B: Pah, don't be sorry, dear, if that's the case everyone has their off days, right? I'm sorry life's being kinda a downer, but I'm so glad I provide a smile or two, wahh...
Started SNK, eh? Haha... I'm only up to episode seven or something... It intrigues me much; like a perfect tragedy. Yet I haven't cried yet... .3.
Well, the lap-sitting won't happen 'til next story, but hey, it'll happen~~ I hope your week goes wonderfully, now!

So, we leave off with L's defeat? :o B is dead?

In any case, here's your extra chapter... ouo Enjoy~

"Alright, now…," B muttered to himself, smiling idly as he wandered the streets of Tokyo. A tracking device was in his hand. It was a device that could detect high-level security systems within a twenty-yard radius. He had beaten L, now for his next mission.

He grinned. Yes. He'd beaten L. He chuckled darkly. Henh, henh, henh…. Indeed, he had died, hadn't he? He grinned a little wider. Yes, he had.

It was all fake, see. He'd picked a person meant to die off of the streets, and had sedated him. He got his gasoline and his matches, then gathered his supplies. Pliers, to yank out his teeth. The items needed to create a mold of his own teeth…. Because of course he had to have his corpse match Beyond Birthday's dental records. When a body was burned to a crisp, the authorities most often identified a body by the teeth. The dental x-rays. He went into the business building where he would throw his victim's charred body out the window. And he replaced his teeth and burned him, waited for the fire to die out enough, then shoved him out the window with a curtain rod so as not to be burned. Then B hung the rod back up, left the room, and went to another area of the building to wait. Once everything was clear, he'd left the building and had begun the task he was on now.

Why had he lived, though? Why hadn't he pulled through and killed himself? Why wasn't he actually dead, as L thought? It would ensure his win, wouldn't it?

But there was doubt there. It was possible that, although he had an ever-changing lifespan, his attempt at suicide would fail and he would be caught. And what good would that do him? Teru Mikami had been right; it wasn't necessary to die, and it was better for him to live. Sure, if he had died, he would die knowing he had defeated L, but now he could live with that knowledge, and it was a good feeling. Success at last. And although the Nothingness had consumed him, it was a nice feeling to have released himself from L's shadow and surpass the great L.

He found himself chuckling again.

And now L would be stuck thinking that B had died, while he was really working on his own behind the scenes. No, he wasn't dead. He would be working underground, in secret, with a new goal in mind.

His tracking device went off, then, and Beyond eyed his surroundings. No, it was a false alarm. Nearby stood a skyscraper; a business building. That business would obviously have some sort of security system. That wasn't what he was looking for. He kept going down the sidewalk, holding the device as he would a cell phone in his hand, and whenever it went off he would answer it as he would a text.

The tracking device did not truly call his attention until it went off while he was no longer near a business building. No, now it was going off as he stood near an old abandoned skyscraper, left behind by whoever had used it in its time for its insides to gather dust. If it was truly abandoned, then there would be no security system running.

"I found you, Mello," he smiled, and began his preparations.

"Matt, you're still watching the normal surveillance cameras, right?" Mello asked without looking to him, only gazing at the screen showing me with a chocolate bar to his mouth.

Matt paused, looking up from his videogame. He looked back to his computers by the couch. "…Uh…. Yeah." With that, he got up, and headed to the couch to toggle the surveillance screens so he had a full view. Not that there was anything to see. No one would be trying to break into an abandoned building anytime soon…. He sighed and pulled out a cigarette.

"We should stop letting you get those," said Sierra, frowning. "We really don't like you smoking."

"Oh, come on," Matt complained, "Mello never minded me smoking before!"

"Final stage," Mello said flatly, and Sierra beamed at Matt.

"…Right…." He lit the cig anyway, and leaned back, tilting his head back onto the top of the couch and taking his cigarette out of his mouth to breathe out a stream of smoke. He tilted his head forward again to watch the screens as they switched occasionally from one camera view to another. There was nothing, on every single one. Nothing…. Nope…. Nada…. Zilch….

Matt blinked. What was that, there? "Hn…," he muttered, and switched the screen back to the one that he thought he had seen something on. "Oh," he said when he'd gotten it on the screen. There was man all in black, his face shrouded by a hood, sprinting to the camera before disappearing behind its blind spot. "Guys," Matt began, looking over to them as the camera view shook slightly. "We've got a problem."

Mello and Sierra looked to him, and he looked back to the screens. "Camera nine, there's a guy messing with the camera. He's…." Matt watched as all of the cameras went to static. "…Shit."

"What?" asked Mello, standing up and making his way over to the redhead.

"We've lost all camera views. I need to go to camera nine and fix it. He probably placed a bug on it."

"A bug?" asked Sierra.

"And that means we've got a guy doing serious business here," Mello said seriously.

"So, do you think he knows we're here?" asked Matt.

"Maybe," Mello answered, and Sierra stood up. "Matt, you get the camera fixed. Sierra and I will watch the screens for visibility or watch Natalie."

Matt nodded. "Alright," he said, and there was a whirring sound.

"The air conditioning?" Sierra said blankly.

"I didn't turn it on," Matt shrugged. "It must be that guy."

"But the only reason he would want to turn on the air conditioning…," Mello frowned, and trailed off. A sweet smell permeated the room.

"Oh, shit," said Matt, pulling his shirt up over his mouth and nose just as Sierra and Mello did the same.

"Chloroform," Sierra and Mello said together, looking up. But there was still that sweet smell, even through their clothes, and so they all knew they had to go into action now.

"Whoever this guy is, he's serious," said Matt.

"Lock the doors to the basement," Mello ordered. "Now, before it starts taking affect."

"Got it!" he responded, already running off with his shirt still to his face.

Mello could already feel the drowsiness coming on. The notebook, he thought, then ran to the desk to grab it. If he's looking for it, he'll search us. I can't hide it in my jacket…. He searched hastily for the keys to the cupboard, and found them just as his vision began getting hazy.

Sierra lay down on the couch, deciding that if she were going to be sedated, she might as well be comfy.

He hurriedly fumbled with the keys in order to unlock the cupboard, then stuffed the notebook inside, feeling like all of this was only a dream at this point. He closed the cupboard and tried to lock it. Dropped the keys. Scowled, and tried again. He was slipping…. The key went in, and he turned it. Locked. He chucked the keys to where he thought was behind one of the computers, and collapsed. As his vision slowly blacked out, the last thing he saw was the figure walking in the room.

"…Hey, guys?" I called, having heard the multiple clicks from the door. It was silent. "Um…." I sat awkwardly, then shifted in hopes of earning a more comfortable position. It was then that I noticed the sweet smell beginning to leak into the basement, and just the scent made me choke. "I'm really coming to hate chloroform," I rasped. But I couldn't move, and I couldn't cover my face, so all I could do was wait as the drowsiness began taking hold of me. I began to drift.

Somewhere far-off, in another world, I heard the clicking of the locks again. Somewhere else, Light was informing Near what was going on, but even that was fading. As I heard the creaking of the door, I slipped away into nothing.

I awoke again, feeling like there was a weight on my chest and some idiot pounding at the inside of my skull. I grimaced, and rolled over. Put my hand to my head, then wondered how it was I could move. I forced my eyes open, then grimaced again at the sunlight in my face. Sunlight? I thought confusedly, then sat up despite the pounding in my head it brought on. "Where the hell am I?" I asked flatly, gazing at my surroundings. I was in an abandoned home of sorts, in a corner where the roof had crumbled and the sun shone in my face. I could see the vines beginning to climb over the wall.

I eventually recognized the place from Light's memory. He'd gone here before, and he'd actually come here a few times while he was a kid. From my memory, the only time I'd seen it was in the scene where Light was preparing the false bottom to his drawer. But of course, Light wouldn't remember doing that, so….

"…How did I get here?" I asked no one. I was rather confused. I was sure that Mello wouldn't just let me go…. I vaguely remembered smelling the chloroform and hearing the door creak open just before the sedation took hold of me. I blinked. So what happened there? Light was telling Near where I was now, telling him I was freed…. Anna was relieved…. I smiled slightly. Well, I wasn't kidnapped any longer….

I could go home.

Mello and Sierra woke slowly, their heads aching from the sedative that had knocked them out. Mello, upon coming to and remembering what had happened, immediately got to his feet and found the keys he'd thrown soon before passing out. They were, in fact, behind one of the main computers. The intruder might not have found them…. Sierra merely watched him from the couch.

A piece of paper on the large desk caught Mello's eye, and he picked it up to look at it. On the paper, there was a note.

Mello,

Hello again. I'm sorry to bother you like this, but I felt the need to pay a visit. I only wished to take the girl off of your hands. Why? Well, that is, I suppose, for my own reasons. I put the girl in a safe place nowhere near here so your location wasn't given away. I won't come back to this hideout again, nor will I give you away. I have no reason to. I am not on your side, true, but I am not on the side of the police, either, nor am I on the side of Kira. You can doubt me, but that will only deprive you of a hideout again, and I'm sure you don't want this. I do hope that I have not disrupted your plans too much.

The Phoenix

Mello scowled at the paper. That phoenix bastard again? Just what is he trying to do here? Mello wondered with his brow furrowed. He had broken Mello out of jail… yet now he was freeing his captive. Was there any point to his actions? What was the goal this guy was trying to accomplish?

Mello's scowl deepened as he gazed at the screen holding my now-empty chair, wondering just what the next plan was.

I waited restlessly for someone to get me, and eventually a car filled with Gevanni, Rester, Anna, and Light came by to pick me up and take me to SPK headquarters before allowing me home. Both Light and Anna got out of the car to greet me, Anna running to hug me, asking if I was okay, if Mello had traumatized me like he had Sayu, if he did anything mean, if I thought he might do it again…. I assured her I was fine, bringing my arms around her as she did me while Light stood nearby with a lopsided smile. I spared a look at my mind sync and smiled back even as Anna continued on. My niece eventually released me, giving room to Light so he could have his turn in being happy I was back. Anna kept talking while we embraced, the Bond's restlessness suddenly quelled. He held me close and released me only to give me a gentle kiss on the forehead, letting me know through more than the Bond that he had been worried and was glad I was safe again. Anna grinned impishly at this, and Gevanni impatiently called all of us back into the car.

"Alright, alright," said Gevanni, rolling down the window to look at us. "I know this is an amazing time and Natalie's safe – which is great – but we'll have all the time in the world to welcome her back once we get back to headquarters, okay, Anna? You too, Light."

"Oh, come on, I'm not the chatterbox here," Light teased, and Anna scowled.

"Hey!" she snapped, and whacked him. He laughed.

"You know, Anna, you don't need to worry about me," I assured her as Light opened the door for us and I slid into the middle seat and Anna came in behind me. Light went around back and got in on the other side. "I was only kidnapped five days ago…."

"And for how long was Sayu kidnapped?" Anna frowned.

"Three days," Light answered promptly, and closed the car door behind him. Rester put the car back into drive, and we began to move forward towards SPK headquarters. The city began to move slowly by behind the windows. It became rather quiet. I could see Rester eyeing us in the rearview mirror whenever he could, not to mention Gevanni, who I could tell was also definitely keeping an eye on Light and I.

I glanced at Light. His face was pale, and he stared at his lap without looking up. He was nervous. I was free, and he was happy for that, but there was an underlying sense of horror in knowing what this could mean. If we were Kira, just without our memories, we would undoubtedly be given them back soon… and we didn't want that. We didn't want to be Kira. But we both knew that once the memories were back, there was nothing we, the innocent amnesiacs, could do about it. And that scared us. Light was horrified that he could become a murderer just like that, and no matter how glad he was I was safe, he didn't want to find himself acting as Kira again. It made him feel sick, that just that damned notebook could twist him again into someone he didn't want to be. Someone we didn't want to be. And in this, I could feel the anxiety pressing on my chest. All I could do was breathe deeply and listen to Anna, paying rapt attention to every word she said, along with every detail I could find out the window when she wasn't talking anymore.

In this mutual sense of fear and anxiety, his hand grasped mine and squeezed it tight, and I curled my fingers between his in turn. And you know, it made us feel a little bit better.

It was dark. The shades were drawn and the lights hadn't been turned on. The only light source was all of the computer screens set up around L. He and Sam had gotten a message from the police department earlier. Aizawa had told him that those who had performed the autopsy had been unable to identify the corpse in any records. This had only caused L to work more vigorously.

What had he missed? He had to have missed something…. But it didn't make sense. L had been prepared. He'd beaten BB to the crime scene; waited for him to attempt his own death…. He'd been there first. He'd done everything right, so why had he failed? How? He was L, the detective who never left a case unsolved. But no matter what he did, he could not prove for sure B's guilt of the murders, and even if he could, he couldn't put him to justice. No, even if the great L had solved this case, he had still lost because B had died.

L bit down on his thumbnail with a deep frown. Damn it, B….

Sam was on the bed behind him, closing her eyes as she technically worked with him. She had been watching her own screens, widening L's range, but eventually he had decided it would be better if he just concentrated alone and paid close attention to every detail.

As L searched for his mistake, he began calculating possibilities. Had B foreseen his preparations? But I started the cameras up earlier in the day on Saturday…. He watched the footage of the entrance to the building B had fallen from again on fast-forward. Stared at the screen. Rewound it. Played it again. Furrowed his brow and repeated.

A beeping sound penetrated his concentration, and he frowned deeply. Sam rolled off the bed and crawled quickly to the microphone to take it away. Her voice would be altered and scrambled, so it wouldn't matter if she was the one who made the connection and spoke for him. Sam took one of the screens and turned it towards her, then clicked the connection button. An N appeared on the screen, and she frowned. She didn't really like Near.

"Near," she greeted dully.

"L," Near responded, and Sam felt slight amusement in the fact Near thought it was L speaking. However, her immense irritation with BB killed the amusement quickly. "I was contacting you to give you the update on Natalie's kidnapping."

"Please continue," Sam frowned.

"Natalie was set free and is currently at SPK headquarters being checked to make sure she is alright."

Sam blinked. "Did Mello set her free, or was she broken out?"

"Actually, that is still unclear."

"I see." Sam looked at the ground. "Thank you for the information."

"Also, there has been a finding of what might have been Mikami's hiding place. A civilian found an abandoned home filled with canned goods as well as sheets and pillows. There was, however, no one found. It was recently reported to the police, and I thought I'd let you know that."

"Yes. Again, thank you."

"One more thing, L…."

Sam frowned again. "Yes?"

"How are you doing on that side case?"

Sam could swear there was a smile in his tone. Ohh, if she could slap him right then, she would have. "We lost. That is all you need to know. Goodbye, Near." And she pressed the disconnection button before he could respond.

L was still gazing at the screen on fast-forward. This was his fifth time around, and he was beginning to notice something was wrong. He put it in a loop, he thought, frowning deeper. He tricked me with a loop, and I didn't notice. Albeit an intricate one, I shouldn't have missed that. His frown deepened and his teeth bit down harder on his thumbnail. No, I hadn't been paying as much attention earlier on in the day. Not that early. He pulled his thumb from his mouth and turned abruptly away from the computers, standing and heading to the wall of windows to gaze out onto the city below. He knew I'd be setting up cameras…. And he knew that police would be unable to identify the corpse because he has no dental records to identify the unrecognizable body…. His DNA has been thermally degraded because of the fire, so the police records in California couldn't help them….

L bit his thumbnail again as he frowned off into the city scenery.

Poor L.

Happy late birthday to him, ahaha...

Fun Fact: Real-Life Sam really did believe I'd killed BB off, so when that we got to the first scene of this chapter right after B 'died'... Basically she went from saying 'Damn it, BB!' to 'Damn it, Natalie!' ...She was not happy with me. xD

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