Beyond Birthday
"As long as the original existed, the copy was always a copy."

First generation Wammy's House. The experiments, the prototypes. --Thank Quillish Wammy for creating the perfect psychotic killer. And blame L Lawliet.

{{RP side account for Beyond Birthday, for between the ages of 18 to after his supposed death. May deviate from LABB characteristics.}}
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Following in your shaddow.

sadisticchocoholic:

beyondbackup:

Beyond almost looked offended at the ‘fuck you’, but he wasn’t expecting anything different. After a moment of watching Mello shuffle around, he turned his attention to his hands, rubbing them together to attempt to rid of the stickiness from the jam. Which he continued to do when Mello addressed him again. Lifting his head to look up at the blond, he smiled.

❝Oh, Mello, I can’t discredit the fact that you were second at Wammy’s. Why do you think I saved you?❞

"Entertainment purposes. So I was right?" He spoke through gritted teeth, having to ignore the fact that Beyond had brought up the topic of him being second best.

"Beyond. What are you going to do to me? I know you’re not going to just keep me here for no reason. You say I can leave despite knowing the fact that I can barely walk. You obviously just want to watch me struggle for your own amusement. But, you know maybe if you spoke to me properly we could have an actual intellectual conversation." He groaned and pulled himself to a seated position, crossing his legs.

"Do you have burns? Can I see them?" He whispered, looking down at his bandaged arm.

❝Entertainment purposes? Well, I suppose you’re right.❞Beyond wondered aloud, listening to the other as he continued. He wasn’t entirely impressed by him. At least, not yet. Even a dumbass could realise that he hadn’t saved Mello out of the kindness of his own heart. It was mainly for entertainment. But, he supposed, there was also an element of similarity between them that made him guess they would get along. If they were given the chance, of course.

But that was only if B didn’t screw that up himself. Perhaps he should be kinder to Mello from now on if he wanted the company to stick around willingly…

With that in mind, but seriously doubting it would last, Beyond tilted his head at the request, frowning.  ❝Maybe you should look at your own before the ones of the person you hate.❞ He responded in a lower voice, before pushing himself out of his chair; ❝Are you hungry? I’m hungry. I’ll get something to eat, shall I?❞

Following in your shaddow.

sadisticchocoholic:

"Fuck you." He almost spat at the curled up man, he looked so fucking pleased with himself, and Mello hated it. That in itself only made the blond want to walk over there and punch him right in the face. Pin him to the floor and make him choke on his precious Jam…

No… Wait… This wasn’t going to work right? Leaving wasn’t an option. It was cold out, he could hardly walk, and he didn’t know where the fuck he was. Mello wasn’t going to chance it. He was alive now and had at least a glimpse of hope of being able to see Matt again one day. So he’d cling onto that. He’d use that one fact as a reason to keep himself safe.

"I’m going to sleep." He grumbled, as he lay down on his sore side. "Fuck!" He bolted back up and almost fell out of the bed.

Mello propped himself up with a couple pillows behind his back, they weren’t too comfortable but at least with B they’d be clean, that at the very least he knew he wouldn’t have to worry about.

"Beyond. Why did you save me?" He spoke through gritted teeth. Now actually daring to look the man in the eyes.

Beyond almost looked offended at the ‘fuck you’, but he wasn’t expecting anything different. After a moment of watching Mello shuffle around, he turned his attention to his hands, rubbing them together to attempt to rid of the stickiness from the jam. Which he continued to do when Mello addressed him again. Lifting his head to look up at the blond, he smiled.

❝Oh, Mello, I can’t discredit the fact that you were second at Wammy’s. Why do you think I saved you?❞

You Ruined Everything: Congratulations! Your muse is now a parent! (Anon decides the other parent, if any.) However, they aren't quite sure how to cope with this new-found parenthood.
Mundane: The Mun must tell the truth for two days
Old Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character you have Role Played before. (If this if your first muse, then you may deny the M!A.)
Artificial Heart: The muse no longer feels emotions- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their "emotional inhibitor."
Silver and Cold: The world just isn't the same, is it? It's so cruel and grey, there just isn't any point anymore... Muse is now suicidal for six hours
Frozen to the Core: Muse becomes extremely cold natured and seeks any form of warmth.
Jack the Ripper: Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue... Or finishes the job.
Just Shut Up!: Muse hears voices in their head. Anon can pick whose voice it is.
Heartache: Muse feels a sharp pain in their chest every time they think of their lover (or someone/thing they love) for___.
Chained up: For 10 hours, your muse will find themselves bound by chains. They can either have a savior or a torturer.
Command: Muse has to take commands by the next _______ people in their ask (Anon specifies)
Confess: Muse has to confess something they think of or feel toward anyone they speak to each time they speak to them for the next 5 hours
Demon: Muse is a demon for ___
Dreams: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours
On My Own: Muse is lost, and will wkander around _______ (Anon specifies place) until someone finds them and brings them home.
Pretty Please: My Character must grant favours of anyone who asks. So long as they say please. (Anon decides duration)
Say You'll Haunt Me: Muse is a ghost, whom can only be seen if they want to be. Lasts 10 posts
Following in your shaddow.

sadisticchocoholic:

beyondbackup:

Beyond looked up when he heard the other speak on the other side of the door, having almost forgotten he was there, since he was talking so long. He smirked, and screwed on the jam jar lid, putting it on the table next to him again, as he leaned back.

—It’s open.❞ He called back to him. He wouldn’t have locked the door; there was no point. How would he be able to watch Mello struggle when he couldn’t even exit the bathroom?

Mello rolled his eyes. Yes.  This was just entertainment for Beyond, but he wasn’t going to provide it. Not right now.

He kicked open the door and practically stumbled out. It honestly took Mello every inch of determination in him to not fall over, and keep himself standing up freely on his now wobbly legs.

Any second and his knees were going to buckle in underneath him. So with the aid of the wall, he practically ran to the bed. Only to collapse on it when he reached it. Well that should have at least been a tad amusing without completely embarrassing himself.

"So…" He mumbled, as he shifted on the edge of the bed. "How long are you keeping me here?" His eyes stayed glued to the floor, refusing to look at Beyond.

B, with his legs tucked underneath him, only smiled at Mello as he managed to get onto the bed.

❝—Well, there’s nothing to stop you from walking out, Mello.❞ He said, blankly, tilting his head to the side so it rested on his arms, curiously looking him over. Although, he somehow doubted he could leave right now, but it was certainly not of wanting to stay. He hated B, probably more so now because he had saved him. He certainly knew he’d have rather died than be someone’s pet, especially with a crazy person.

❝—How’s the pain?❞ He grinned at him.

Following in your shaddow.

sadisticchocoholic:

Mello rolled his eyes when Beyond let go of him. He was not about to fall on his ass, so he kept himself up on his wobbly legs, that was until B left the room. Then, he fell. But, he grabbed the wall to support himself. Thankfully it was easy to pull his pants down and go for a pee. The part the rendered difficult, was washing his hands.

The last thing he wanted to do right now was look in a mirror. So he didn’t. After what Mello guessed was about five minutes, he stumbled over to the sink and turned on the taps. He kept his eyes down, focusing on the basin, being careful not to look in the mirror.

The blond then dried himself up and sighed. He wasn’t getting out of here any time soon, he pretty much figured he was Beyond’s new toy. But, the strange thing was… He didn’t actually mind. He could deal with that, since Beyond had saved his life.

"B… Can you unlock the door now." He tapped on the door, after figuring out it was locked from outside. He was going to need help back to his bed, and if he had to beg for it, he would. He was in too much pain to care, right now.

Beyond looked up when he heard the other speak on the other side of the door, having almost forgotten he was there, since he was talking so long. He smirked, and screwed on the jam jar lid, putting it on the table next to him again, as he leaned back.

—It’s open.❞ He called back to him. He wouldn’t have locked the door; there was no point. How would he be able to watch Mello struggle when he couldn’t even exit the bathroom?

Following in your shaddow.

sadisticchocoholic:

beyondbackup:

Beyond looked up when Mello tried to get up, and tilted his head to the side, watching him curiously as he listened, smirking only slightly when he rectified the word ‘piss’. The murderer waited until the other had finished, before sliding the jar of jam onto the side and standing up - all in one movement. ❝—You managed to burn about half you’re body, congratulations. Mostly on your left side, so I recommend being careful, Mihael.❞ He smiled, then crossed over to Mello, he grabbed his un-hurt arm, pulled it around his shoulders, and pulled him up. It was possible that he had done it in a way where it only hurt the other minimally, but it entirely depended on whether Mello went with the flow.

Mello nodded to B’s words and complied when he was helped. Usually he would have punched said person helping him, but he had to remind himself. Imagine you’re dealing with you. If someone hit you, you’d flat out kill them, and B is much worse. He sighed and stumbled along with Beyond as he walked, hopefully, to the bathroom. “Thank you B.” He knew kissing ass would get him nowhere. Since he hated suck ups himself, they were no fun. No fun at all. But Mello’s thanks were actually genuine. He’d have been dead if it wasn’t for the older man’s help. Maybe even Beyond’s act had caused Mello to hate him a little less. A little. Maybe.

B rolled his eyes at the next thanks, then opened the door to the bathroom, leading him inside and moving the arm from around his neck. He let him go when they were near enough the toilet, making sure it was next to the wall in case he decided to fall.

❝—Oh, you should be thankful, I’m being so considerate.❞ He placed his hand against his chest with a smile, in almost a mocking way, before turning, and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

He’d leave Mello to try to get out of there by himself. Should be entertaining.

Following in your shaddow.

the-clad-leathered-blond:

Mello’s head ached. There wasn’t much more to it. He knew B knocked him out, that was most of the little that happened that he could remember. He tried to sit up but failed miserably. He tried to open his eyes but that too rendered difficult. In the end he pried on open, only to see a shaded figure sat in the corner of the room.

Obviously it was Beyond, either that or L had randomly grown a loving for Jam. Jam that’s scent filled the room with a sickeningly sweet strawberry aroma.

"If you don’t mind I really need to p-" He refrained from cursing and bit his lip, remembering Beyond’s earlier comment that had gotten him the huge headache he had currently. "-I really need to use the toilet. So…" It was only then, when he looked down, that he realised his clothes had been changed, and his wounds attended to. "Thanks… But if you touched me while I was asleep I swear I will hurt you so-" He sighed and shook his head slightly. Getting mad was going to get him nowhere.

As much as he hated to admit it. Beyond and himself were two peas in a pod, and if he wanted to cooperate then he would have to speak to B as if he were speaking to himself. Man this was going to suck balls.

"Sorry. Thanks. But, I really do need to use the bathroom."

Beyond looked up when Mello tried to get up, and tilted his head to the side, watching him curiously as he listened, smirking only slightly when he rectified the word ‘piss’. The murderer waited until the other had finished, before sliding the jar of jam onto the side and standing up - all in one movement. ❝—You managed to burn about half you’re body, congratulations. Mostly on your left side, so I recommend being careful, Mihael.❞ He smiled, then crossed over to Mello, he grabbed his un-hurt arm, pulled it around his shoulders, and pulled him up. It was possible that he had done it in a way where it only hurt the other minimally, but it entirely depended on whether Mello went with the flow.

Following in your shaddow.

the-clad-leathered-blond:

beyondbackup:

A fire.

              -How ironic.

Beyond sighed, and watched the flames begin to develop, Mihael Keehl at centre point. How useless could that successor get? Of course, his plan worked - well, to a certain extent - but who would write in the Death Note when there were so many other fun ways of doing things? —Oh Wammy, your teaching methods are slipping.

Pushing off the wall, he pulled the long sleeved coat off, and flung it over his arm. If they moved fast, it wouldn’t catch fire, and it would help protect Mello until they got out the building. As he began to walk, a smirk covered his lips; he wondered how the blond would take being rescued - like a little princess - by the person he had avoided to be?

     Well, it was that or death.

For both of them.

Beyond needed entertaining - something interesting to do - or there was no point in living. Mello was his last bet. Near was too… Well, he was too Near, for B. Mello, though? He was the fun side of Lawliet. And there was no way he was going to let him die here tonight.

Plucking his pocket knife out the pocket, he quickly picked the lock, and pushed open the door, keeping his distance in the case of fire. He peaked inside, checking first, before moving in and going to the door to the room where Mello was at. This time, instead of picking the lock, he kicked it open, again keeping his distance before going inside, refraining himself from coughing.

Although, he had chose to die this way; of course he could deal with it. It would be a little silly if he couldn’t.

Immediately seeing a — well, for lack of a better word - disgusting Mello on the floor, he walked over, and threw the coat over him, turning around and picking up a fire extinguisher. After putting Mello out completely, he sniggered and threw it on the ground, before bending down in front of him, wrinkling his noise at the smell of sick.

 ❝Don’t tell me you pissed yourself too, Mello? Come on, it’s only a little fire.❞ He grinned, then grabbed his arm, pulling him up, assisting him in standing - since it was obviously going to be difficult for him.

Mello’s head was fuzzy. He didn’t know if his subconscious was just piecing shadows together and he was seeing things, or if there was a man actually standing there… But when a coat covered him he knew the answer. This was a person. Oh, but not just any person. One closer inspection it became apparent that this man was no other than, yours truly; Beyond Birthday.

The man he had so dearly avoided all of his life, in fear of becoming the monster he was. A savage man. A beast to say the least. The blond hated him with a passion, however this was going to change quite a lot of things for Mello. He knew he would no longer be able to hate his savior, and this thought made his gut clench. For one second he thought he’d throw up again. That was until that decrepit voice mocked him.

Why him? Why Beyond? Surely this was a punishment, although even if it was he’d take it. At least he wasn’t dead, and would possibly be able to see Matt again.

Oh Matt you idiot. Why didn’t I tell you where I was going…

But he needed to stop thinking and start walking. Beyond was… Wait he actually helping him out of this place. Part have Mello’s brain still hadn’t registered it yet because well… This was B, and B didn’t do things like help people. Let alone save someone’s life.

He knew there would be a reason behind all of this, but he didn’t need to know that just yet. In fact, he didn’t give a shit. He just focused on his footsteps, balancing most of his wait on the other. Until he finally felt the fresh air hit his wounds. That was when he knew he was safe, safe, but apparently severely wounded.

"B… Get me the fuck out of here, and get me some fucking painkillers." He managed to mumble, his words being just audible. He was up for no fight. Pain had taken over any of his other worries, and with the whole left side of his face feeling numb, he wasn’t going to appreciate any of Beyond’s little games.

—Language.

Beyond found this a little too amusing. Well, at least Mello could tell who it was. That must count for something.

Sighing, his next action was completely justified. Before Mello could do anything - like he would have been able to - B pulled out a knife and turned it the opposite away around, using the back of it to hit blond - hard - on the back of the head. In honesty, it would be easier to deal with him if he was passed out. Once the younger boy fell unconscious, he picked him up properly, and began walking away from the burning building.

When Mello woke up, his wounds were tended to and wrapped in bandages - all except the one on his face (which had just been treated) - and he was in dark blue PJs lying on a single bed in the corner of a dim-lit room.

Beyond? He was sitting in an armchair a few meters away, eating jam and waiting for his patient to wake up. Mello would hardly be able to see him.

Following in your shaddow.

the-clad-leathered-blond:

This was it. The end. His phone wasn’t here. Matt didn’t know where he was. The only people that did wouldn’t come bother to look for him. No. They’d just laugh, and be glad he was dead, since it would be less fuss for them to actually go out and kill him.

Flames rose around the boy, the leather slowly melting to his skin, singeing and morphing the peach and black to one. This was the one time in his life he regretting wearing the figure hugging clothing.

Disbelief was all that caught him now. Death, at first didn’t seem like such a bother. Like it was something natural for Mello. But it was now, when he was looking it in the face, that he feared it most. Matt would be a wreck without him, probably kill himself not longer, just the thought of it was enough to make the blond throw up.

Great. As if it wasn’t enough that his whole entire left side of his face and torso were burning, yet at the same time a sickening numb. Now he’d manage to throw up on himself. It was either because of the thought of losing Matt, or the fact that he could smell his own flesh cooking.

This ordeal was horrific, ghastly. He just wanted out. Someone to either come save him, or end this living nightmare.

A fire.

              -How ironic.

Beyond sighed, and watched the flames begin to develop, Mihael Keehl at centre point. How useless could that successor get? Of course, his plan worked - well, to a certain extent - but who would write in the Death Note when there were so many other fun ways of doing things? —Oh Wammy, your teaching methods are slipping.

Pushing off the wall, he pulled the long sleeved coat off, and flung it over his arm. If they moved fast, it wouldn’t catch fire, and it would help protect Mello until they got out the building. As he began to walk, a smirk covered his lips; he wondered how the blond would take being rescued - like a little princess - by the person he had avoided to be?

     Well, it was that or death.

For both of them.

Beyond needed entertaining - something interesting to do - or there was no point in living. Mello was his last bet. Near was too… Well, he was too Near, for B. Mello, though? He was the fun side of Lawliet. And there was no way he was going to let him die here tonight.

Plucking his pocket knife out the pocket, he quickly picked the lock, and pushed open the door, keeping his distance in the case of fire. He peaked inside, checking first, before moving in and going to the door to the room where Mello was at. This time, instead of picking the lock, he kicked it open, again keeping his distance before going inside, refraining himself from coughing.

Although, he had chose to die this way; of course he could deal with it. It would be a little silly if he couldn’t.

Immediately seeing a — well, for lack of a better word - disgusting Mello on the floor, he walked over, and threw the coat over him, turning around and picking up a fire extinguisher. After putting Mello out completely, he sniggered and threw it on the ground, before bending down in front of him, wrinkling his noise at the smell of sick.

 ❝Don’t tell me you pissed yourself too, Mello? Come on, it’s only a little fire.❞ He grinned, then grabbed his arm, pulling him up, assisting him in standing - since it was obviously going to be difficult for him.