Beyond Birthday

Beyond L

Beyond the limit

Yes, I know that B went to jail, but for my story to work I decided to put him in asylum. A'ight? Don't get all uptight about it, you nitpicky cretin.

Chapter 1

Five years before present day. This is a few months after the closing of the Kira case.

Blake leaned his head back against his chair, cracked his neck, left it in that strange position; and smirked. He chuckled strangely. "Henh henh henh…"

His dark brown hair had grown wild. He wore a plain white tee shirt and faded, old jeans. His eyes were dark pools that had the power of a Shinigami, even his pale skin had the pallor of a Shinigami's skin. The paleness couldn't be helped though… he had had to bleach his skin. His suicide attempt had left him looking like a 3D jig-saw puzzle gone wrong. He knew that those scars would mark him when he escaped from the asylum. He had always know he would be able to escape...

B, like everyone else, had heard of the Kira murders; criminals all over the world being killed by heart attacks. Hearing that, B, with his vast knowledge of chemistry and biology, managed to make a concoction using some medicinal substances from the asylum to make it look like he died from a heart attack. Just to make sure it didn't look suspicious that only one person from that asylum had died, before he attempted to feign his own death he gave a few other inmates (who had committed crimes but had been put in asylum instead of jail) the same substance but altered it just slightly to make it lethal. By the time B gave himself the concoction no one suspected that it was just a farce. After he was put in the morgue, he used his belt buckle to make a makeshift lock-pick and managed to escape (the morgue was a separate building from the rest of the asylum) into the night. After that, he managed to steal some money from a nearby but isolated gas station (he managed to get about 5,000$ from the cash register and a safe in the back behind a vending machine) using the same makeshift lockpick, careful to leave no fingerprints, but not too worried about any other sort of physical evidence because he was bound to not be the only one who had come to that gas station today. With a set of ATV keys that he found in the safe, he stole one of the ATVs behind the gas station and drove to the closest city. There, he contacted one of his 'friends'; a criminal who specialized in not only making fake IDs but making fake backgrounds as well, who B had blackmailed a while ago, thinking it would be useful to have such a person on his side. The aquaintance, who happened to live nearby in LA (the asylum was relatively close to LA) made B a new identity as 'Blake Holders' and allowed B to live with him until B could get enough money to buy his own house. B aquired a rather nondescript job and eventually managed to buy his own hous. Then, all he had to do was wait until the Kira case was over. He knew L would never even think of allowing people near him during the Kira case.

He briefly thought about the LABB Murders again. What had really made him wonder was why he hadn't been put in jail but had been put into asylum. He figured L had had something to do with that.

He shuddered as he remembered the experience of flames rolling across his body, burning him alive… badly. He hadn't died though. Still, it was probably better this way. Whether he died or not, L had defeated him the first time; better that he lived through the experience to try again.

I should have shot myself instead… would have fit in the pattern as well and wouldn't have left such an obvious mark. That didn't matter though… because he didn't plan on committing suicide anytime soon.

Beyond Birthday, or Blake, as he now called himself, straightened his neck and stood up. Jam… I need jam, he thought. He walked over to his fridge, opened the door and grinned. While he never had liked sweets a lot, when he had been masquerading as L about a decade before the downfall of Kira he had acquired a taste for jam. He grabbed a new jar, twisted off the top, and dug two fingers into the jar. He brought the fingers up to his mouth and started licking the sticky substance off his fingers. The scene was slightly disturbing, to say the least, because the jam was reminiscent of blood. When Beyond glanced into the mirror above the sink he grinned evilly. He liked what he saw in the mirror. It reflected his inner turmoil.

Beyond shook spastically and dropped the jam jar. The sharp pieces of glass sliced into his feet, but he didn't care. He just stood there, shaking and... laughing. At first it was just a soft, normal chuckle. Then it started to sound as if he was trying to cry, but ended up laughing right after he had consumed about a gallon of tequila. Then it bloomed into a full scale maniacal cackle that would but a drunk, high, and demented hyena to shame.

He narrowed his eyes and grinned manically. He was angry… extremely angry.

Beyond always kept a level head. Truthfully, he had never lost his temper for an extended period of time before. He viewed the world as if he was removed from it, and faced atrocities with a cold heart; which ultimately allowed him to kill three people and attempt to kill himself. For the short time Beyond had known Mello, he saw that Mello's main flaws lay in the fact that he was extremely emotional. At least, extremely emotional compared to himself or Near. Beyond thought Near would probably be the best successor for L if L ever died. However, B didn't consider Near worthy of being competed with. Not yet, anyway.

Despite B's unnatural ability to keep a level head, even he couldn't hold in the thirteen year's worth of pure raw anger that he had been sure to suppress during his time in asylum and while he was living with his acquaintance.

When he finally allowed himself to contemplate what his defeat meant… that anger manifested itself in a maniacal laugh, cackle, nay, something the English language could not even describe… that anger manifested itself into a whatever-you-may-call it that put Light's chortle to shame.

B let out a deep, shuddering breath. He was calm now. He growled deep in his throat. There was only one way to make L atone for his sins. With his own blood.

Beyond slowly smirked and started removing glass from his feet. He had never considered such a brutish option before because ultimately, his goal had been to surpass L, not eliminate him. However, any plan that he might have come up with to utterly stump L would have had to inevitably involve B committing suicide; L was now aware that B would resort to even this, however, so the only viable option left to B was to kill L.

Beyond wrinkled his nose in distaste. It was regrettable he would have to resort to such a base and crude plan. Still, he knew exactly how he would get to L.

While Beyond had been with his 'acquaintance', he had asked him to also make him fake PhDs in Police Science and Law and forge a PI permit so that he would eventually be able to act as a private investigator. He would be able to masquerade as a private detective and eventually sign on with the Japanese Police Force, which would get him closer to L. Now, however, he had an even better organization to sign on with; the SPK.

The SPK (Special Provision for Kira) had arisen about half-way through the Kira case. Once a shadowy and unknown organization, it had branched out and accepted more members to discourage other Kiras from emerging, should more Death Notes come to the human world. It also seemed to almost take over L's old responsibilities and took up crimes of unprecedented scope or difficulty. Undoubtedly it was headed up by L, or at the very least intertwined with L somehow. Why else would it have become more of a Japanese FBI than a purely Kira-related organization? Why else would the SPK even have been worried about cases that normally L would have dealt with? To Beyond, it was painfully obvious that L was still involved with the SPK.

It was possible to join them, but it was very difficult to even talk to anyone of status from the organization. B, however, managed to hack into some of the major Japanese Police Force threads and had researched who was being accepted into the SPK. Generally, they were from the Japanese Police Force, but there were around ten private detectives who had been accepted into the ranks (out of about one hundred recruits). Beyond would use his license to become a private detective and start to distinguish himself by solving cases swiftly, decisively and accurately. Once he had built up an impressive résumé in a few years, he would apply for the SPK (which was possible if you had the right contacts. B was sure that he would have such contacts in a few years once his résumé was built up).

Beyond was very patient.