Part 1

20th September

"All rise." Said a voice. Beyond wasn't really paying attention. For all he knew, it could've been the president who said it. All he knew was that he'd been defeated and L had won. He growled to himself. L. The name made his mouth taste of dirt, made his blood boil. Yet, there was something else in his mind that rejected those negative feelings. His train of thought was interrupted when the judge addressed him.

"Beyond Birthday, you were arrested by Naomi Misora on suspicion of being the perpetrator behind the Los Angeles BB Murder Cases, correct?"

"Yes, but you have no evidence." He said.

"You tried to set yourself on fire on the scene of the crime." Argued the barrister. Beyond rolled his eyes.

"You still have no evidence. The real killer could have set me on fire. I could have been the next victim. My initials are BB after all." In the background, he saw Naomi Misora stand up.

"May I speak?" She asked. "I have a valid point." The judge nodded. "The defendant is speaking in a certain context to prove himself wrong. For example, he said that he 'could have' been the next victim."

"Oh well done you," Beyond spat "You know grammar. Turns out, you have more than just one use."

That was the last time Beyond got to speak in the courtroom. Everyone decided his fate and he was sent to prison. Just as the handcuffs slipped around his wrist, his psychotic side sprang to life.

"Oh Naomi Misora," He called to her "When I break out of here, you're going to wish you weren't even born. When your time's up, I'll be there. I'll be your death messenger." He had laughed when she shuddered and Raye, her fiancé, gave him a threatening look.

"It's ok." He had heard Raye say to Noami.

A week later

Beyond was staring at the wall, wondering that, if he stared hard enough, the damn thing would fall down. He had calculated that his chances of being mad had escalated from forty percent to seventy and the voice in his head wasn't helping.

"You lost." It would say "You lost to a pathetic detective and his pathetic side-kick."

Beyond slammed his head into the wall, the pain silencing the voice. He'd been repeating this act for five days now and it wasn't helping. Regaining what was left of his sanity, he traced the scar on his neck. His proof he'd been in a fire, forever etched on his form. He smiled to himself sadly, and curled up into a ball. He hated L, yet that was the only name in his mind right now. It was more the a abhorrence, something totally different, but he couldn't place it. Right now, he'd give anything to be out of the hell hole he was in.

29th September

He felt weakness get the better of him. Recently, he'd been refusing to eat, therefore he had no energy. All he could do and would do, was stare at the ceiling. It held far more interest than anything else, apparently. A guard suggested bringing in a psychiatrist and, when no other ideas could be made, it was arranged.

Beyond shifted his head towards the sound of his cell door opening. There, he saw a man in a large, white overcoat.

"Hello." The man said. Beyond, having no energy and not giving a hoot, simply blinked. He wanted nothing to do with the outside world. The man tried to help him by asking him questions, but Beyond simply ignored him. He never trusted psychiatrists.

1st October

For the first time in many years, Beyond was starting to see the downside of being alone. There was nobody to talk to and certainly nobody to comfort you. It reminded him what it felt like when his parents died. He was all alone and nobody was there for him. Nobody to explain what the numbers and letters above each person's head meant. Nobody at all.

"L..." He whispered to himself, hoping that the detective would appear. He'd been contemplating his feelings towards the insomniac and had come up with the following: Hate, disgust, loathe and...

The one he refused to believe. The one that couldn't possibly be true. Beyond blocked out his thoughts and stared at the wall.

He could feel himself dying. He had lost all energy from just drinking water and sanity had abandoned him. However, he welcomed death. Before, it had been a part of his plan. Now, it was simply because he couldn't stand living. There wasn't anything to live for. He'd lost his dignity, his family, his sanity. As he closed his eyes for what he thought was the last time, he could hear the distant shouts of a prison officer.

A few hours later

Beyond awoke to the sound of someone muttering his name. He looked around to find himself in a hospital. Just one question lingered on his mind. Was this a medical hospital, or a bedlam hospital?

He sat up to see someone he never thought he'd see again, sitting next to him.

L.

"Good to see you're awake, Back up." The detective said. Beyond instantly narrowed his eyes.

"One," He hissed "I'm not Back up. Two, why the hell are you even here?"

"I came to see you."

"Well never, Captain Obvious. There's a certain reason you're here. I want to know what that is."

"Can't I visit my successor without having a reason?"

"Oh? I'm your successor again, am I?"

"If you like. Moving on, why did you try and kill yourself again?"

"To get away from you."

"Back up-"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Fine. Beyond, why?"

"No point in living. I've lost everything."

"That's never stopped you before."

"I still had dignity then."

"And... now, you don't?"
"no."

L was slightly amused at Beyond's reasons. They reminded him of what Beyond was like in his childhood. When nobody was speaking, L handed Beyond a jar of jam. Said criminal took the jar and ate the contents faster than anything L had ever seen. It looked quite comical.

"I'm going back to prison," Beyond muttered, after finishing the jam "Aren't I?"

"Yes." L replied.

"Then...do I get a goodbye this time?"

L was stunned. He hadn't expected a request like this, especially not from Beyond.

"Well..." L struggled "What kind of goodbye do you want?"

"I...I guess, a..." Beyond looked into the detective's eyes, a red tint lightly shading his cheeks. Then, he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss onto L's pale lips. Time seemed to come to a halt and the world seemed to spin off it's axis as the act made the detective blush. He was about to return the kiss, when Beyond pulled away.

"Why did I...?" The killer questioned himself, anger rising in him. L saw the madness rise up in Beyond's eyes.

"Beyond...Calm down." The detective said reassuringly. The killer gave him a cold and hateful look.

"But I hate you!" He said "Why did I kiss you? What the hell?" L looked at him with shock in his eyes. He knew that the killer was a little 'different', but not to this extent. If this was a psychotic side to him... L considered what a crazed Beyond would want more than anything... L forced the thoughts of working with a criminal away and took a deep breath.

"Beyond," the detective said firmly "Work with me on my newest case"