Author's Important Note: Let me just clarify that this story is taking place where L is dead, but Kira is still alive (Basically this all takes place a few months before Light dies). Please keep this in mind when you continue to read, since Beyond will eventually end up being killed by Kira by the end of this story.
How he avoided being killed by Kira up until now will be explained in a later chapter.
Oh, and one more thing.. Obviously most things in this story aren't going to be canon, such as the ending to this chapter (Don't skip ahead!), but I think I'm making it pretty fun and interesting. What's a story without a few plot twists, right? Just enjoy.
"L.."
I repeated the detective's name slowly, as if I hadn't spoke the letter in years. I rolled my eyes and leaned back in the chair, bringing my knees up to my chest and hugging them tightly. "L Lawliet."
Dr. Phillip's eyes widened, as if he knew just as well as I did that no one, absolutely no one, was supposed to know L's true name. "We're going to have to bleep that part out.." He mumbled to himself, scribbling down a bit on that damn paper he wouldn't let me sneak even a peak at. I sighed, resting my chin against my knees. "Even though Lawli's dead, people still aren't aloud to know his real name, huh?"
My doctor looked back up at me with yet another surprised expression, the ballpoint pen freezing but still clutched tightly in his right hand. "How do you know that L's dead? This wasn't told to the public, if it's true.." He trailed off, glancing briefly over at the red light on the camera to make sure it was still on. It was.
"An old friend came to visit me in the asylum. He told me." I smiled sweetly, intertwining my fingers so I could hold onto both my knees better. Perhaps that was meant to stay a secret too. "An old friend?" Dr. Phillip blinked, head slightly tilt. "Enlighten me on who this friend is, BB. Tell me about what happened."
I blinked a few times and looked down at my hands, playing with my fingers absentmindedly and twiddling my thumbs. "You told me you wanted to hear about the first time I met L. Skipping ahead to Lawli's death before our first meeting is not doing what you asked." I responded simply, curling my toes a bit unintentionally. Dr. Phillip sighed and nodded, pushing up his glasses again on the bridge of his nose with his middle finger.
"Alright, BB, please continue."
Flashback
L.
I wasn't supposed to meet him that day. None of the children in the orphanage were aloud to see L face to face, unless he wanted to schedule a private meeting with his top successors. Of course, you'd never know about these meetings until the last minute, but Watari and Roger would.
The meeting was between only L, Watari and Roger, and no children were aloud to be out of bed at this time of night. However, I was, being the curious and rarely tired child I was. To be honest... The reason why I slept less at Wammy's my first year there than ever after that, was because I missed my stuffed bear. I couldn't help it, that bear just helped me fall asleep better, that's all.
The door to Roger's office was slightly ajar, allowing me to peak inside and get a decent look around the room. I saw Roger sitting at his chair behind the desk, with Watari standing beside a jar in front of the desk. But who was the one sitting in that chair? He looked only about three years older than me, he couldn't have been older than seven. I narrowed my eyes a bit, as if that would help me see better, and tilted my head to the opposite side. "L... Lawliet.." I bit my lower lip to quiet myself from reading his name out loud, realization hitting me only a second later on who this must be. It was L! The L! The one we were all supposed to be striving to be just like! Who would have thought that L would be his actual first name? How interesting. A slight smile playing on my lips, I sat down on the floor silently and hugged my knees to my chest as I continued to watch, my guard always up to escape if I needed to.
But suddenly.. The weirdest thing happened.
"Whoever's watching from behind the door... Step inside." L spoke loud enough for me to hear.
Everyone's eyes grew wide, including my own, as L managed to sense my presence without even glancing once in my direction. "One of the children are watching?" Roger asked, standing up from his seat to get a better look at the slightly open door. I scooted back a bit so I wouldn't be spotted, even though I knew it was no use.
And just as I did, the door swung open, leaving me face to face with the young detective himself. He looked down at me, and I up at him, our eyes never leaving eachother for what seemed like the longest second of my life. "Stand up." L said and held his hand out to me, which I gladly took to pull myself to my feet. I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck after L released my hand, noticing how he rubbed his own on his jeans after. "B!" Roger scolded me once he figured out who was watching, standing beside Watari, who held a surprisingly calm look. Actually, The only one who looked upset about what was happening, was Roger.
"B." L repeated, staring straight into my crimson red eyes, almost as if he was trying to read my thoughts. It was creepy, because that's exactly what I always did to others. My gaze was unwavering as well, taking in not only his appearance but his demeanor, especially those dark black eyes of his, and the bags underneath that were obviously from sleep deprivation. "What were you doing? You know you aren't supposed to be out of your room at this late hour." L blinked, stuffing both his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
"I.. Heard voices.. And was bored." I mumbled dumbly in response, curling and uncurling my toes repeatedly, which I only noticed a second after that it was a habit of L's to do the same. "..At least you're honest." L responded, shrugging his shoulders and glancing briefly at Watari, the old man who took care of him. "Most would simply use the excuse of going to the bathroom or to the kitchen for a drink. But I admire honesty." He turned his attention back to me, giving a nod.
"How old are you?" I asked suddenly, chewing on the inside of my bottom lip. "L?" "Seven years old." L answered without hesitation, not bothering to deny being L himself. "And you?" "Four." I responded after a moment of thinking, eyes wandering up to both of the adults, who were staring at the two of us. We were only small children, who conversed like young adults.
"Well, then.. B.. Perhaps you'd better go back to your room. And this time, do at least try to go to sleep. Don't come out of your room until morning." L stepped back into the room, as if I were being dismissed without a say in the matter. "What if I have to go to the bathroom?" The slightest of smirks appeared on my lips, as if I was intending on using one of the excuses L spoke of earlier. "Then hold it." L gave me the same smirk in return, spinning around and hopping back into his seat. He sat the same way as I often did, knees hugged close to his chest, arms wrapped around them firmly. Though he unwrapped one after a second of getting comfortable, raising his thumb to his lips and biting the nail.
"Goodnight, B." Watari gestured to my room across the wall, closing the door fully and even locking it. I didn't want to stay anymore, the sounds would be impossible to hear even if I did. But that small encounter.. Certainly did leave me wanting more. This L was a lot more interesting than I'd thought.A
After that day, while still in Wammy's, I only saw L a few more times. The second was yet another time when I wasn't supposed to, though L didn't catch just me, but A as well. I dragged him along only a year after meeting him, just after we treated eachother like friends. He knew it wasn't a good idea, and knew we'd probably get in trouble, but a child's curiosity is something very strong. We couldn't not take the opportunity. He couldn't. Even if it would've been easier for me, having already met L before.
The third was when L called us both into the office, his top two successors, Alternate and Backup. "Don't call me Backup." I growled at him immediately after he spoke, our eyes both narrowed at eachother. "But that's your alias... Backup." L repeated. Damn you, L. Trying to test me. I huffed and started towards him with my hands balled into fists, though L and I both knew I wouldn't actually try and hurt him, I was still pulled back by Roger and held a reasonable distance away. A and I both hated those aliases. Alternate. Backup. What, were we robots? I guess that's all we were in the end. Prototypes gone wrong. The next generation, the one with Mihael Keehl, Nate River, and Mail Jeevas, they were the true successors to L, I suppose.
I'm sure there were plenty of other times L came for private meetings in Roger's office, since I noticed those two times were the first of every month. But they must have been at different times, since while I was awake on some days, I heard no voices. They had to be more careful after A and I got caught that second time, I guess. Either that, or I just stopped caring as much.
Even though I was young, and felt such strong emotions for A - Which I only discovered later was love - I still felt an odd obsession towards L. Was that infactuation as well? Love? I don't know.. At such a young age, I barely knew anything in that department. And I certainly couldn't predict what would happen in the future.
End of Flashback
I cleared my throat and took a sip from the glass of water on the table in front of me, exhaling a soft sigh and placing the glass back down. "I want strawberry jam." I requested suddenly, looking back up to meet my doctor's gaze. "Can I have some?" Dr. Phillip sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I'll see what I can do. I know the nurses have allowed you strawberry jam once this interview is over, though I don't think you'll be permitted to eat straight from a glass jar. A container, maybe. Remember what happened last time?" He raised an eyebrow, which brought a chuckle to my lips from the memory.
"Oh, yes..." I responded vaguely, smiling at the thought. One might be confused on how I'd be smiling at this, but I guess I'm not the easiest person to understand, far from it. I smashed that strawberry jam jar against the floor, used the shards of glass to cut myself and staff members who'd attempt to take the glass away. I even stabbed one in the neck, which resulted in them almost bleeding to death. Funny, huh?
"BB.. You remember the question I want answered now, don't you?" He started up again, leaning forward a bit more in his seat. I sighed dramatically, "Stupid L's stupid death." I responded childishly, fidgiting a bit where I sat and glancing up at the ceiling lights. I stared straight into them, as if mesmerized by the bright white color which made my eyes shine a brighter ruby red.
"Dr. Phillip wants to know who visited me in the asylum to tell me L was dead.. He wants to know who my old friend is. But he'd be shocked to know the answer.. I know the young man who came to visit me will see this as well, and he'll probably get hounded with questions from the ones he works with as to why he would ever come and meet me." I smirked slightly, rocking back and forth a bit. "Not that I care. I'll be dead by then."
"Would this person get in trouble for coming to see you..?" Dr. Phillip blinked. "Why?" "Because.. L's orders were against it.. But as I said earlier.. One's curiosity cannot easily be contained." I shrugged my shoulders, chuckling a bit to myself. "I see.. So this person worked with L?" He asked, "What was his name?"
"His name..
Touta Matsuda."