A/N: Yes, my lovelies, I have returned…..with another angsty, violent, dark, and some rape/romance plot bunny! ((GASP)) XD

This story was inspired by my lovely chat family on DeviantArt, and the love I have for Beyond Birthday :D. Now, do not expect quick updates with this just yet, I still have This Eternity, Not So Sweet and Normal Days, and A Deathly Fairytale as well. I'll try to work on multiple stories at the same time to get them out quicker, and I hope you will enjoy this one as well.

Now….lets get the warnings/time period out of the way:

- This is M for a reason. There WILL be blood, gore, violence/bondage/some torture, and will have mature Yaoi along with rape scenes, and much angst. If any of that is uncomfortable for you, I suggest you read another one of my stories. : )

- This WILL have spoilers for the DN novel, "Another Note", including the character of Beyond Birthday. There will also be spoilers for L's real name, along with many of the other real names (Watari, Mello, Matt, and Near)

-This takes place during the Kira case, around the time L suspects Raito as Kira, and Raito knows Misa Amane is the Second Kira.

…..Hmm…well, that's all I can think of for now. Oh, and this:

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, or its characters, nor do I own Another Note or its characters.

Well, now that that is done with, on with the show, and please let me know what you think!

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And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be

false to any man.

- "Hamlet", Act I Scene III

One-Thirty-Three AM.

That is what the clock read as L gave it a quick glance while typing on the laptop seated in front of him. The others had retired to their homes hours long ago, leaving the bushy-haired man to himself for some well-needed peace and serenity.

L didn't hate those on the investigation squad, mainly for the reason he could not due to their needed assistance, but also the raven-haired man found that hating others to be a waste of time, and it was a difficult for L to hate anyone to begin with. Perhaps because he was not a personable man? Or maybe because L thought of hate as such a strong ideal, that it did not deserve to be connected to humans themselves, but more their actions and ideals. Either way, L knew that one could not hate those who were assisting him in the most important case of his life, especially when those of the Task Force were somewhat of good beings, though their faults could be read sometimes quite easily. But L still could not place this odd feeling he had for the other men….was it distrust? Lack of faith? What was it?

With a heavy sigh as he continued to type up the reports of the similarities and differences between Kira's victims, along with glancing at the papers listing the suspects he was investigating at the time, that which included Raito Yagami, star student and son to Soichiro Yagami, the raven came to realize what it was he had been feeling towards these men for the past few days:

He disliked the change he had had to make when it came to asking others for help.

If there was one thing L, the World's Greatest Detective, hated, it was change. He was a monotonous being, wanting to keep things simplistic, clean, and running how they usually did. L had never had to ask any police force for great assistance on any case he had ever solved. Sure, he sometimes asked them to help somewhat, and that was fine and all, but….

He had never had to show his face to any of those men and women before, along with ask them for a great load of help as he had asked of Soichiro Task Force.

It wasn't that L didn't think he could handle the Kira case on his own, he did, but the twenty-four year old had come to the conclusion the police's assistance and connections would some day soon be needed. And that could only happen if L showed his face to the men whose trust he needed, and get them to work with him personally.

Thinking of all this had put L in a bad mood, again, so he pressed a small black button on the large laptop in front of him, connecting him to Watari's room.

"Watari, I need something sweet to clear my thoughts."

"….."

There was no response on the other line.

"Watari? Oh, you're probably busy at the moment. No matter, once you are finished, bring me a piece of that strawberry cheesecake you bought yesterday, yes?" With another click, the connect was cut, and L let out another tired sigh, curling up into his traditional crouch even more as he glanced through the paperwork spilled out in front of his ebony-gray eyes.

The main room's door creaked open not a moment later, and L didn't even turn his head to look at the man standing in the doorway, the golden light from the hall shining into the large room, with multiple lounge chairs and two couches, one of which L was sitting on at that moment.

"Ah, Watari, can you just leave the cake on the table? I need my privacy for the moment."

"….." Silence, except the footsteps grew louder, therefore closer. But L noticed the sound the footsteps made; they were quieter than Watari's normal footsteps. It was if he had on a different pair of shoes.

"…Watari, are you alright? You are awfully quiet tonight. Did you bring the cake?" The raven tried to hide the eagerness in the voice.

"…" The footsteps silently stopped and now L could feel a presence behind him, but he still did not turn his head, instead choosing to gaze at his paperwork even longer.

"….Watari, is something-"

The man behind bent down near L's ear quickly, L could sense it, and automatically, he knew this was not Watari.

"Aw, L, I'm sorry….it's not Watari." Came the dark whisper from over the raven's right shoulder, and L audibly gasped.

He knew that voice. That dark, maniacal voice.

A voice he'd known long ago, but hadn't heard it is ages.

A voice…..that should be dead.

With breakneck speed, L jumped up from the couch, and turned around, his normally wide, dark eyes even wider in fear and shock.

It…It is him…. But…

The detective just stared, openly gaped at the other man standing before him.

It….was B.

The other stood there, looking exactly like L: Messy raven locks, white T-shirt, faded blue jeans, and tennis shoes. The only major difference in appearances was one thing: B's blood-red eyes. L had never known why they were red, only that they were, and they both shocked and amazed him at the same time. The copy was also holding a jar of strawberry jam precariously in his bony, pale hands.

"B…..Backup….." L quietly sputtered out to the other.

B had had a toothy grin at the mention of his letter identity, but it turned into a sad pout at the mention of what he used to be called.

"You still refer to me as that…..that hurts, Lawli."

Another audible gasp from L at the partial mention of his real name, his eyes widening to their furthest extent.

"H-How….?"

"How I know of your real name is of no importance to you, L. You are probably wondering how I'm alive, yes?"

L gave a silent blink as a reply, not trusting his voice or the majority of his body at the moment

"I'll take the blink as a yes, then." B smirked to himself as he unscrewed the jar of jam, "I hope you don't mind I took this from your fridge, I just couldn't resist!" He gave a toothy smile as he flung the lid across the room, the metal top hitting the wall closet to L with a clang.

B began to dig his hands into the jam, pulling out the gooey substance with vigor and passion, his red eyes lit up with an ecstasy-like look. The younger one wasted no time, and began to lick the jam right off his hand, his eating habits mimicking that of a wild animal.

L internally grimaced at the animalistic display, even more so when B dunked his hand again into the small jar, drawing out more jam and continued to eat it in his fashion with many a noisy slurp.

"…..Normally…..I wouldn't…..talk while…..I eat…..but…..I don't…..we don't…..have much time…..so….." B took a long slurp of the jam here, "I shall speak now."

The detective just stared at the other, who breathed quietly then opened his mouth with a devilish smirk attached to speak.

"Did you really think I would die just like that L? So…pathetically? So….simple? Did you really think I would have a death such as that in that insane asylum? That is where those at the Los Angeles Prison sent me you know….they thought I was crazy, L."

L blinked, finally trusting himself enough to respond.

"…..It was assumed Kira killed you, Back-"

"Don't. Call. Me. THAT!" B screamed and in a insane motion, threw the jam jar across the wall, it shattering into hundreds of small pieces, jam sticking to the wall in a paint-splattered fashion.

The copy pouted but sighed, "Oh, well, I did want to leave a calling card anyway…." B smirked at L, a haunted smirk that sent chills down the insomniac's spine.

"Do you still think I am an apparition, Lawli? Well, I am not. …..You went to that asylum once you heard of my death, did you not? I know you did."

"…Yes, I did. I requested to see your body in the asylum's morgue."

The smirk deepened to epic proportions, "And? Did you see me, Lawli?"

"…..No, and I ask you this B: stop calling me by that incessant nickname."

B pouted at the request, "You aren't really in a position to be ordering me around, Lawli-chan. As I was saying, yes, you could not have seen me, for I was not to be dead."

"….But what about the reports stating Beyond Birthday was dead?" L glowered at the addition of "chan" to his partial-true name.

"Ah! You do remember my real name!" B smiled a toothy grin, his eyes lighting up with joy, but the look and smile vanished as quickly as they came, "It's just too bad you choose not to call me that. Anyway, concerning those reports, they were false. Lies printed up by the asylum. Besides, do you not realize Kira could not have killed me? Did you not order my face to not be shown on television or released to the public in any way?"

"….Yes, I did order that."

"For your own safety, is that not true, L?"

"Again, yes, B. I did want those close to me who have seen my face, mostly those located at Wammy's, to see another one who looked like me or become frightened. The same with those in public in case I ever did need to show my face to others."

"Exactly, Lawli. You did it to protect yourself. And the others at Wammy's….the ones you have always cared about….save me, of course."

"….How are you here? How did you get here? How did you find me?" Now the questions were coming too rapidly, different from moments ago when they would not come out at all.

"I escaped the asylum of course. My Lawli-chan, has your brain decreased in IQ points?" B shook his head sadly, "That asylum's security was terrible, and that guard was an idiot", he mumbled under his breath, "He shouldn't have carried a knife so plainly in view." The copy made a dissenting clicking sound with his tongue.

"As for how I got here, well, I just bided my time, watching the news, wondering where in the world my little Lawli would end up, and then the Kira case comes into view!" Beyond smiled another toothy smile. "And there you are, announcing on television your challenge to Kira. I was so proud and so joyous that you had finally appeared before me once again."

"…But this hotel…..how did you find out I was here, at this place exactly?"

BB smiled, and gave a small chuckle, "Why L, don't you know that black Mercedes stand out here in Kanto? Seeing that drive around with Watari at the wheel led me right to you! You order Quillish around a lot, don't you? Along with the fact that I just hung around at the many expensive hotels here in Kanto, just biding my time, waiting for you to appear before me."

L blinked apprehensively, still staring at B, whose red-eyes just continued to gaze back.

"Well, any more questions, L? As I said, we do not have much time to idly chitchat."

"Yes, where is Watari!" The older man came floating back to L's mind, "And why are you here!"

"Watari is a little busy at the moment; I guess you could say he is…locked up in other pressing matters?" A small grin from Beyond sent L into a frenzy of worry.

"And….as for why you are here…" B finally moved after ages of standing still, moving elegantly closer, like a big cat in the African jungle hunting down its prey, towards L, a malicious and diabolical gleam in his eyes.

"…Y-Yes? What is it?" The detective tried not to show fear through words or actions, but his body moved automatically, defensively, away from B, his back pressing closer and closer towards the wall and fireplace.

"Why….it's you." Beyond charged at L, shoving him against the wall, and the older man lost his balance, head hitting the edge of the fireplace, and L found his body tumbling towards the ground.

The sweets-lover let out a groan as he tried to stand up, eventually accomplishing the task, and placed a bony hand on his bleeding head.

"Aww….did Lawli hurt himself?" Beyond mocked sweetly, a teasing grin playing on B's lips.

"You…." L finally got his grounding back, and sent a flying kick towards B's face, but…

The copy caught it. Swiftly and acrobatically, the younger, red-eyed man caught it with his hand.

"Did you really think I cam here unprepared L? I know of your fighting skills…..so I trained as well." With strength unforeseen by the insomniac, B flung L across the room, his head banging into the wall again, this time L falling to the floor knowing he would not be getting up anytime soon.

"That wasn't my full strength Lawli….you should thank me that I did not throw you out the window or into the fireplace again."

L only gave a groan in reply, trying to raise his voice in a scream, but failing miserably.

B softly stepped over to the prone man holding his head, and quietly whispered.

"Shh….you're alright, Lawli…..I can't hurt you that much yet…..I'm not finished with you….we still have lots more games to play…..I wouldn't let you die before the fun is over…." Beyond smiled, and L saw through his lidded eyes the other man pull out a small cloth and L knew it had to be drugged, most likely with chloroform.

The detective's eyes flashed open and he let out a gargled scream as B slapped the cloth over his mouth, and L could already begin to smell the drug; but he continued to struggle, his hips and legs bucking lethargically, but still it was movement.

"Don't struggle, L….it will all be over soon." He quietly whispered, with a scary soothing tone right into the insomniac's ear and B took a quick sniff of L's midnight locks, letting out a small mewl at that unique scent of the other.

L could feel the drug taking effect rather speedily; his legs stopped their movements, and his head fell to the side. His gray-black eyes beginning to close.

Beyond gave a bigger smile, and softly kissed L's forehead.

"Rest, my soon-to-be bloody angel…we'll have fun when you wake up…."

That kiss was the last thing L felt before his world went black….

BANG

BANG

CRASH

Finally, after two hours of trying, Quillish Wammy had busted down the closet door that he had been locked in. He felt like a very, very, large idiot for being fooled and tricked by Beyond Birthday. He hadn't seen the lad in years, and here he just appeared out of nowhere! The young man had come into the kitchen, and at first, Watari thought of B as L….but was instantly fooled when the other shoved him into the kitchen closet.

"Ryuzaki, are you-!"

Watari stopped as he entered the main room. It was dead silent, papers strewn everywhere, L's laptop still standing strong though, but what Watari noticed greatly was the massive amount of jam on the far wall, and the shattered glass as well. There were also a few drops of blood near the fireplace, and the elder's heart sank.

Running to the window, he tried to see if anything suspicious was afoot outside, but he hypothesized Beyond was long gone.

With a sigh of anguish, Watari ran out of the main room, bringing out his cell phone.

He had to alert Yagami-san…..L was missing…..kidnapped…..

Their L was kidnapped…..

A/N: WOAH

Talk about drama….. xD

Well, I hoped you enjoyed this first chapter, there are many more to come! It's gonna be one hell of a ride, literally, so strap in and get set, because there is lots more to come! Please review and let me know what you think! Ta ta for now! : DDD