AN: Standard disclaimers apply.
Also B's psychoticness is random, mostly because he's finally telling his story, it will continue...
After spending a week with Marco, I wandered, trying to plan my revenge on L.
If L is a freak, then B is an extreme freak.
If L is a genius, then B is an extreme genius.
If L is the World's Greatest Detective, then B is the World's Greatest Criminal.
That was my logic and no one was going to convince me otherwise.
I did it to get your attention Lawli! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT! I SHOULD BE FIRST! NOT YOU!!!! YOU NEVER UNDERSTOOD US! IT WAS ALWAYS L THIS, L THAT!!! A DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!!!! I bet you didn't even know his name, but now you do, and when I kill you, I will ask you what it was. You better remember it…
I slowly lost myself in the years leading up to the murders, I was slowly becoming L…I was slowly becoming the man I wanted to beat. By the end of the case, I had lost my will to live. I was the final victim, but also the killer, if Misora hadn't figured it out…damn woman…but I give your pawn credit Lawli, she's one heck of a detective. I can see why you chose her. Now on to what I'm sure you want to know. How the hell I am alive. Simple I was registered in the prison system as Rue Ryuzaki. I escaped later, digging my way out with a plastic spoon, since I wasn't allowed knives or forks, thank you Lawli, I know it was your idea, have you tried eating pancakes with a spoon? Not that I did after I threw a fit about no jam on day three. I left America and headed for Spain, back to Marco, for a month this time, my back had acted up again, and I'd needed more surgery to fix it. The burns from the fire hadn't been completely treated, just enough to make sure I could move. My face was relatively untouched; fetal position does wonders for protecting your front.
"Holy shit, B…what the hell happened to you?" Marco asked.
"L." Was my only explanation. I was going to have to stop coming back to him, but it really is his fault for trying to take A's place. If A were alive, I'd be going to him, not Marco, but sadly A is not here and I am stuck with Marco.
"So what did L do that caused you to be burned so badly?"
I didn't want to tell him, but I did. His eyes widened slightly, but otherwise remained normal. He was there when I killed D, H, and Q.
As soon as I could walk without falling over, I left. Two weeks later, at a coffee shop in Madrid, I saw Marco in the paper; he had been killed backstage at one of his fashion shows…
WHY IS IT THAT ALL MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD?!!?
Can I beg a review?