now GO!" Roger screamed at Mello. Mello was stunned. Tears welled in his eyes. He settled a glare and stood there. He refused to move.

"Why you little-!" Mello braced himself, but was surprised when he wasn't met with a slap or a ruff grab. Instead, a gentle hand settle on his shoulder, and Ms. Caroline led him back to his room.

"Just go lie down for a while, hun," she spoke kindly as she closed the door behind Mello.

With all the doors closed, everyone was completely silent. Not a child made a peep. No scuffing of shoes or russling of clothes. They all wanted to hear what had happened.

Beyond was still in hysterics.

"Take him down stairs, Caroline," Roger said gently. Beyond shot from the floor.

"NO!" he screamed. He rushed into his room and slammed the door. He locked it and leaned against it. He locked himself in with this best friend's body.

"I'M NOT LEAVING HIM!" Beyond sobbed.

He walked across the room and pulled over his desk chair. Beyond climbed up and untied the rope around A's neck. From A's weight, they both fell to the floor.

"Beyond? Open the door!" Roger called from out side the room.

Beyond ignored him. He'd scraped his hand falling, and sucked the blood off. He liked the taste of blood.

He lay Avery's head on his lap. Beyond gently ran his finger tips down the boy's jaw line. Avery was stone cold.

A new wave of tears hit Beyond Birthday as he sat there on the floor, cradeling his dead friend. He noticed something sticking out of Avery's pocket, and he grabbed it. It was a letter.

"Beyond,

I know you hate me now. I know you think I'm weak and pathetic. And I am. I'm just another loser.

I read all about suicide signs weeks before I decided to do this. I wanted to know exactly what you'd all expect to see. I didn't want any chance of anyone stopping me.

Don't blame yourself Beyond. If you'd stopped me, I'd only have tried it again. It only would have made it worse.

I'm not going to say that nobody understands. That nobody knows what I was going through. You understand. You want to be like L more than anyone. I just wasn't good enough, Beyond! Sure I wanted to be like him, but not as much as you. I didn't have the same drive. Maybe my intelligence was wasted and should have gone to someone better, but none of that matters. It's not my choice, I'm not God. God made a bad choice though. I wonder how I'm going to explain what I've done to him. Maybe he'll be merciful, since I'm still a child.

You don't even believe in God though. You believe in those shinigami things. Well, if I meet one of them, I'll put a good word in for you.

I guess I want to say I'm sorry.

L, Roger, Wammy- I'm sorry for failing all of you. I wasn't good enough to be like you L. You deserve someone more worthy.

Caroline- It isn't your fault either. Nothing you could have said could have saved me. I've been gone for a long time. And I just want to tell you, I'm genuinely happy now.

Beyond- You were my best friend. All of those years you were there for me. And now I've left you. You probably think you need me now. You don't. You'll be fine. Just remember I'm happy now. I love you bro.

All the other kids at Wammy's- If I've scarred you for life, I'm sorry. I didn't want any of you to see what I'd done. This doesn't mean you should crack too. The pressure was too much for me, but I honestly know that more than half of you are more intelligent than I was. If you want to be like L, all luck to you. That's a great thing to try to be, because L is an amazing person. He's the poster child, the success story of Wammy's Orphanage. And I'm the suicide case, the law suit, the failure. If you don't want to be like L, that's great too! Follow your hearts. And don't let the pressure get to you. Talk to Caroline if you need to, she's a great lady.

Wammy's house, thanks for all the good years. Thank you for my childhood, for the friends I've made, the things I've learned. I guess I just wasn't supposed to live a long life, and I'm okay with that.

I just knew that it was my time. It's something I could feel in my heart. It was my time.

Sincerely yours,

A

Avery Park

Beyond stood slowly, holding Avery in his arms bride and groom style, like a baby, like something very precious. He unlocked the door and walked out, handing the letter to Roger.

"He cracked," Beyond said, near whisper. "He finally cracked."