Author's Note: I've decided I'm going to stop using "Author's Note" at the beginnings of my author notes.

So, this chapter marks the introduction of BB into my tale. Hooray for BB!!

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5 - The Arrival

The year is 2007. It's been 5 months since L denied the applicant. It's been 2 months since L returned to active duty. It's been two minutes since he laid eyes on a hauntingly familiar face.

"Hello again, Ryuzaki."

L glared. "Nice to see you again, BB."

When L last saw BB, four years ago, he was wreaking havoc in Los Angeles. Now, he wanted to join The Agency.

"You know I can't let you join."

"Why?"

"You're a wanted man. Why aren't you in prison?"

"Let's just say that I was a good boy in jail."

"You mean, you're on parole."

"Fine. I was a good little boy in prison. Those simpletons somehow saw it fit to release me and give me a few years of parole."

"Why do you want to join us?"

"I am repented. I want to make the most of my second chance. I want to do some good for the world."

L turned to face his window. He stared at nothing in particular in the outside world. "What would you have to offer us if I accepted you?"

"Well, I beat you didn't I?"

"..."

L sat in deep thought. He did. I've never been so thoroughly beaten in all my years as a detective. In all my years as L. But... He screwed up in the end. He had us and he messed up in the end... No. We got lucky. He was flawless...

"So say I let you join. How do I know you won't go crazy and kill us all?

"That's what my parole officer is for." Shit. That's it... It's over...

"I see... So once you're off parole what are you going to do? What will stop you then?"

"I'll have you to worry about."

"Why? You've already beaten me once."

"..."

L was quickly growing bored of the outside world. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. He didn't want to turn around and have to look at BB, so he decided to wrap this up. "Well... I'll think it over... And I'll contact you with my answer in a day or so."

BB knew the discussion was over and, in all likely hood, was his dream. He walked to the door and stopped. "Yes, Ryuzaki. 'Til then." He bowed. He left.

L turned back around to stare at a spot on his wall. He missed a suspicious looking Uret Imakim walking across the street.

Meanwhile, BB was wandering aimlessly. He wandered for hours. When darkness started to fall, his scars from his battle with L in 2003 started to sting. The crisp, late January air was especially painful. He decided to evade the cold and get something to eat.

He went into a little cafe.

"I'll be right wit ya, sir." Said the young waitress as she walked by to attend to a man in the corner.

BB sat down and thought about things. L is right to distrust me. I probably would snap and kill them all the first chance I got. But, I have a lot to offer. I was able to singlehandedly outwit the great L. In fact, if it wasn't for that FBI bitch, I would have been victorious. The only blemish on his perfect record. The only case L left unsolved... BB sat in deep thought.

The man in the corner also sat in deep thought. He thought about his master's plan. It's been 5 months since Master had assigned him the task of gathering suitable participants for Plan B. Overall, it had gone fairly well. The only reason it was taking this long was because of the drug. That was the real problem. All of the people he found were perfect. Then, they took the drug. Most of their bodies had rejected the drug and they died horrible, painful deaths.

That was the bad news.

The good news was: he only had one person left to find. Unfortunately, that person had to have an especially strong sense of justice and a strong sense of dignity. That name backwards was going to be hell. But, once again, the problem was the drug. This drug rivaled the potency of the one Master took.

It had been 5 months since Master assigned him his mission.

He spent most of that time in this cafe. The young waitress had potential. She had all the requirements to be one of them. Her body probably could have handled some of the more potent drugs. It was her misfortune, and his, that she started working here after he had already taken care of the female participants. That was about 2 months ago. She had intellgence to rival the occupants of Wammy's House. Speaking of Wammy's House...

I should mention at this point that she rivaled the occupants of Wammy's House because she lived there herself until recently. Instead of pursuing a career in crime fighting, she choose a career in art. That was her true calling. Her name was Linda. Well... Her alias was Linda. Everyone in Wammy's House was required to take an alias...

"Sir?"

"..."

"Sir? Uret-san?"

"Huh?"

"Can I take yur orda?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, Linda... I'm not ready yet..."

"It's alright, Uret-san. I'll be back in a bit."

BB was in deep thought. His thoughts made him resent L. He almost took Linda's head off when she arrived at his table and shook him out of his stupor.

"C-can I ta-take yur or-orda,... s-sir?"

"Uh... I... would like some Strawberry Ja- No! He likes Strawberry Jam! I'll have something he doesn't like! I'll have Wasabe!"

Linda was cowering in fear against the bar. "O-okay... I-it'll out i-in a b-bit..." She hurried to the safety of the kitchen.

Damn it! I'm proving L right! I was this close to killing that girl!"

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

"What...?"

"I couldn't help but overhearing..." Uret sat down across from BB. "But, my boss also hates that bastard."

Uh-oh... Trouble's brewing...

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