AN: Fanfic ate my spacing...T.T
This is the beginning of B's story. BTW this is entirely in first person.
Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note, B would live, kill Kira & Near, marry L and be a role model to Matt and Mello. So...while I find Kira killing B impossible, I dun own anything, except C, C's boyfriend, & A's name.
Additional Note: I am not homophobic, B just tells it like it is.
Where to begin…well I suppose that would be the beginning…here goes.
I was born on October 31 1982, my father died day after my sixth birthday, my mother three weeks later. I was taken to Whammy's House where I became B…Whammy's House's dirty little secret.
You see, I was the only one to fail at becoming L. Not because I didn't try, because I did, but because I tried to pass him. It all started with A. A was my best friend, the only other child at Whammy's House then…until C, but that is a later story. A was incredibly gifted, but not enough to reach L. A was convinced that he was inferior to me, and L, which was true, but he kept focusing on that instead of L. No, Lawli, I did not kill A, one day at dawn; A hung himself in the old clock tower, which has since been destroyed. His real name, which I had known all along was Alexander Appleton, he always said he'd be a rock star, and he'd change his name so that L would never find him. I'd asked what he was going to change it to, he'd said Ryuk, and I'd laughed. He said he liked the name. Only I knew that he wouldn't live long enough to accomplish his dream. Then at his private funeral, L had called him Alternate, which had pissed me off, even in death L was haunting A. Alternate, Backup, Copy…we all had such degrading names, names that didn't fit any of us…A wanted to be a rock star, not Alternate, I wanted to be L not Backup, and Copy…well Copy wanted to be a fashion designer…he always was strange. C was Copy, he came after A died. C had that look about him that you couldn't tell if he was gay or straight pretending to be gay. C's real name was Christopher C—you know I couldn't spell his last name if I tried…
Anyway, C was nice enough, and oddly enough, his lifespan kept going up…I spent months puzzling over that, and never came to a solution, maybe it was because, unlike with D, I had no intentions of killing him, who knows. C left shortly before I did, and last I knew moved in with the love of his life and became a fashion designer, after changing his name to Marco, in a vain attempt to hide from L. I left a month later, stayed a week with Marco and his boyfriend, during which I was subjected to a total makeover. Never argue with a gay fashion designer and his makeup artist boyfriend.
AN: Poor B, I hope he learned his lesson. Sorry these are short, if I keep going, I'm going to end up babbling...