Beyond stretched as he got off the plane, his joints popping. The Tokyo airport was crammed with people, passengers and citizens both. It smelled of people and fast-food, with a hint of industrial cleaner. He hadn't run into any issues while in the Los Angeles airport, despite paying for his plane ticket in cash. How those customs people were so stupid, he had no idea. He had robbed a few places before going to leave America, mostly criminal dens so as to leave no trace. It's not like they could report a robbery without being arrested themselves. During the first robbery, he had also stolen some clothes. Couldn't exactly go around in a bright orange jumpsuit, now, could he? After that, he had gone to a small pharmacy and bought makeup to cover his more obvious burn scars. He didn't feel like impersonating L anymore, he had no reason. The entire purpose had been to irritate L, by being a BETTER L. He had then found someone who could create false passports, and obtained one for himself. After having about $10,000 US dollars to spare, he headed to Japan. The Yen he'd get from that would be more than enough to last him until he could rob another criminal den.
He walked out of the airport with only a couple strange looks. He didn't look like the average tourist, and the citizens of Japan saw this. He wore a large button up shirt, very loosely tucked into his also too-large dress pants. On his feet was a pair of ratty tennis shoes, and his suitcase was only a large carry on. Nevertheless, he continued walking the streets well after nightfall. He finally came to an abandoned warehouse in an old industrial district, and decided to settle in there. It was better than staying outside. He pushed the old metal door open, and it let out a dying shriek. He winced slightly at the sound. He'd have to fix that. The interior was just as dirty, if not more so, than the exterior. Rusted metal and bits of old glass were strewn about the floor, and a few of the rusted beams sagged on the ceiling, threatening to snap at any time. There were many weeds around as well, doing nothing to cover up the garbage and other refuse throughout the space. However, there were no recent footprints, or any other signs of people coming in in the recent past. There were also a few doors that led into other rooms, most chained and locked shut. He carefully stepped through the waste all over the floor to the first door. It only held a rusted padlock, which he easily broke with a rock. The door opened, screeching like the first, but not quite as loudly. This room was far cleaner than the other main room, with only some small bits of metal and rocks. No human garbage, no plants, just what was already there when this place had closed. It was also of decent size. He could fit everything he needed in this room, and put the lock back onto the outside to make it look just as untouched as before. Beyond smirked, putting his flashlight down on the floor while he cleaned the room out a little. He didn't need much sleep, and in fact was unable to sleep for very long. Usually 3 hours at a time, five at the most.
Beyond pulled out a watch from his bag. 4:35 am…..no stores would be open at that time, so he had to wait to get the things he needed. He figured that sleep would be the best way to pass the time, so he pulled out a sweatshirt and laid it down on the ground as a pillow. As he fell asleep, a smirk broke out on his face. He would be the one to win this time.
Beyond woke slowly, grimacing at the soreness in his body. He would have to get a sleeping pad when he went out. Sitting up, he felt his spine crack. Yep, definitely needed a sleeping pad. He cracked his neck, standing up from the ground. Reaching into his bag, he got out his money. He walked out of the room, making sure to replace the padlock. Once he was sure that even if anyone showed up, they wouldn't be suspicious of the room, he left. He made sure that no one was on the streets before making his exit. He walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, safely guarding the money. He first stopped at a Uniqlo to get clothes that actually fit. Walking in, he went directly towards the men's section. He grabbed several pairs of loose, dark jeans, a few dark t-shirts and long sleeved shirts, as well as socks. He also got a dark suit, as there was a good chance he'd get into something where he would need formalwear. After he was satisfied with those, he went to get shoes. He just got two pairs. A pair of tennis shoes, and a pair of dress shoes. After purchasing, he stopped in the dressing rooms to change. He left, and his next stop was a computer store. He needed a decent laptop if he was going to investigate, after all. It didn't take him long to settle on a computer. His bigger problem was how he would keep it powered, as the warehouse had no working outlets. After thinking for a few moments, he figured that he would just pretend to be an office worker while in a cafe. No one looked twice at those people, and no one remembered them. He paid for the computer and charger in cash again (seriously, no one found it suspicious?) and left. Now all he needed was food. Unfortunately, most of the food he ate required refrigeration, so he also needed a cooler and some ice. Walking into a camping store, he quickly grabbed a cooler and left. He then walked down the street until he reached a large grocery store. He went for the jam first. Honestly, one of the few things he agreed on L with was that sugar helped in the thinking process, and that strawberry things were superior. He grabbed three large jars before moving on. He next got some strawberry pastries, and a small carton of strawberries. He also got some crackers and bread, and a bag of ice. He checked out, the cashier giving him a strange look through her glasses as she scanned his jam. He quickly grabbed his items and left. He had to drop his things off at the warehouse, then he had to go to a cafe to get a good look at the Kira case. He smirked as he thought about how easily e could beat L with this one case. He would come out of this victorious.
Beyond sat in the back corner of a small cafe, sipping on his coffee-moistened sugar. He wore his black suit, but had the tie undone and the shirt slightly rumpled. He also wore a pair of false glasses, and ample makeup to make his skin seem darker than it really was. He had several pages opened and was constantly switching between all of them. Most had to do with Kira, but one was a decoy page to throw off suspicion in case a customer decided to see what he was doing. So far, he couldn't find much information that could be considered helpful. Most sites devoted to Kira viewed him as a god and tracked the big criminals he killed. Beyond needed more info than that. Looks like he had no choice but to hack into the police database. His fingers flew across the keys, bypassing firewalls and triggers that would alert them to his presence. He quickly downloaded as much as he could, and exited promptly, leaving no indication that he had ever been in their system. He looked through the files he had downloaded and smirked. THIS was what he needed. He now had all of Kira's documented kills, along with details like what they had done, and what time they had died. The times were very helpful, as they indicated that Kira was a student. However, after awhile, the times started changing. One criminal every hour, on the hour. Kira's way of showing that he could control the time of death, kill whenever he wanted to. It didn't take a genius to see that Kira hated losing. However, he could see that Kira needed to have access to police servers to get to some of these criminals, because as far as he had seen, Kira needed a name and face to kill. So, Beyond was looking for a student who most likely had connections to the police. Kira could also just be able to hack like himself, though. If that were the case, he could very well be looking for someone of high intelligence. Beyond could make no conclusions past this, though. He sighed, shutting the laptop. A thought occurred to him. If Kira needed a name and face to kill, Beyond could easily threaten L. He smirked, grabbing a piece of receipt paper and hastily scribbling a riddle on it. He grabbed his laptop and left for a post office. He knew that L would know that he wouldn't actually give out his true name, but it would still get under his skin, since no one else but Wammy was supposed to know his name. After sending that, he needed some jam, as he was currently stuck on the Kira case and needed a boost.
L sat in the hotel room, reviewing the information on his new task force. He would be revealing himself to them in a little bit, and needed to know everything he could. He paused as he heard soft footsteps behind him.
"Watari, I assume this must be about B?" He said, not bothering to turn around.
Watari nodded, despite knowing that his charge couldn't see him. "Yes, we just received this. It's a riddle from him. Turns out he's in Japan, now."
L held out his hand, and Watari placed the small slip of receipt paper in it. L looked at it, and quickly put it down again. He turned to Watari, slightly concerned.
"He knows my true name. The answer to the riddle is 'low light'."
Watari's eyes widened, but L kept talking. "Of course, I know that he is not going to reveal my name to Kira, as he wishes to be the one to beat me himself. But the implication stands. Beyond could easily have me killed, and this also shows that he knows that Kira needs a name and face to kill. Looks like he's trying to solve the Kira case before me."
Watari was about to say something, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. L shooed him out, not wishing for him to be seen just yet. He pushed the riddle and Beyond to the back of his mind and invited the task force inside. He had a lot to do if he was going to get Kira.
A/N: Hey guys! Updaaate! Yaaay! I never know when to exactly end these, so if this doesn't seem like a good spot, I apologize. I hope you enjoy this little story of mine.