Authors note: I am having a ton of time to write at school (I'm supposed to be working on a research paper on misdiagnosis of bipolar disorder,) and this story has been inspiring me, so here is yet another chapter. Special thanks to korn4457, Mystical Tears, and Meohy for reviewing the first 2 chapters. You guys are awesome!

Disclaimer: I don't own L, or Beyond Birthday, or Near, or any of the other characters, only this alternate universe.

Mikami was giving me some trouble. Sure, as someone with OCD, who just got their routine all messed up, some whining was expected. But really, he was awful. Not only that, Near was freaking out because there was a new person. He had enough trouble with the people already in the house, so I wasn't entirely sure that adding another one was the best idea. Oh well…

"L, where is my Lord Kira?"

"Mikami, he is not Lord Kira. He is a deranged teenage boy named Light Yagami."

"NO! Do not insult god! He is justice!" He ran up to me, grabbing my note pad, and ferociously scribbling names on it.

"Mikami… I'd like my note pad back please."

"DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!" I took out my walky talky.

"Hello, security? I have a code yello security infringement,"

"By Whom?"

"Teru Mikami. Please take him away."

"Okay, I'm sending people over now."

"Thank you." I put the little black plastic box back in my pocket, sighing. Sometimes my job just wasn't worth it. That was when I heard another knock on the door. Damn… It couldn't be another Kira fanatic, could it?

"Hello." I answered the door, and standing outside it were 2 young men. One was blonde, and covered in skin tight leather. The other had reddish brown hair, was smoking a cigarette, and had a portable game player in his hand. An older, yet in good shape man was holding each of them by the scruffs of their shirts.

"I'm Quillish Wammy. These two boys are my adopted grand sons."

"What is the purpose of bringing them here?"

"This one, Mail is schizotypal I believe. He avoids reality, and is always engaging in video games. This one, Mihael, I believe is bipolar, and also a pyromaniac. On top of that, both of them insist on using fake names. They refuse to answer to anything but Matt and Mello. Could this be some form of paranoia?"

"I'm sorry to hear that. Of course I will have to give them each psycho analyses to see if you conclusion is correct, but your diagnosis seems accurate judging by their postures. And yes, I have seen paranoid patients before who exhibited similar side affects."

"Thank you. I was very worried about them, and this was the only place I could think to get them some help."

"Not at all. Would you like to come in for some coffee?"

"Yes, thank you." I walked the elderly man in, followed by his two adopted grandsons. They seemed to be a bit more than friendly though, given by the way Mello/Mihael was stroking Mail/Matt's leg.

"Where should we put them?"

"I'll just ask security to deal with them. They can each go to their individual rooms."

"No, that won't do. They can't be separated. They are extremely close. They grew up in an orphanage together, and haven't been separated since." That struck a nerve. Beyond and I had grown up in an orphanage together…

"No, of course not. I understand," I pulled out my walky talky for the second time that day, "Roger, could you move another bed into the single room at the end of the hall?"

"Yes, of course."

"Okay, thank you." I sighed. I had yet two more in mates to add to the mix. With these numbers, we'd have to start keeping people in cages, especially if they were obsessed with Kira. I led Quillish into my lodging, the part of the asylum where I lived. I got out a pot, and filled it with hot water.

"How do you take your coffee?"

"With one sugar, and one milk."

"How long have the boys been exhibiting symptoms?"

"A few months now. Mail has always been into his games, but lately its become unprecedented. The time he spends in reality is actually less than the amount he spends on his games. And when he isn't playing, he is confused. He doesn't seem to be able to tell the difference between reality and virtual reality. And Mihael, well he has just been worse lately. He will go from one extreme to the other. And when he is in his manic states, he is obsessed with burning and exploding things. So he comes up with these plans. They are brilliant beyond all imagination, yet all involve destruction. And when he is depressed, he simply lies in bed all day, eating chocolate."

"Yes, it does sound as though they are exhibiting the symptoms." I handed him the coffee, and was about to start drinking my own, when a piercing shriek filled the room. It was clearly coming from one of the parts of the psych ward.

"NO! There can't be any more!"

"Yes, Near, I am afraid that there are a few new patients," Roger was clearly having trouble dealing with the adolescent, but then again, he only had the job to pay for his insect collection.

"Get away from me!" I walked out of the room, and into Near's with Quillish in tow.

"Near, what's the problem?"

"There are too many new people. I don't like them. Especially that one," he pointed in Mihael/Mello's direction, "he's filthy and smells of ash. Please wash him."

"Near, they aren't going any where. They are patients just like you." Mello (as I will refer to him from now on) seemed to have been listening to this conversation.

"What did you say about me?" He pulled something out of Matt's pocket, who seemed to follow him around where ever he went. It was a liar.

"I'll set you on fire, sheep boy."

"Please don't. I don't know where your hand, or the lighter has been." Mello didn't take a moment's hesitation. He flicked the lighter with his left thumb, and threw it at Near, who's pajamas caught on fire.
"Stop! Make it stop!" He shouted, clearly terrified.

"Quillish, please go get some water. And do it quickly. And as for you Roger, get security to remove Mello. And if you can, please also get some water."

"Haha! That's what you get for calling me filthy! Your lucky I didn't have more time!"

"L! Make it stop please!"

"Near, I'm trying." Upon this, Beyond wandered into the room.

"Fire? I want some…" He walked toward Near, who scuttled away, trying to avoid contact.

"Beyond, this isn't the time for that."

"But I must be L. The only way to beat L is to burn, you see." With this, he promptly burst into tears, and ran from the room.
"Beyond!" I called after him. I could still only see that boy who had once protected me, and loved me so much. Finally, Quillish returned with the cup of water. The flame wasn't large, it had only singed Near's white pajamas. He wouldn't have burned his legs if he'd been willing to do stop, drop and roll. But seeing as he was obsessive compulsive, I didn't see that happening any time soon. I doused the poor boy, making sure all signs of fire were gone, before sending Roger to the doctor to get medicine for Near's burns.

"Near, can you stay calm? I need to go help another patient."

"Yes, I can. Will you lock my door? I'm afraid…"

"Of course I will, Near." I heard the lock click shut as I pulled the handle. Good. Next I had to deal with Mello.

"Hello, Mello. My name is L. I will be your psychiatrist."

"Fuck you. I just want to burn things, see?"

"Yes, Mello. I can see that." I snatched the lighter from him, along with the complicated written plan he'd invented, and also illustrated. I flicked the lighter, setting the plans on fire.

"See what fire will do to things you worked hard on?" I asked him, watching fury develop in his eyes. It was then that I finally noticed Matt, in the corner with his games. I took the controller out of his hands, and confiscated his games, putting them in my pouch.

"Hey!"

"No games for you." I was nearly 97% certain that Matt's problems stemmed from the video games. Now I was finally able to go to him. The reason why I stayed in this job.

"Beyond? Are you doing okay?" He was crying in the corner of the room. Fire was kind of a soft subject for him. It had been with fire that he'd attempted suicide.

"L?" His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw me. It was times like this that I could tell he could remember our past, before something made him snap. Still crying, he wrapped his arms around me, and clung to me like a child. I petted his hair consolingly, and let him sob on my shoulder. I hugged him back, and held him until he fell asleep. My poor Beyond.

"I really do love you," I whispered into his ears. And although he was sleeping, I could have sworn he heard me, for his hold on my tightened by just the slightest degree.

Please, please, please review! If you do, I'll love you forever! Also: Am I making Beyond too vulnerable?