A/N: I know I stated that I would post this chapter after my exams but I really don't feel like studying so I've been procrastinating. This chapter is short in comparison to my previous chapters. Enjoy and I hope you like the ending.
Beyond Birthday, with his eyes kept closed, got ready for the show. He took a deep breath but not too deep, so that the cameras couldn't sense it.
'Another day, another show' Beyond thought as he started screaming.
His screams were high pitched and broke often, similar to screams of fear and that was exactly what he was going for. He flung his arms and legs up onto the air hitting a non-existent perpetrator. Sweat started to pour across his face as he overworked his body. He outwardly screamed and cried while he silently praised his acting skills.
Beyond had been doing this little show for months now, ever since L's visit. To the people observing him through the cameras they saw a crazed maniac. One who's reality was merged with his twisted mind. His mind left him with restless sleeps that lasted for days. In his sleep, he would try to protect himself from an imaginary offender only to lose and have his whole body, including his heart, lay still for a couple of minutes as though he were dead. Though, the rare times he was awake he would show extreme emotions. He would laugh so hard that his knees would buckle down and cause him to fall. In contrast to when he would get paranoid and hide in a corner while scratching his arms until there was no more flesh to withstand his dark blood. Beyond gave his audience a perfect show of a person suffering from narcolepsy, a chronic sleep disorder.
Beyond just lost the fight against his offender and laid dead still. Every day, during this part of his show, a petrified person would rush into his cell to place a bottle of water and pills on a table and then rush out fearing the possibility of having to encounter a psychotic person. Beyond waited a couple of minutes after the person left before getting up and heading towards the pills.
He limped as he walked towards the table. Now that he was standing up, the cameras had a perfect view of Beyond's self-inflicted bruises and bony figure. Beyond truly went to extreme means in order to perfect his role. He had no problem with slowly breaking his body, especially since he would have no longer need it.
Beyond took the pills and slid them under his sleeves while giving the cameras the impression that he was swallowing them. He drank some of the water simply to hide his smile. Walking towards his bed, he contemplated on how well his plan was going. Once he reached his bed, he dropped himself- face down- on to the bed. He, then, hid the pills inside his pillow sack with the stash he already had. He was paid with pills for his acts just as street performers were paid with coins for their shows.
Ever since Beyond spoke with L, he couldn't stop thinking of the Kira case. L still thought that Beyond was Kira. L was blinded by his frustration for not having any concrete suspects or proof so he simply pinned the blame on the first person he could think of. His thoughts were jumbled up and his percentages were subjective.
One would assume that L's loss would be Beyond Birthday's gain, but that was not the case. Beyond did not want L to lose to Kira, for if L lost to Kira it would be as though he had lost to himself. L and Kira were very alike in so many ways. They were both childish; they hoped to change the world to their liking with themselves sitting on the top of it as though it were their throne. They both justified their acts by believing that their actions were in favor of the greater good. But most of all they both hated to lose; an aspect they shared with BB but he, on the other hand, did not believe death was considered losing.
Whoever thought of the quote 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend' was clearly not so bright. BB did not see Kira as his ally but rather his competition. He was competing against Kira on who would win against L. BB was not going to lose to Kira, even if that meant he would have to help L. And if L was not able to beat Kira even with his help, then L was never a worthy rival.
Beyond Birthday was planning on committing suicide, something he had planned to do long ago but was stopped. His acts of insanity convinced the doctors at the asylum that he needed amphetamine to stop his unusual vagaries. They saw no harm in giving 'an evil genius'- a fitting description many referred to him as- drugs. They knew that the only way he could abuse the drugs was by harming himself with them, which is something they saw no reason for him to do. Though, they were wrong for he had a reason. By killing himself with a heart attack everyone would assume Kira killed him; that is so with the exception of L who would finally believe that BB was not Kira after the killings continue with his number one suspect under the ground.
Beyond lifted his upper body with his forearms after grabbing all his pills. He stared at the stash of amphetamine in his hands. Half of the amount of pills he had could have been enough for an overdose that would cause him to have an undetected heart attack. He could have committed the deed months ago but he didn't, or rather he couldn't. Now that he was about to commit the deed, he felt unsure.
His mind pulled him into different domains of thought making him feel as though there was more than one person inside of him, all with opposing opinions. He had his reasons for suicide, reasons that he had acted upon for the past couple of months. Though, Beyond was a very fluid person. He could not commit to anything- be it a persona, a name or an opinion- so how was he expected to commit to death. Especially since he would be committing to death under selfless intention, or better put it not completely selfish intention.
Beyond smiled his infamous sadistic smile. He had always adored his mind games for always bringing out the vulnerability in people; though, he never expected himself to be his biggest victim.
Beyond savagely put the pills in his mouth to quench his undesirable thought, the same way a person would stuff his mouth with food after not eating for a prolonged period of time. He took a deep breath while keeping in mind that with death regret could not plague him, a debatable statement but he chose to see it as a fact.
Beyond wished for once to keep his mind blank and simply focus on his deep breaths. His heart was beating so quickly and heavily. With every pump of blood surging through his body, he expected his soul to leave him. The blood flow stopped, forcing his heart to pump harder. His body started to go numb though still holding behind a stinging pain. His eye sight seemed to forget to do its job as it got lazy and simply showed him shades of grey that slowly faded into nothingness. His chest felt too heavy to carry and so he fell endlessly. He kept on falling as sweat coated his body. The burning pain spread like fire across his body feeding on his organs.
Beyond Birthday was dead before he could stop feeling the pain. With him, he took the life of all his personas and names ergo ridding the world of more than one maniac.
A/N: So, what do you think? I can't be the only one who didn't think Beyond died because Kira wrote his name in the Death Note. Never mind that, did you enjoy the story? Did you not? Should I write more Beyond Birthday fan fiction or should I move on to other Death note characters?
