Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note

Warnings: This story contains Yaoi, violence, gore and profanity.

A/n: This is a Beyond and L story, it will touch on Raito and L situations in future chapters, but this is primarily and BxL story. This is for all true Beyond and L fans! I really hope you all enjoy reading it!

Summary: Years after B met L, wanted and claimed L, after B became L and B was taken from L – L comes to face the supernatural killer – Kira. L wanted revenge, it would be the sweetest thing he ever tasted, perhaps sweeter than the tastes of... Beyond, L’s secret pseudo sacrosanct perversion is the only mistake Kira ever made.

Chapter One

- Cross my heart I've sinned -

The sound of small footsteps could be heard in the hall, it echoed as the child bolted through the emptiness, slowly getting louder and at its loudest as the child ran past the door of his room, and then it began to fade.

He glanced at the corner of his laptop screen to find it as just after six, someone was late to the dinner hall, whoever the child was, he or she would probably only miss the dull commencement of prayer before eating, which to him seemed like a waste anyway.

L sat hunched in his wooden chair, one leg off, his toes barely touching the ground as he kept his foot tensed in to a point and one leg on pressed to his chest, his toes gripping lightly at the edge of the wood, he was staring at the computer screen that held a statistics chart but he didn’t care for his work right then, hence the reason he sat with his eyes wide and unseeing at the bright monitor.

His messy black hair was in disarray in front of his face and he could barely see anything anyway, he took a moment to remember it had been at least five days since he’d washed it last, simply not bothered to tend to it when he bathed, it had oiled out considerably and he discovered upon brushing it back with his hand, that while it frayed out above his head and stuck out in all directions, only a few pieces of the wispy black strands fell into his face.

He absently smiled, very slightly and pinched his bottom lip playfully as he rested his chin on his knee, going back to staring at the screen. He sighed into the silence and his eyes fell on the caramel fudge cake left for him, the slice was half eaten and L had forfeited it for the cherry flavored lollipop, which was shortly discarded in his tea cup along with half the sweet syrupy liquid, now cold.

He was feeling anxious and wanted the sweets, he enjoyed them and even at that moment craved them, but he felt as if he might throw up. He noted the sound of footsteps in the hall again, only these were steady but light, L turned his head so his cheek rested on his shoulder and his eyes, taking on a lazy size, could focus on the door to his room.

As expected a single knock and the door opened, Quillsh Wammy entered carrying a tray and L’s dark grey eyes instantly narrowed,

“I feel un well Mr. Wammy.” He stated quite quickly and turned his head away from the older man, making sure his face was hidden and his apprehensive expression was not visible.

“I do hate to have this argument with you L, but I assure you it won’t discourage me.” His voice was so calm and yet authoritive enough to make L’s face take on a childish expression of unhappiness and he pulled his other leg onto the chair so his knees were against his chest, burying his face against his knees, his arms rapping around his legs as well, a battle position of sorts, a display of defiance.

Quillsh spared the sixteen year old a glance and only shook his head with a fond smile,

“I have brought you things that you mostly enjoy…” he continued speaking despite L’s curling in on himself, “…roast and gravy…some mash, although I know you’re not fond of potatoes…and fresh sweet corn…” he looked at L who made a gagging noise.

“You will eat it…I won’t leave until you have…” Quillsh again injected the recommended amount of authority into his voice and stood next to the two chairs and table near the window, the food set out on the tray still fresh and warm.

L didn’t move for a moment, feeling that Mr. Wammy was watching him he pulled his face in an exaggerated pout and gave an equally exaggerated sigh as he dropped his feet to the ground and stood up, slouching his shoulders the way he had become used to from being in front of his computer most of the time, he walked over to the table and sat in the seat designated with food.

Quillsh folded his arms over his chest, showing L he had no intention of leaving until the plate was empty, L looked at him with his grey eyes slightly sad, hoping he would see the pleading, the smell of the food wafting up into his nose, Quillsh raised a graying eyebrow expectantly and L sunk, his shoulders against the wooden back, his legs straight, this was a sign of exaggerated defeat.

Quillsh had become used to this, once a day L was to eat a proper meal, he had the choice of meal, breakfast, lunch or dinner, and very rarely did L get away with not eating the whole day and merely surviving off sugar, but tonight was no such a rare lucky night as Quillsh had noticed L was not well in the past two days and so had decided he’d most definitely be eating properly tonight.

L raised his thin fingers and took the fork very slowly between his thumb and index finger, making Quillsh smile,
“You seem especially persistent with your difficult behavior tonight…” he pulled out the other chair and sat down elegantly, another action to make L realize he was not going to get impatient.

L didn’t look at him and stared at the plate as he picked up the knife…two minutes later he’d cut a piece of the roast beef and was chewing it with an expression that Quillsh found it difficult not to laugh at. He was used to L’s exaggerated manner of tantrums and unhappiness, the boy was very spoiled and was almost never refused anything he wanted, except when it came to eating.

L’s face was concentrated so hard on the scowl that Quillsh was certain the muscles there would be sore later, another few minutes later and two mouthfuls of the mash was gone. Quillsh leaned back comfortably and glanced around the room.

L’s room was that of a teen, not typical but not unlike, there was a pair of jeans lying on the carpeted floor, obviously worn at some point and never put into the washing basket for laundry. His double bed was not made, and even though L had a tendency to fall asleep on the carpeted floor before the bed, the sheets and comforter along with the pillows were in a terrible upset, as if he’d been jumping and rolling around in it, the latter was the most likely. The book shelves were neat, but all other cupboard surfaces were covered with papers and files and sweet wrappers, the occasional tea cup, the main desk had L’s laptop and it seemed the neatest part of the room, but Quillsh’s old eyes noticed something peculiar and he gave L a questioning look suddenly,

“Why are you boxer shorts on the ground?” he asked having noticed that several pairs were lying on the carpeted floor under the set of drawers, and one thing L was meticulous about was his clean clothing, because wearing anything unclean was not something he did.

He was currently poking at the corn in his plate while chewing on a mouthful of meat, and apparently the last of it too,
“I…didn’t feel like wearing any of them…my black ones are all in the laundry basket…” he mumbled around the food in his mouth, staring at the corn as he poked the fork through them individually.

The older man frowned and looked back to the boxer shorts, two blue pairs and one grey, he sighed and looked at the teenager he’d apparently raised as a spoilt brat,
“L…you cannot be serious…does that mean you forfeited underwear simply because you couldn’t find a black pair?” he asked seemingly annoyed.

“I have requested numerous times that you only purchase black underwear for me…” he said stubbornly.

Quillsh found his eyes twitching,
“You are well aware that underwear is not sold in one color, and very rarely sold individually packed, since I find this is one of your more…unnecessary…requests, I will not walk from store to store to find packs of black underwear.”

He stood up seeing that there were few scraps of food scattered on the plate, L’s black eyes raised to follow his guardian with feigned innocence as Quillsh grabbed the tray rather hastily,
“…and as I’ve said before, if you would like, I will take you out to shop for yourself.”

“You know I loathe public Mr. Wammy.” He continued to look as innocent as possible with his eyes wide and empty.

“Then you’ll wear the bloody colored underwear.” he didn’t shout really but his tone was leaving no room for argument and L watched him walk to the door in his perfectly steady strides before he stopped with his hand on the door knob,
“Also I expect you will clean your room before the week is up…as is out agreement..” he was watching L’s face from the short distance, but L just blinked.

Quillsh sighed,

“I’ll bring you strawberry shortcake shortly…” he said just audibly and the door shut closed once he’d left. L brought his thumb to his mouth and let it rest lightly between his teeth as his lips formed a smile around it, Mr. Wammy was quite mean when he wanted to be even when trivial things like boxer shorts were involved, but he was still getting his favorite cake for eating the ghastly food.

The taste lingered on his tongue and he stopped smiling, instead he grimaced, he turned on the chair to glance at the bathroom, he’d have a bath shortly and wash his hair, because he was certain he could smell the food in it as he sat there.

An hour later L was sitting in his bath tub, bubbles overflowing and the hot water practically at the brim of the large bath.

The scene was quite amusing since amidst all the bubbles all that was visible of the teenager was his wet and sharply spiked black hair, lathered with forgotten shampoo, the water could be heard moving as L occasionally shifted a limb beneath the sea of bubbles.

Quillsh had brought him desert and then left him alone, bidding him good night after reminding him again about his room. Over the few months of this deal with Quillsh about maintaining neatness in his room, L had only bothered once, all other times Quillsh had resorted to getting the orphanage staff to do it eventually.

He had no intention of doing it this time either, instead he thought he’d perhaps read a book, he was certain he’d seen a truck delivering new books to the orphanage library that afternoon, he smirked to himself, his eyes widening with excitement, on his shelves were all of his favorite books read over the years, which he purchased to collect, if he found anything refreshing in the library he would be buying new books soon.

The idea made him grin and he leaned back into the bubbled before submerging himself into the soft bubbles.

He left his room when it was lights out at Wammy’s, silence was his favorite sound after all, the only noise was the light pat of his bare feet on the cold floor as he walked, his hands in the pockets of the black sweat pants he wore and a faded grey hooded jacket was pulled over a white short-sleeve shirt.

He hadn’t bothered to dry his hair so it was currently still partially damp and falling all over his head and into his face, his grey eyes staring dully ahead as he walked.

He walked slightly hunched, down the first stair case, along two other halls, slight anticipation building as he neared the library…only to stop dead in his tracks and a very stubborn expression of unhappiness settled on his pale features.

There were older kids in the library, by older he meant under seventeen, none reading, L could make out two boys and two girls, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out from the hushed talking and lounging on the couches, but he was a genius, so it goes without saying.

He chose to avoid the situation all together and he turned on his bare heels, he’d rather not tell them to get out and risk walking in on anything he’d regret witnessing. He was going to head back to his room but he’s feet carried him to the stair case where he went down the final flight of stairs and then into the main hall and he now walked somewhat faster.

The halls were in darkness but he knew the floors so well he walked them effortlessly, he made he’s way to Whammy’s front entrance and once there, an almost nonexistent sigh emitted from him, he would just spend some time outside until he felt like going back to his room.

He pulled open one of the heavy doors and the chilled England wind pushed him back lightly, he hadn’t noticed from being inside that it was in fact drizzling, a light pitter patter and the lights on Wammy’s ground made the rain drops seem like little silver flashes as they fell.

He stepped out of the inner warmth onto the small entrance arch and a small smile crept onto his face, his index finger coming to rest between he’s lips as he thought of going out, he liked the rain, he always had, it always comforted him.

He didn’t acknowledge the tiny sniff or the little cough that followed it, even the small headache he had seemed to be ignored; he wouldn’t accept that he might have been ill. With renewed vigor he extracted a hand from his pocket and out came a strawberry flavored lollipop and he unwrapped the tiny candy and popped it into his mouth, his grey eyes looking over the orphanages front grounds, the green grass was slightly muddy and the walls surrounding the property were darker now that the brick was wet.

As he stepped forward from out of the doorways protection the drizzle began falling on him and it seemed heavier now that he was getting wet, it was then he heard a shuffling on the grounds and his eyes automatically darted around the large expanse, scanning for anything suspicious.

It took a moment but L noticed that someone was sitting under a tree several meters from where he stood, there was little light so he could just about make out a silhouette.

For a moment he thought about shouting to the person but that wouldn’t be smart if he didn’t want to be scolded by Mr. Wammy for being in the rain, so instead he walked down the few steps and into the muddy grass, feeling the squishing between his pale toes and reveling in the feeling, all the while focused on the person sitting and apparently not noticing him approaching.

Once L was just underneath the slight coverage of the tree he stopped, his feet side by side, slightly slouched posture and one hand in his pocket, he brought a hand up to remove the lollipop from his mouth and his grey eyes opened and became round and unblinking in recognition.

The other boy raised his eyes first to look upon his company before his head tilted up and he blinked,

“Hello L.” he said with lack of any real tone, much like the way L spoke.

L’s eyes averted and he looked around almost as if he were ignoring the boy with slightly lighter grey eyes than his own, sitting with his legs crossed.

The boy didn’t say anything and instead continued fiddling with the sleeves of his white shirt, L‘s eyes settled on him again,

“B, why are you outside in the rain?” he asked before slipping his lollipop back into his mouth and reinserting his hands into his pockets.

“Couldn’t I ask you the same question?” he responded and a small hardly amused laugh could be heard from B.

“Indeed, but I asked you first…” L said for no real reason.

B, or Beyond as L also knew him, placed a hand into his black hair and scratched his head, sending the wet clumps of black hair into a new arrangement,
“I like the rain.” He answered in a soft voice, “…don’t you like the rain L?” he asked the older boy.

L didn’t blink as he stared at Beyond, he did like the rain, but Beyond could not have known that…so for all of the boys natural similarities to L, he didn’t want to believe that this could be another,
“It is strange to find you outside…its unusual of you.” B stated and L watched him stand up slowly.

He wasn’t fond of the fact they looked so similar, the same black hair, Beyond’s unnoticeably shorter and in an equally unkempt manner, the grey eyes, the slim facial features and lean bodily build and complexion too, Beyond was fourteen now if L remembered correctly from when he was introduced to the boy a few years back, yet he was about the same height as L, it was only Beyond’s voice that was quite different, it was a lighter voice while L had already come into his slightly baritone voice.

Beyond stepped forward and came to stand in front of L, bringing them eye to eye, he leaned in ever so slightly,

“Is that…strawberry?” he asked with wide eyes and he stared at L’s lollipop in the close vicinity, making his eyes cross.

L nodded and while staring at Beyond he’s own eyes were crossed too.

“…” Beyond was silent and then he broke out into a very unsettling grin, “Can I have it?”

L blinked,

“No…” he said around the sweet in his mouth.

Beyond’s face became unreadable before he shrugged,
“Okay, well, will you come somewhere with me real quick?” he asked looking behind him and passed the tree he had been sitting under.

L was now feeling cold and the headache he had was slowly getting worse, he didn’t know why but he decided to tell Beyond this,
“I don’t feel well, it would be best if I went back inside.” He stated and looked over his shoulder to the door that was still open; he would never really consider accompanying the boy anyway.

“I’d take care of you…” Beyond said with a lopsided smile and L looked at him and a faint frowned came over his pale features,
“I do not require taking care of…”

“Yeah I know, I would though…” Beyond said again as if it were just one of those things.

L found himself genuinely confused by the behavior of the lookalike and he decided to return inside, he turned to leave and started walking away in the direction he’d come from, Beyond didn’t follow but he mumbled a ‘Night L’ and L paused before bringing a hand to his mouth again and he removed the lollipop, he turned and found Beyond standing with his hands in his faded jeans pockets and watching L form just under the trees shelter.

The fact he dressed the same was no coincidence but L usually just ignored it, he looked at his lollipop in contemplation before turning to face B and he held it out lazily for Beyond, he didn’t know if the other would take it but he had asked, so why wouldn’t he?

Beyond’s head seemed to tilt to the side and he quickly approached, his own bare feet making splashing sounds in the muddy grass and once he reached L he took the half eaten lollipop by the stick and smiled,
“Thank you L.” he stated and L did notice how deranged Beyond actually looked when he smiled but he nevertheless didn’t care and his thumb settled between his lips before he turned to leave.

He didn’t look back until he reached the doors and out of a curiosity he couldn’t understand he turned back and his grey eyes opened to stare when he saw that Beyond was still standing there and with his head leaned back so the rain lightly pelted his face…the lollipop stick protruding from between his lips and he was still smiling in his deranged manner.

L’s head tilted before it turned away with the rest of his body and he walked inside, shutting the heavy door and walking mud through the entrance hall, his sweat pants were also muddied and wet and left streaks as he walked to the staircase.

His body was cold and his hair was wet and sticking to his face, his nose felt runny and his head felt hot, his toes partially numb, yet as he made his way to his bedroom on the top floor, L found himself smiling about something or the other as he nibbled his thumb, not realizing he also looked quite unnerving when he smiled, just the same as Beyond.

Please RnR.