Click, click, clicking boots on the floor, and this new decoration is just gorgeous. I have outdone myself this time, dear, because I am smiling and now he looks confused. Pretty face, these days; a little mangled, but pretty. When did that happen? He manages something-like-a-grimace back at B and B grins wider, madder. B isn't really mad, I swear - I'm just a little tired of reality.

Tired of a reality where Something-Like-God can be someone like L and you can't help but wonder "what little Mihael is doing here, bothering to try and stop the Big Bad Kira when Someone-Like-L is going to die in three...two-"

-I'll start counting down in my head, now, because he's shouting and B doesn't appreciate that.

He'll disturb the Feng-Shui of the total whiteness if he keeps this up. Not good for our soul energies. I'll have to rectify this. B kept asking them for a goldfish to even the room's chakra, but all they brought was medicine... and now there isn't much of anything. I am bored, Mihael, but you did provide quite the show.

B won't bother asking how Mihael is allowed in my cell - Mihael has contacts, doesn't he? But B must ask how many people Mihael had to kill to get his hands on those shoes...

He got prettier, but he must have gotten stupider - he looks like he can't quite remember why he's here. Tell B what's wrong...

I am not offended in the slightest as I duck away from the punch Pretty Mihael throws. I'm not offended at all because if a man who laughs at the mirror every day can call his emotional reactions a little skewed, Pretty Mihael has problems. Tell B your problems, Pretty. If I laugh, it's because I saw my reflection.

"You could have helped with Kira."

Ah, Pretty Mihael... B was never after L Lawliet's approval - he was after L Lawliet's attention.

"Matt, then. He looked up to you."

What makes Pretty Mihael think that Little Mail didn't ask B to keep a secret? I saw little Mail's face light up when you took his hand, Pretty Mihael. Saw the way he watched you. Saw his little heart break when you were kissing Lovely Linda in the gardens, that one day- and oh, that was a joyous occasion. See the fact that Mihael and Mail die on the same day and know - just know - it's because Pretty Mihael asks Mail for a favour.

Is Mail still handsome, Mihael? Does he still do everything you ask? Are you still his world? Are you still his everything? Are you still the death of him? Are you quite done trying to strangle me?

Did you kiss him goodbye this morning?

No?

What about Nate?

No matter - Nate will be joining us soon, in ten...nine... It's lovely that you managed to do something first this time, isn't it, Mihael? And your departure was much more spectacular than Nate's.

Though, Mail's was my favourite. Eight...seven...

B thinks Little Mail's exit looked better because you just made him so sad, Mihael, and it made him reckless. Six....five...

That's why Nate will be here, soon. You made him sad - so sad. Four...three...

B sees you have a knack for it. B only makes people shiver. Two...

One...

But it's just as sweet when they scream as when they shoot themselves in the head with no warning whatsoever.

Ms. Bullock screamed blue murder.

It was brilliant.

But we all were.

And look where it's brought us... One....Two...

AN: DEY'RE DED! GEDDIT? LOLOLOLOLOLOL...

Yeah... I like Death Note, I've decided. I apologise to those who only read my 'Naruto' fics- I should poke around with those, soon enough- I have one nearly done that I've had in the works for over a year, which I love to pieces.

Enjoy Beyond's lunacy, in the meantime, y'all! And if you liked this (Here comes the shameless plug)- you'll LOVE (Okay, maybe not LOVE) My MattMello fic :)