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Ahh...ahh, Tumblr. I...also have to problem of being awkward, even when it comes to the internet. :T So...I'll have to work on that if I want to expand in any way. Curse my awkwardness. Aha.
Ohh, so you're into the Percy Jackson stuff now, eh? SNK, well, if you have access to CrunchyRoll you can watch it there... .3.
-Wait, don't feel bad for ranting in your reviews! I enjoy it!
Lap scenes... Well, if you want the LSam that is actually going to happen already so... .-. As for Light and Natalie... I have no clue. I'll try to fit it in~

Mrs. Lawliet: I never really thought about that... I went through again and read aloud every line that said 'boy-o.' There really are a lot. xD Whoops.
Wahhh? I hope you feel better!

Hm, perhaps we should have a double update this week for L's birthday last week? What do ya think?

"I'm dying on Sunday."

Mikami looked at B from his seat at the table. B was currently sitting on the floor in the main room, leaning against the wall with his knees up but not pulled in. His eyes stared at nothing. "What do you mean, Beyond?" the former prosecutor inquired.

"I'm dying on Sunday," he repeated.

"How do you know that?" Mikami asked him, not quite believing. He felt more like he was only humoring the man that sat on his floor.

"Grab the gasoline and grab the matches, and I'll be dead. Dead, dead, dead as a doornail." He tittered absently.

Mikami eyed him. "What are you implying, Beyond?"

"Féinmharú. Selbstmord. Suicide."

"I don't speak any of those languages, Beyond. Please translate."

"Death by your own hand is such an interesting way to die, don't you think?"

"Are you planning to kill yourself on Sunday, Beyond? Is that it?" He turned to better face Beyond. He didn't seem to want to answer, just staring at nothing again. He did that sometimes; he'd just blank out and wouldn't respond. "Beyond?"

"Oh, no, I heard you. I just didn't feel the need to answer. Which answers itself, don't you think?"

Mikami sighed lightly. It was hard to tell sometimes whether Beyond was here or not. He reached what he called the 'Full Moon' phase once more after he'd been found in his room earlier that day, but it didn't last very long. Thankfully. There were times in that stage that Mikami wasn't quite sure how to respond to the situation. Now, at least, he could communicate better. So long as he didn't blank out on him. "I suppose it does, Beyond," he said to the black-haired man on his floor. "Why? Is it because you lost your friend?"

Beyond smiled cruelly but did not remove his gaze from nowhere. "Oh, no, no, no, Teru…. It's to beat L, see. Beat L. I have to beat L."

"How does committing suicide serve to defeat L?" Mikami frowned.

"Because…." His eyes flickered. "Because…."

Mikami waited patiently for his response.

"…Because if I die, he can't catch me. And if he can't catch me, I win."

He frowned at him again. "Beyond… wouldn't you want to outsmart him and live to see his defeat rather than die in the process? It is true that I would die for my cause, but is death really necessary? Shouldn't you live?"

"You don't get it, Teru. You don't get it. You don't—" He cut himself off, and Mikami watched him carefully in case he should have another round of the tremors and the shouting and the frenzied eyes. But no, it didn't seem it. His eyes seemed to clear rather than grow frantic, and suddenly he was looking right at the ceiling rather than past it. "Kira," he said flatly. His voice had changed. It had a sense of sureness to it now, a sense of… sanity, he could almost say.

Mikami shifted. "What about Kira, Beyond?"

"You mentioned Kira being in a tight spot, currently. Why?"

He eyed him. "Mello kidnapped one of them. That's all I'm telling you."

"I see…." He tilted his head forward and stood. Silently walked away down the hall.

"Beyond, where are you going?"

"I'll be right back," he answered shortly. He came back wearing his shoes. He didn't look at Mikami, instead walking straight past him and towards the door.

Mikami stood. "Beyond, where do you think you're going?"

Beyond paused, then looked at Mikami. Directly at him, unlike he had been. His eyes were sharp now. Sharp but somehow empty. "I'm leaving," he said.

"No you're not," Mikami disagreed. "You are staying here. You're not leaving after that episode."

"I understand your concern, but I'm fine." He smiled a grotesque smile that Mikami had seen only once before, on the face of God that day at the warehouse. "I must be preparing myself for Sunday." And he left without a word, before Mikami could stop him. The black-haired Kira was left hanging on that odd note, left to wonder just what would happen with Beyond now out in the world.

That night, Mikami was judging as he always was. The night was dark, and candles were lit around him. All was silent. He still wondered what Beyond could be doing right now, but he supposed he couldn't do anything about it, and decided not to think about him. Now he only worked. And he would work until he felt tired enough to go to sleep. He usually went to bed at exactly 10:30, then got up at six o'clock sharp. It was that routine he had to follow. The silence curled around him like the candle smoke as he worked, until, late in the night, there came a voice.

"Is someone in there?"

Mikami froze mid-name. He closed the notebook swiftly, then silently blew out all of the candles before sliding off of his chair to crouch behind the table.

"Hello? I saw a light in there, is someone here?"

It was the voice of a girl, most likely a younger one. Perhaps a teenager. He heard rustling outside, then the turning of the doorknob. She was opening the door. Footsteps. Mikami found himself holding his breath, slipping the notebook into his jacket in case he needed to hide it.

Ryuk was snickering. "Wow," he remarked, "first a messed-up Kira gives you company, and now there's this girl? You're having an interesting few days, huh, Mikami?"

Mikami, of course, did not respond. He was watching the light of a flashlight search the walls.

"I-I know someone's in here," said the unidentified girl. "I see your things. On the table. Please come out."

Mikami only curled tighter into himself, wrapping his jacket close to his chest, the Death Note still beneath it. He wasn't moving. He watched as the light grew larger; the girl was coming closer. She passed right by him and into the next room.

"Come out, please," she called. Her voice echoed back to him. "I know you're here; I know you're hiding…. I'm not gonna hurt you." She came out of the other room but didn't seem to see him. For a moment, he could see her face. Deep brown eyes and long, dark, thick, straightened hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore thick 'hipster' glasses. Her name was Sara Shizu. "I'm coming back," said Sara. "Please don't hide. I'm going to leave now, and I'll come back tomorrow, okay? I…." She shined her flashlight on the fugitive, and he curled up tighter, looking away. "I see you," she said in a soft voice. "There's no point hiding. Please come out. I'm not going to do anything to you."

Mikami scowled. He had no other choice, did he? Slowly, he got to his feet and faced her. Sara's eyes widened when she saw him.

"Teru Mikami…," she breathed. She swallowed. "Right?"

He nodded.

"I… I saw you on the news and in the papers. But don't worry; I'm not going to turn you in. I want to help you."

Mikami watched her with suspicion.

"I'm not a Kira supporter, see, Mr. Mikami. I'm against him just like you probably are. I want to take you in. I want to protect you. That is… if you let me. My parents and my brother all support Kira, but I'll make sure they won't do anything that would cause your harm or capture."

"And if I refuse that offer?" Mikami asked, and Sara tensed slightly at his voice.

"Then you can stay here…. I won't tell. But you probably don't trust me, right?" she smiled wryly. "And you might be caught, too…. All I want is to help you."

"Why?"

"Because Kira has no right to have to kill criminals like you!"

Mikami refrained from grimacing at her words. 'Criminals like you.' As Kira, that was a very insulting remark.

"I believe that nobody should be killed. Everyone needs a chance."

Mikami gazed at her unwaveringly. Thinking. "If you would, allow me to think on this."

"Of course." She let out the breath she'd been holding. Conversing with a murderer was probably very stressful for her. "I'll… I'll come back tomorrow night then. Alright?"

"That's fine. But don't you dare tell anyone of my location."

"No, no, of course not."

He watched her as she left that night, knowing he may not be able to sleep so well now. He knew he was now in dangerous territory.

"You know, guys…. You could, at least, feed me a little more often. I eat little enough as it is." I sighed. I had been stuck in my chair for two days now, only getting out to use the bathroom. It was rather uncomfortable after awhile.

"Tell us about Kira," came Mello's voice.

"I don't know anything about Kira!" I cried. "Believe I'm Kira all you want, but I'm not, and I don't know anything!"

"We're not giving you a full meal until you give us more information."

"I don't have any information!" I exclaimed, shifting and pulling at my bonds. "How many times do I have to say that?!" I stopped there and began to cough until I wheezed. "And it…" – I swallowed – "…it wouldn't hurt to give me some water more often…." More coughing punctuated my words. I swear, I felt like I was going to hack up a lung.

"We give you enough water to survive, and that's all you need."

"Oh, gee, thanks," I rasped. "Were you worse than this to Sayu? Are you really the reason she's traumatized?" I spat.

"…I never meant to traumatize her. That was mostly the mafia that caused that, not me."

"Oh, just placing blame, now, eh?" I took a deep breath, but it came out shakily as I tried not to cough again. "The only information I have to give, Mello, is the information that you already have. That, and the information that Near has. That's all."

"No matter how many times you deny it, it doesn't change the fact that we know you are Kira."

"You want information? Here's something new: Mikami escaped from jail awhile back, and he's probably judging as Kira right now. How do ya like them apples? In fact, because you probably didn't know about that, Near has made him a wanted man."

"See, this is what I mean. That is helpful information."

I huffed. This kidnapping was going to last forever to me, wasn't it?

Mikami considered killing her. Sara Shizu. And he almost did, too. But he began to think to himself, wondering what God would do in this situation. He couldn't make another mistake. Not like last time. He couldn't afford to mess up when God was relying on him like this…. What would God say about her? He had told Mikami specifically not to kill those not meant to be judged as serious criminals. Therefore… he couldn't kill her. He could always stay here and refuse her offer, but then there would be someone out there knowing where he was, and he couldn't have that. No, no, he couldn't have anyone knowing, for fear of him being found. And if he were to be found, he would be captured. Arrested. And then he would have failed his god.

He thought about what would happen if he agreed to let her house him. Her parents and brother were supposedly Kira supporters. If he could convince them he was falsely accused, they would be all for protecting him. The question was: which was safer? Staying here and allowing Sara to know where he was hiding, or to move into her house with people? If the police were looking for him, which they probably were, then it was likely they would be searching any abandoned house they found. They would ask residents if they had seen him, but if Sara and her family were loyal, they wouldn't give him away. But if they were to tell…. Oh, if only he could somehow contact God, and just make sure….

His cell phone rang.

"Natalie?" Ryuk asked, looking at the caller ID. "She still doesn't have her memories, though…."

She was kidnapped, Mikami thought, then answered the phone. "Hello?" he greeted, his voice low.

"Tamaki?" came a girl's voice. It sounded like my voice, but there was something off about it. Given that I was kidnapped by Mello, this was probably one of Mello's accomplices calling to identify an unknown contact on my phone.

"Yes, this is Tamaki," Mikami said easily, doing his best to make his voice more casual. "You sound a little off, Natsumi."

"Yeah. I have a cold. How've you been?"

"I've been good. My brother's still having troubles recuperating, but he's getting better. How about you?"

There was silence for a moment. "I've been fine. Just checking up on things."

"You alright, Natsumi? I'm serious when I say you sound out of it."

"I told you, I have a cold."

"If you say so, Natsumi. But I'm real busy, so I'll have to let you go. Take care of yourself, okay, Natsumi?"

"Of course. Bye, Tamaki."

"Bye." He hung up the phone and grimaced. He was terrible at acting. He was good at acting calm and stone-faced, but he couldn't break that mask and become out-of-character like that. Not only that, but it might not have been a good idea to answer that phone. Now there was a possibility that they had tracked him, and….

He sighed. Well, that was that. He was going to follow Sara to her home, where he'd be safer. He began packing the things he didn't need into the back, and gathering the things he did need together.

Ryuk noticed what he was doing. "Oh? You gonna go with that girl, then?"

He didn't answer, only continued in his task. He had three notebooks. He couldn't leave any of them here in case the police should actually come here and make a search. He'd have to keep one with him…. He could bury one and keep the other two, or bury two and keep only one…. But it seemed most convenient to keep all three with him, to be careful. As long as he made it perfectly clear that no one was to touch his things, it should work. And he would be extremely careful about it. Cautious.

As he waited for darkness to come, he judged as much as possible before Sara came. He even judged for the next few days, just in case he shouldn't be able to do as much while under Sara's care. He thought and rethought his decision as he judged, but each time it seemed his best option to go with Sara. If only the girl hadn't come in in the first place. Then he could just stay here and not have to worry about this sort of thing. But she had found him, and so he had to pull through with this. He hoped that Beyond wouldn't come back here for any particular reason….

Sara arrived at nine o'clock, at which Mikami stuffed the notebook he was currently using into his jacket to greet her. He picked up his plastic bag and stood.

"You're coming?" she asked. Her eyes were hopeful.

He hesitated, but forced his head to nod.

They crept through the night to a nice house. "By the way," said Sara, "my name is Sara. Sara Shizu. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier."

"…It's fine," he answered.

Sara lived in a nice, two-story home with what seemed to be blue shutters. She led Mikami to the door and opened it to let him in. He allowed her to go first. It was actually a relatively large house, now that he was inside of it. The walls were a friendly cream color, and warming lights hung from the ceiling.

"Sara, are you home?" came a man's voice, and Mikami stiffened. A man with dark hair swept to the side came into the room with a dish and cloth. His eyes were blue, and Mikami's eyes told him the man's name was Kaito Shizu. Looking at his age, he was likely the girl's father. He saw Mikami then, and stopped to stare. "Sara," he said flatly, "who is this?"

"Who, Kaito?" asked a woman, who walked in after him. She had tan skin and brown eyes, her hair dark and thick. Her name was Natalia Shizu. The moment she laid eyes upon Mikami, she stiffened as well. "Sara, this better not be who I think this is."

"Sorry, Mom, but it is. Mom, Dad, meet Teru Mikami." She gestured to him.

Mikami bowed awkwardly.

Natalia bowed slightly, and Kaito stepped forward and pulled Sara to the side. "This man is a killer, Sara, what is he doing here?!" he hissed. Mikami still heard him despite his low volume. He did not react.

"Dad!" Sara snapped, jerking her arm away. "He doesn't deserve to die!"

"If I may say something," Mikami spoke up, and the three of them looked to him, "I was falsely accused of murder. I am actually a prosecutor. Near – I'm sure you know who he is – had accused me of murder because of his suspicion that I may be in league with Kira. I am not, I can assure you, a criminal."

Sara stared at him blankly. Kaito and Natalia glanced at one another.

He was given a room upstairs, next to Sara's brother's room. She told him that her father was going to think things over, but that she thought he would be able to stay here as long as he liked. She told him that he could have all the privacy he wanted, as well. He had accepted this, and had locked the door the moment she had left the room. He judged until 10:30, and went to bed that night wondering whether he had made the right choice.

"Everything's set up, L," Roger's voice said from the speakers.

"Thank you, Watari," L responded. "This case will be ending very soon."

"I hope so, L," Roger said, and L agreed before disconnecting.

Sam sat on the bed behind him, curled up with her sketchbook on her legs. She was currently sketching a certain detective. L. Right now, she was working on the eyes….

It was the night of the twenty-sixth. B was planning on dying tonight, to be found the next morning, the twenty-seventh. Seven plus two equals nine. One of B's special numbers. And tonight would be the last night of the Sinful Murder Cases. B would attempt suicide, but L would catch him, and it would all be over.

Sam moved on to the hair.

All of the surveillance cameras were up. Multiple screens were set up before L, each of them showing four different views. Roger was looking at his own set of many screens. Aizawa, the NPA chief, was also watching some screens of his own. L knew that Sam couldn't concentrate on so many screens on her own without getting distracted or bored…. And besides, L was already watching enough screens, and as Sam was half of him, that would just double the amount he was already watching. And then he might miss something.

Sam started sketching in the body.

Time began to pass as it grew later. B would make his attempt at night. As the darkness grew deeper and the moon shone through their hotel window, the groups of policemen grew more alert, more prepared. They knew their time was coming. All of them were set in Shinjuku, for of course that would be the next place that B would make his move….

Sam began to outline L, and add in some little details. The strands of hair, the wrinkles of the shirt, the shine in his eyes….

One group thought they'd seen him, but it was a false alarm. As the night went on, the police began taking shifts to ensure they didn't fall asleep on the job. They were not like L, and so they couldn't stay awake all night only watching and waiting. But then, L was also eating cake, whereas the police most likely did not have any sugary foods with them.

Sam eventually took her own slice as she began to shade. First the eyes, then the hair, then the face, and onward….

Time passed. Two more false alarms. Nothing.

Sam's drawing of L was finished. She looked at the product, surveying it to see if she could make any changes. She made an adjustment here and there, but there wasn't much to do to improve it. After she finished with this, she gave pause as she gazed at it. Then, she drew a little heart beside him. There. Satisfied, she shut the sketchbook and set it beside her. Now, she could only wait. Wait for B to be caught. It was kinda like that night back in April, when B was captured for the Morbid Artistry Murder Cases. Only… in that case they knew exactly where B would be. Now they had to watch for him.

There came a beeping sound at around one in the morning, and L immediately pressed the connection button. It was Aizawa. "Chief Aizawa," he greeted. "What is it?"

"Camera forty-seven in the Nishi-Shinjuku district," he said shortly. "Something moved there, but I can't see what it is. My men stationed nearby say they heard a thump."

"Send someone out to investigate," L ordered, and Aizawa gave a sound of assent before they disconnected. The detective began switching the cameras on one of the screens to those in Nishi-Shinjuku, including the camera Aizawa had mentioned. He played the tape of camera forty-seven to see what Aizawa had been talking about. Indeed, there was some sort of shadow that fell just a minute ago, and…. L stared very carefully at the screen.

There was another beeping sound, and L pressed the connection button. It was Roger, calling to tell L to put on his headset. He did so, connecting to the police team that Roger specified.

"L, we think we've found who you were looking for," came a policeman's voice. If L was correct, it was Matsuoka speaking. His voice was troubled.

"What's wrong?" L asked immediately upon noticing his tone.

"How did you say he was going to kill himself?"

"Fire. Why?"

"Well, we've got a guy here, at 179 Street in Nishi-Shinjuku. I think the chief said you could see us at camera fifty-seven."

"Forty-seven," L corrected, immediately switching the camera's timeframe so it was live. He could see the police team surrounding the before-unidentified shadow. But now the police had flashlights. L's heart dropped.

"Right, right, forty-seven," Matsuoka agreed. "Well, anyway, we've got a body…."

L listened on to his explanation, but he didn't need one. He could see now what that was that had fallen onto the sidewalk. It was B's charred, blackened body. It was nothing more than a blackened form of a human than a body, really. He could see the bone of his elbow joint sticking out from where he had hit the pavement. His eye sockets were empty. He could see his teeth in his open mouth, as the lips had burned away.

Beyond Birthday was dead.

But that couldn't be; it couldn't. He'd made all the preparations, he had cameras set up, how had he…? He can't have lost now…. L began to get a sort of sick feeling in his stomach.

He began going to all of the cameras in the area where the body had fallen, watched the video of the door that led into the building. He had to have missed something. What had he missed? But….

L lost.

B had won.

...Oh shiz.

Fun Fact: Natalia is not supposed to be similar to Natalie; Natalia is based off of a girl I know who really likes Kaito from Vocaloid. Ahaha...

Review? For...uh...BB's victory? No? How about Kaito?...