Four basic questions...

A few years ago...

Beyond's legs had hit the wood of that unhappy table about five times out of sheer nervousness. It had been a while since Dr. Smith wanted to talk. Beyond used to regret that he was the doctor of the good news. When he was younger, he had come to the waiting hall, and with all the patience in the world he had explained that Lawliet had survived. Of course, that implies the death of his parents, but Birthday knew deep down that he wouldn't mind so much about seeing them die compared to the value L had for him. It was also this doctor who said that Lawliet would soon wake up, that it was only a matter of time. Because time should really be very late, because four years have passed in this game.

The boy looked around, saw the door opening, the wood creaking slightly. There he came, with his head almost bald and his abdomen lush. The doctor smiled and pulled the handle toward the chair opposite Birthday, without saying a word. It was strange behavior. Smith focused on the boy's eyes as if he were a patient who had just died. The doctor took a breath, clasped one hand in the other and looked around his room uneasily.

─ Beyond, I said I wanted to talk to you.

Birthday nodded hesitantly. From his tone, he had the impression he was wrong about the title of good advertiser he gave the doctor

─ I want to be frank with you. Well ... there is no easy way to say it, but I want you to listen to me. All right?

Not good. That was definitely not a good conversation. She looked deeply at him, hoping he understood that he could go on.

─ I've been analyzing your brother's condition ...

─ Has something happened? ─ He asked before he could understand.

The doctor stood up suddenly, as if he had a stomachache. He turned and started rummaging in the white cabinets behind him. That lack of response was simply one of the clearest and most horrible signs that B could receive that something definitely happened. He was ready to repeat the question when the man turned to him, holding a paper in his hands and spread them out on the table in front of Beyond.

"No," he replied finally, "nothing has happened." That is exactly the problem.

B got out of his chair, squinting to read. The brochure was some kind of advertising. There was a large building in the middle, many letters. The boy was not exactly in the mood to get him to read. And you must have noticed that, because he sighed heavily.

─ Lawliet ... Well, he didn't react to anything we tried and we honestly don't know what else to do with him. ─ The doctor crossed his arms, looked at B and looked at the table again, offering the pamphlet for the boy to take a closer look. ─ And we are losing hope ...

Beyond took them with both hands, facing the photo of the building, which was actually Charles Darwin Hospital. A renowned place, with great doctors and treatments. Much more expensive than someone thirteen would dream of paying.

─ What is this for? ─ He asked, pointing to the sheet, despite having an agonizing sensation in his stomach, he had an idea of ​​what it was.

The doctor's expression fell even more. If he was hoping that B would get the message and make the dialogue easier, he certainly couldn't

─ Son, I have to tell you ... I don't know if you know, but the public service cannot support people in a state of coma for more than four years if they have no prediction of a cure.

Beyond blinked. Either the man had spoken too quickly, or Birthday's unconscious didn't really want to understand.

─ What?

─ We cannot keep you here any longer. - Completed, in the softest voice he found.

Beyond dug his nails into his knee, so hard he almost tore his pants.

─ What do you mean?

─ We can refer you to a private hospital for at least half the price. Many people do this and end up managing to manage expenses ...

"How am I going to deal with expenses if I can't even work yet?" He exclaimed, a sudden urge to shove that stupid paper down his throat in the throat in front of him. It was clearly not a good idea. The doctor didn't seem to mind, on the contrary, he sighed empathetically.

─ I also do not understand these rules. But I have to follow them. I promise I'll help you find somewhere for him.

The boy was not sure if he was angry with the English government or a desperate despair of what was going to happen. Possibly both.

─ But Watari will not be able to pay. He protested, his voice cracking. ─ He has to take care of an entire orphanage.

The doctor smiled (or tried, at least) empathetically.

─ I know Mr Wammy, I'm sure he will find a way.

Silence.

─ What if he doesn't succeed? What I'll do?

The doctor sat down again, landing on the chair like a sad amoeba. He went back to fiddling with a drawer on his bench

a, out of reach of Beyond's eyes. He took out another small letter with tiny letters, smelling of bad things.

─ The hospital has another solution. ─ He handed the paper to the boy, almost choking on the words ─ I'm sorry to have to suggest this, but it's the standard procedure.

Beyond hesitated, but moved his eyes. It was a kind of statement, something to sign. I was confused.

─ It is an authorization. ─ said the doctor. ─ I spoke to Watari about this and he said that the decision should be yours.

─ Decision? What decision?

The older Brit took a deep breath.

─ We have already had cases of people, families, who have had members in a coma for more than four, five, ten years. They suffered a lot seeing their relatives sleeping forever, and ... They started to wonder if there was a way to make them active again. So ... That was when the government adopted a measure that could help them. That is what I am suggesting today.

Beyond hated that nonsense. He began to read the document while the doctor spoke. He saw one, two, three sentences until he started to understand what it was all about, because before that his face was pure confusion. Now it was more like a mix of indignation, anger and disbelief. He stood up, held up the paper for the doctor.

─ Do you want me to authorize you to kill him ?!

The man shook his head sideways, as if he had heard that phrase more times than he would have liked.

─ What we want, ─ he began, very calmly, ─ is to make him alive in other people. This is what organ donation is about. After a while, this is the greatest hope that family members have.

─ You can't be serious! ─ growled. ─ You literally just want to get rid of him.

─ It is only a suggestion, we do not force anything. Your legal guardian asked me to ask you, he just thought it was not right to decide for you, since you are the only biological link with Lawliet that we have news of.

The boy fell into his chair so suddenly that he seemed to have passed out. He snorted and then turned to the doctor, without looking at him, with shaking eyes.

─ That is why I cannot let him die. ─ He whispered. ─ I'll find a way.

[...]

A few hours after dawn fever

Beyond kind of knew it would happen sooner or later.

Nothing could be better that morning. Or at least I thought it was morning, I never knew with those curtains that left the room always night. B didn't even notice when he came out of sleep, until he noticed a loud and insistent noise coming from outside the room, cutting through the wood. He was too sleepy and it took a while to realize it was a phone. He didn't even know that this house had one. I thought it was broken, but apparently it was more useful than ever, dazzling on the other side of the wall.

He snorted, not caring. It was very good there and whoever it was, it could wait. He was still clinging to L, who was an acorn of sheets and hair, sleeping soundly. It certainly needed power after that night.

Birthday laughed and tried to go back to sleep. But the hiss was insistent like a drip. But he was determined to ignore it. They called about four times. B He did his best to fall asleep and he certainly would have succeeded if it weren't for a longer beep, followed by a voice message, or whatever they call it today.

─ It is better not to ignore us anymore, partner. ─ The voices in American English automatically pulled out any remnants of a Brit's smile. ─ We've been trying to talk to you for months, man. We didn't want the deal to reach that point, but you know that your deadline is running out. The boss said it wasn't for the money, but if we were to forgive every small debt, our reputation would fall, and you knew that when you asked for the money. Let's get the money, man. You better be grateful that I'm warning you. Give your way there.

The beep ended like an avalanche. B almost couldn't understand that combination of American English + hatred in the man's voice. It turns out that, almost four years ago, when the English government came up with a talk that L should be transferred to a private hospital because his comatose state occupied a space that should serve for people in a critical situation, Beyond at the age of thirteen, without any relatives to help, he found himself without much way out, obliged to get money in some ways, say, not very good. The big problem was that he only found out about Japanese alternative treatments much later, which caused him to accumulate pending issues in those private hospitals without any kind of perspective. And paying them with borrowed money was the worst thing in life. He thought the guys wouldn't find him on the other side of the world. Well, now I knew I had underestimated them.

He sat on the bed, so nervous that he almost woke Lawliet. He ran a hand through his hair. I had to do something. Like now. He didn't know when these guys would arrive and he wasn't particularly anxious to find out. Would have

that anticipating his trip to Europe, even if it was just a distraction to confuse those idiots, couldn't stay where they were. If they already knew his phone number that he didn't even know he had, they certainly already knew his address.

He looked back at his brother, or what you could see under the sheets. Beyond let out a breath as soon as she realized she was holding her breath, curving her eyebrows and placing her hand on his head. It had all been worth it when he saw Lawliet open his eyes after all that time. Watching him wake up, talking to him, mocking the faces of those stupid doctors who said it was unlikely to return to consciousness after four years of coma. He returned after eight, which was obviously doubly unlikely.

And that was why I had to do something now.

Damn it.

There was only one way out. And she was horrible. His name was Watari. But contacting him now could ruin everything. Or rather, surely everything would be lost by the time Wammy knew exactly everything that happened. Not just about these guys, but really everything that happened.

On the other hand, he didn't have the money he needed. And he would not be able to defend himself against highly armed Americans and very few empaths who were on his tail. More importantly, I would not be able to defend Lawliet either.

Okay, decision made.

He gasped when the soles of his feet touched the almost frozen pottery. He opened the same closet from which he had taken off his coat and began to rummage around like crazy. He spread his clothes across the floor, digging through them.

─ Come on ... It has to be here. ─ He whispered.

He hit the paper, embedded in the bottom of the furniture, partially torn and yellowed, but he felt his heart sink with relief. I brought it to the surface and sped off to the newly discovered phone itself in the kitchen. He took the device, trying to remain as calm as possible. His trembling was proof that he was failing. He typed in the faded black pen numbers and only allowed himself to breathe again when he heard the call was calling. He had no idea how international calls from Japan worked, but he has never been more grateful to globalization before in his life.

─ Hello? ─ The husky and masculine voice came.

Beyond breathed.

─ Watari ... It's me, Beyond.

Time passed.

"Beyond ..." He repeated, incredulous. ─ I've been trying to talk to you for almost three years.

The boy leaned against the wall and said the most cliché thing he could manage. ─ It's a long story, we moved out of the old house.

─ But did the mailbox allowance continue to work? I was afraid that this would happen, so I didn't send it directly to you. ─ stopped, just to complete ─ Oh, heavens, are you okay?

"Watari ... We have to go back to England," he sighed.

─ I think so too! They should have come a long time ago ...

"No ..." He massaged his forehead. ─ We need to go back today.

The line was silent for a few seconds.

─ Today? It is very short notice. Why don't we schedule it for next week?

The Wammy's house mentor had no idea. Typical

─ Watari, you are serious. We have to leave Japan, "he said. ─ I need you to transfer the allowance in advance. Please.

You snorted. ─ What did you do?

Ah, he wouldn't want to know.

─ Look, I can only tell you after we are there.

─ What do you mean? Why? ─ He asked.

Apparently he had to give some explanation. He thought that nothing would sound as convincing as the truth, that these things were no longer there.

─ There is ... There are people behind us. I had forgotten about that. We need to get out of here.

─ I don't like this, Birthday. Where is Lawliet?

─ It is here, but it has nothing to do with it.

Watari sighed softly.

─ The problem, boy, is that I can't transfer enough money for you to come now. The orphanage is in the red, and we fear that it will only enter something significant next month.

Beyond sat on the floor, with the phone cord almost breaking so tight.

─ It is urgent. Please.

─ I can take my salary. ─ He suggested. ─ But even so, I wouldn't give it to you ...

There was another silence. He already expects it

─ Would Lawliet be able to go alone? ─ He almost whispered, as if that hypothesis scared him too much to be said aloud.

─ But what about you? It would be better if you said what's going on.

─ I'll find a way to get there later. ─ Promised. ─ Please, Watari.

─ I am very concerned about all of this, son. But I will trust you. When I have more money, I send you and you come straight here and tell me everything. ─ The voice was overflowing with insecurity.

─ Right. I'll. ─ And hung up.

No, nothing was certain. B was not a month old. I was hoping to have at least a week.

The Englishman leaned back against the wall and released the phone, which was swinging like a gong. He put a hand on his head, kneaded his own face, his breathing slightly irregular from keeping calm for so long

so long when "calm" was all he didn't have. I was still nervous and ecstatic about the fact that he forgot something as important as his fucking debt to the American guys. I mean, of course they would know where it would be since they were the ones who lent the money for the trip.

He would have screamed with hatred had he not been so deadly worried about this situation. It is obvious that they could arrive at any time.

It was about ten in the morning. Birthday locked L's room and flew off to school. He needed L to stay away from it, and to get it, he would have to send him away first. He went out and went to school to get his brother's papers.

[...]

I couldn't believe it.

Light remained looking at him, not quite sure what to do. Until a few minutes ago, when he was in front of his house, Yagami was sure that he could finish this story once and for all, that he would go to the damn college before completing his third year because Harvad had simply chosen him over all. other students from Japan. He was sure that Lawliet would open the door, that he would be fine, that he had not gone to school simply because he did not want to, because that night had meant nothing to him.

But, haha, fate is one of the few things that Light Yagami can't control over his life. You only get behind the damn feelings. Now, he was no longer sure of anything.

Seeing L there, a few meters from him, was almost a mirage. It didn't seem real. As if it were a hologram, as if it weren't flesh and blood. Looking at him like that without waiting, of pure surprise, sincerely made Yagami doubt how much he wanted to leave it all behind.

The truth is that nothing had changed inside him since that day. It seems that the things he felt were odiously bigger. As always, annoying.

The Japanese man started looking at him from a distance. You could see that L's eyes roamed the room, restless. His arms were crossed and his fingertips were moving nervously. He was the third in line for assistance, the only one there who was not a student's father or mother.

He kept looking around, as if looking for something. Light hid behind the pillar before his gaze could find it. It was all so confusing and Yagami just didn't know what was going on.

The great luck was that no one saw him lurking like a criminal, while the boy he had been looking for all morning appeared suddenly after three months of continuous disappearance.

Yagami entered the small room behind the secretariat, where no one ever enters unless it is to get some really important documents. It was all dark, he could watch better from there and that's exactly what he did (although he was feeling slightly stupid).

He could observe with much more attention, the room was all dark, a small window giving access to all the outside movement. Despite this, he was too far away to notice details of the Brit, however much Light really wanted to see them. I mean, it was him, without a doubt, but there was, I don't know ... Something different. Perhaps in the way he moved, he looked at the clock on the wall, observed the environment. Something about body expression. Or Light was really getting a little obsessed with it all. Let's not forget that he hasn't seen L for 90 days and that this time is considerably long for the Englishman's image to be distorted inside him.

At some point, before Light realized, it was Lawliet's turn. He was so lost in his thoughts that he only realized it when he saw the boy in front of him, only prevented from seeing him because Yagami camouflaged himself amid all those papers and the translucent glass. An employee was talking to him and he could hardly hear anything, however much Light tried to stick to the wall, he couldn't concentrate, he was too nervous for that. His heart was beating very fast and very loud. And as always, Lawliet spoke in that irritatingly low tone.

He stayed there, just wondering why this unexpected reappearance after so long. With each passing second, an increasingly screaming voice begged Light to stop being a sucker and go there at once. That was exactly what he had been trying to do all morning.

This was the chance.

But he couldn't move. He was standing like a retard. As much as most of him wanted the answers to all that confusion, something said that there was no more time and that Light shouldn't take any chances, messing with something he knew could make him give up everything. After all, he has learned very well that he cannot always control the things he feels. In short: I was scared

He took a deep breath, wandered around the small room as if all the solutions to his dilemma were there. He closed his eyes, let the air wander in his lungs, you know

Noting that soon L was going to leave and Light had to make up his mind.

"It's all right." Thought. There was nothing wrong. I would do what I told Takada, I would travel without the slightest burden on conscience. Nothing much could happen.

He turned his eyes to his spy spot and hit despair again when he saw that L was no longer in his panoramic view. And it was already getting ridiculous. It wouldn't go away again, it wouldn't start that little game again. Light got up almost skidding, ran to the doorknob and opened the door as if the room was on fire. It couldn't have gone very far.

He ran into him.

Yagami became a stone.

Now I could see every detail of his face (although the adrenaline doesn't allow for great concentration). The first thing the Japanese thought almost automatically, was that his eyes were much less black than he remembered. He also discerned, a rather unusual look of surprise, considering that Light was much more used to his bored face. It was understandable, after all Yagami just emerged from the room as if he were a crazy spy. Anyone would be at least scared.

I might even be happy with that reaction if he weren't paralyzed by the biggest idiot face in this universe. And it must have been a long, long time, because the boy in front of him turned away that almost psychopathic look from Light and was the first to speak.

─ Uh, excuse me. ─ He indicated the way into the room, where Light was standing right in front.

Yagami blinked. But before he could do anything, the secretary spoke.

─ Yagami-san, don't worry, he's with me. ─ Misaki hurried over, sided with L, after all, it was forbidden to enter there without authorization. But that was not exactly what worried Yagami.

Light redirected his (probably desperate) gaze to the woman, then returned to the boy. This one, by the way, seemed much more impatient than anything, with his arms crossed, looking uneasily at the floor and walls.

And just a detail: he didn't look at all shaken. Hurry, yes. However, he kept an expression so indifferent that it was literally impossible to say that he had recognized Light.

No. It was not possible.

L was everything, good and bad, but he wasn't crazy. At most, it made Light go crazy, but he wouldn't just forget about him like that. It is not?

Well, Light hoped so.

But his indifference to the fact that he met Yagami again was not the usual scarcity that the Englishman had with all things. I mean, Light expects him to be at least a little bit surprised. But not. L was acting almost like ...

Almost as if I didn't know him.

─ Light-san, we need to enter this room. ─ The girl spoke carefully, frowning. ─ Is everything okay?

Even better: Almost as if I were pretending not to know him.

He looked at Lawliet one last time, just to be more sure that L was really ignoring him. And doing it incredibly well, because I just couldn't tell I was faking it.

And look, Light thought his acting talents were good.

He nodded to Misaki, shaking his head as politely as his condition allowed, and walking away from the entrance with a long, awkward step. L and the woman rushed in, so Light leaned against the wall, having no idea what to think and, at the same time, forming a thousand ideas. None of them seemed to make any real sense and he really knew too little of L to know how to deduce correctly.

What was that

He walked over to the nearest chair as if he had been shot. He sat down, his body complaining about the confusion of feelings / hormones that passed through the blood like in an amusement park. It was very difficult to associate that L was in the next room, as serious as ever, seeing Light after so many weeks and not giving a damn. Less than that, not having expressed anything. It was a deliberate pretense.

Being rational, (and Light always tried to be, despite everything) that was the most possible solution. And at the same time, it gave Yagami every right to go to Harvard in peace, knowing that all his dramas were completely one-sided, that L was doing very well, even too much, and that the Japanese had lost in his own trap of trying to find out everything about that strange boy.

One hypothesis: maybe L always saw everything as a game.

Light even used to treat Lawliet like a 1000-piece puzzle. He was so determined to find out about the unreachable boy that he did not notice that he himself was being deceived and guided into L.'s labyrinths. Perhaps the little Englishman had planned this from the beginning. Light was the biggest in school, the polite little boy. A challenge, and Yagami had lost.

He could feel anger. But I didn't think I had that right. He did the same thing to several people. If he had something just to feel, it was anger at himself, nothing, but

of this. However, being even more ridiculous, he could only feel something really uncomfortable growing in his chest. A boring and suffocating sensation. A kind of, say, melancholy and breaking expectations. Is that he had thought that ...

No, stopped, without acting like a high school girl

It's all right. He had been brilliant. It didn't even cross Yagami's mind. He managed, splendid, magnificent, congratulations to him.

He removed his own documents from the folder, which had been the original reason for going to school. A picture of you smiled at you, mocking him. And he felt extremely anesthetized, although a sadness was already threatening to emerge within him. Until you heard in the distance.

─ ... So this is really all you need to do the transfer?

─ Yes, but I still think it is very risky to try to find a school in the middle of the year, especially if it is an international transfer.

Misaki and L left the room, the boy held even more things than Yagami, who at that time was already cursing himself for not running out of that school. Lawliet was an idiot and if he really didn't care, Light shouldn't be either.

Even so, apparently Light was already beginning to enjoy being humiliated, because he stayed there nearby, listening to the British man thanking the employee, and passing by like a jet at his side, with all the papers that Light also had in hand. He gave me time to make eye contact once again, trying to recognize some body signal that would prove to himself of the boy's performance, because it was impossible for L to be that good at pretending all this time.

Light managed to feel (still) more stupid.

The worst thing is to know that he still mattered. He could barely contain his body, which was walking leisurely after Lawliet, watching him walk back from his home as if it were an ordinary school day. Those days were good. The best Light has ever had. He scolded the thought with a snort. There was the boy who knew exactly everything about him, and who barely knew his full name.

Lawliet went up the slope where Light had just come down, incredibly fast. The Japanese man watched as he disappeared from sight, feeling that something was missing (but perhaps it was only his dignity) And little by little, the anger that he could not feel before, begins to penetrate. Until the Englishman stopped being a boy and became a line on the horizon.

Light snorted so hard that a buffalo would have been jealous. He had so many bad feelings running through him at the same time that he looked like a disgusted primate. You should accept once and for all that you lost, damn it.

Well, it seems. Even geniuses act like non-evolved beings at times. Light was in no mood to lose. Not like that.

[...]

L was deathly tired, which was definitely not healthy for someone who sits around all day. And for that reason, he would not have woken up anytime soon, had he not been ripped from his momentary tranquility by a diabolical sensation that his head was being crushed by the weight of the whole world.

He opened his eyes, already holding her forehead as if it were going to shatter. He grunted and contracted without even realizing it, almost falling off the bed. The dark room seemed a thousand times lighter, stunning, as was the temperature, which covered his mind, without a figurative sense.

And suddenly, it stopped.

He relaxed almost instantly, as if that pain was a demon leaving his body, but he was still panting with surprise. Only when his muscles became calmer and his entire nervous system recovered from this near-possession did he notice that his fever had returned, apparently much worse than before, because he could hardly breathe without feeling cold. And that his head was still throbbing thin, like an infernal and calm tide. He felt himself in hell himself just because of that temperature. Yeah, maybe it wasn't just a virus.

─ Beyond. ─ She called him. Not so tall, he was always in the kitchen right there. Or almost always, because there was no answer. Damn, he only comes out at the most important times.

He repeated it louder, as far as possible. He was weak and his voice refused to scream, his throat sore, he had just noticed. Possibly any flu of normal people turns into terminal cancer for Lawliet, the way his body has always been a weakling in the defenses. And it was a horrible malaise, but not unlike what he was used to. I just wanted to take some medicine and go to sleep. But there was no way to do it from there, it was much better to fry in bed than to venture out in search of medicines and end up with your face on the floor.

Two more crises came, just like the ones that woke him up.

Lawliet spent a good deal of time just in anxiety. At a certain point, he came to the conclusion that he really should be delirious, because he thought he heard the company playing and some people cursing themselves outside, which was ridiculous

too much if we consider that no one ever visits them. For obvious reasons, never.

Some time, probably no more than minutes later, he fell asleep. Or passed out, which is more likely. But what really matters is how incredibly unexpected the events that followed were.

Birthday got home as fast as he could, not long after L went off. He entered the room like a hurricane and at least his brother was exactly as he had left, which was already good. Or at least that's what he thought. Anyway, he was too busy trying to plan a trip to, say today, and he didn't have much time to worry about Lawliet now. If he didn't leave that country as soon as possible, he wouldn't have time for him now or ever.

He stuffed everything he thought they needed, into the things closest to suitcases they had. He was running around like an ant. It was great that L was sleeping, to be honest. It would be perfect if he just woke up in England.

He stopped, breathed, massaged his temples.

─ Where's the goddamn passports? ─ He whispered, taking a full turn around the room, as if they were going to magically appear there. I hoped those documents would still do. I really hoped.

He left the house in search of them, or he was going, because the moment he stepped outside, the company rang. Everything very fast

He rolled backwards like a cat, so stunned that he considered that it could be none other than those men, even though it was somewhat unlikely that they would politely knock on the door before entering. Beyond only knows that he locked L's room from the outside, and carefully waited for the melody to end, peeking as far as he could see the corridor leading to the door. Everything was over, those guys had revolvers, they were almost two meters, he had no chance. I knew they were going to start kicking at any moment, and that's what really happened. The only difference is that instead of a heavily American Englishman, what he heard was a very metropolitan and especially angry Japanese:

─ Do you want to stop pretending that you're not there?

Birthday couldn't say whether he was more confused or relieved. He took a few steps, but stopped at the end of the corridor, finding the wooden door.

─ I mean, I saw you coming in. ─ He repeated.

He moved a little closer, staying close to the door. The peephole denounced that he was not going crazy. He was a 100% Asian and angry boy, with one hand on his waist and the other resting on the door, from time to time he looked around in disbelief, as if he didn't believe he was really there. It was strangely familiar.

Possibly I would have missed home.

─ So this is going to be your little game, Lawliet? ─ snapped. ─ "Look, I disappeared for three months and then pretend I don't know you, haha" Do you want me to say what? That you are an unreachable mystery, God Himself?

Beyond, despite being mortally uneasy at the moment, he could not control the urge to open the door almost unconsciously the moment he heard L's name being pronounced in such an absurdly intimate way. Of course, a part of him knew that this was not the time, and that at that point in the championship it didn't matter anymore. L would be with Watari in hours, and possibly after that they would never again let him get near him. But we know that he just can't help it. He turned the doorknob, and the boy practically staggered out of the house because of the weight on the door. He rose to his feet with overflowing indignation, and as soon as Beyond laid eyes on him, he remembered:

"The school boy ..." he whispered.

The Japanese man smiled absurdly ironic and falsely satisfied.

─ That, very well, it seems that your memory is returning.

B analyzed it. There was only one person that that boy could be. A boy he had barely exchanged two words but already hated with all his might. I started to hate even more just because of that face.

─ You are beautiful. He stated in a low tone, with a twisted nose.

The boy looked around, looking away just so as not to show how confused he was. As if looking for someone to be indignant with him. All he found was the depressing, empty corridor.

─ Are you serious about this? ─ He spoke in a tired, drawn-out voice.

Beyond snorted. I hated not knowing things. Mainly related to Lawliet.

─ With "that"?

─ Go to shit. ─ Light articulated, in an angry and moderate voice. ─ You know what I'm talking about.

The Englishman leaned against the wall. He had to find a way to find out what exactly happened. He never got to know.

─ About what happened ...

─ I shit what happened! ─ defended himself. ─ I just came here to talk about how stupid you are. You will hear me.

Great. It was exactly what Birthday wanted.

─ Do you have any idea how worried you are ... How strange is it for someone to disappear like that? I missed a lot of grades because of

your faults. But apparently you look great. He snapped, not exactly loud, but angry like a dog. ─ You are an idiot.

He spoke the last part in a whisper, then resumed the air in his lungs.

Beyons didn't know if he was angry and / or scared. I just knew that conversation was very suspicious. Really much.

─ And why didn't you come here before?

The boy simply withered. He stayed quiet. He spent some time hesitating, as if deciding whether or not to speak. But in the end, he looked at Beyond as a suspect who would confess to the crime.

─ Because ... Because ... ─ the words dissipated.

Beyond looked around, seeing the boy out of the corner of his eye. The mood was no lighter than lead, and the way Light's voice dispersed left a feeling that the conversation was totally meaningless. But Yagami is confident that tomorrow he wouldn't have to care about any of that.

─ And why did you decide to come now? ─ Beyond asked, even though his voice sounded more like an interrogator than a colleague. Or whatever L was of that boy.

He looked at the Briton, confused as if he didn't understand Japanese. Light had already dumped most of the irritation with which he came loaded. His brown eyes shone like marbles and Beyond swore that he would just turn around and leave, but that's certainly not what happened. There was something tight in the Japanese in a way that he could barely breathe. And I needed to spit it out.

"You know ..." He looked up, giving a surprisingly sad smile. ─ You know why.

Yagami kept looking at him in a way that made Beyond sure that it definitely meant something that he didn't know. Something related to that day.

But B decided he wouldn't mind. I mean, of course he cared, yet none of that made any sense. I couldn't focus on doing anything with that boy, because I needed to get organized and I didn't have time for that. Also, he hadn't said anything really compromising. And Birthday wasn't exactly proud of the things that happened that day. He looked at the boy with disgusted eyes, as if he were a punctured garbage bag. Perhaps a lot, because Light returned the look a little desperate, demanding an answer.

─ I have no idea what you're talking about. ─ I said it as L as possible.

Yagami blinked so hard it almost made his eyes pop out. He continued with his same expression that did not speak a word of Japanese. And in a matter of seconds of understanding he smirked, sighing almost as if he had heard a very bad joke.

─ Of course not. ─ He smiled bitterly.

Birthday was literally surprised to be feeling a lot less anger than he thought he would. And everything was going to be okay for the Japanese. And then, as always, he does some colossal shit.

─ I'm leaving.

Beyond smiled.

─ I shouldn't have come here in the first place.

He thought that Light would turn around and leave. Well, he did almost that.

But first he just went over to Beyond and kissed him.

It was very fast, a lot of information, just like everything that day. And to think that Birthday was really trying not to go after the boy.

Light was amused by the other's surprised expression, but in a perverse way.

─ It does not mean each. I really hate you

It meant everything. B expected him to get out of sight before he was able to react and strangle him to death.

Light walked out to the exit with both hands in his pocket, his face still twisted as if trying to hide his true emotions. Still wickedly pleased with himself. He was so absurdly close to getting rid of it all. But, as a lapse, the detail (which was not so small) came to mind that he was trying to remember.

- I really wanted to know - 'Light turned, holding the knob, eyes compressed and pointed like knives - what miracle made you walk again?

Beyond hardened like a stone.

─ Although you are the forgotten one, I swear I didn't notice it before. - He commented, taking two steps closer, creaking the wood under his feet. ─ What did you do that for? Prefer in the lunch line?

─ Uh ... I ...

─ I thought I was a dick. ─ He laughed. ─ It means that I could beat you all this time! Wow, I missed so many opportunities.

Birthday was going to say something. He was going to make up any fucking crap and then punch that boy until he lost consciousness. But this was definitely not his day. As soon as Light finished expressing his sarcasm, a call erupted from the confines of that house, more like a desperate cry.

─ Beyond, I need medicine now!

It was not like a commandment, but like a desperate request. L didn't do that kind of thing, unless he really needed it. He was speaking English.

That scared Light even more

, first because whoever he was calling L was called Beyond and whoever called Beyond had the voice of L.

Both boys stared at each other for a moment, just to make sure they weren't listening to things. This was refuted when a second plea came.

─ Please, it hurts a lot. He said, without even half the strength of the first time.

It was then that Birthday shot up to his brother's room. Light followed him as if he were going to step on a mousetrap at any moment. The Briton, on the other hand, almost blew up the door, only to find L's back, his arms managing to be even more separated because of his hands that gripped the skull as if they expected the pain to leak.

─ Holy shit. ─ Beyond passed like a lightning bolt to the kitchen, giving all the space for Light to approach, even though part of the boy was so disturbed that he just wanted to run. ─ I thought that shit had already stopped, I can't find it. - Completed, rummaging in a cabinet so high that he used a chair, looking for something he was sure was there.

Light was at the entrance to the room, but without looking inside. Suddenly, I honestly had no idea what to feel.

─ Only one. ─ B sighed uneasily. ─ That shit doctor said he stopped in the seventh month. The effect will not last even half an hour.

That said, he was already turning Lawliet, trying to get him upright enough to swallow that leftover liquid in the translucent glass. And Lawliet seemed to be making the greatest effort to take it, but he always contracted again, resuming the old (and inefficient) technique of squeezing his head.

─ Come on, drink with the pill, you will sleep and you will not feel anything until the effect comes. He whispered, sounding incredibly tempting to someone who couldn't sit in pain. Lawliet swallowed it all, without water or anything. Only then did Beyond let go and he shuddered again like a fetus. Beyond just watched until a minute or two later, the lull came and he was slowly going to sleep for the probable fifth time of the day.

Yagami was already watching everything. He was so confused that he didn't even ask himself any more questions and just watched as if he was having a crazy dream. Beyond turned to him a long time later, just to prove that it was certainly real enough.

─ Are you still here !?

Light snorted.

─ And I won't be leaving anytime soon. You ... Who are you? ─ He whispered.

─ You will leave here. Now! ─ He stood up, radiating a corrosive and menacing calm.

─ And he? What happened? You are ... equal.

Beyond closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clearly trying to remain patient.

─ He will be fine. Now, get out. ─ He pointed out of the room at the same time as he dragged himself closer like a lion, closed the bedroom door. He was pushing Light out, who could only see a few glimpses of the boy lying over the other's shoulders. L (or whoever it was) was really bad.

─ Shit, what's going on here !? ─ Asked without a voice, while walking back. ─ Just explain to me.

─ You don't understand. ─ It blew. ─ Whatever happened to you and ... L, you're going to be bad if you don't leave here, understand? We need to go to the airport now.

Light didn't look exactly satisfied.

─ So you are not L? ─ He said, but soon he continued. ─ What does he have?

Beyond almost snarled, taking one of the boy's shoulders and urging him to go down the corridor where they were. He didn't answer, just approached the door, just wanted him to disappear as soon as possible, because he didn't know how much anger he was going to endure, honestly.

He was about to open the door and throw Light down the slope when the doorknob rattled and diabolical voices echoed over the wood in his horrible American accents.

─ Dude, what a thing, you have to kick the door, understand?

─ Shut up, the boss made me the leader.

It looks like they had a few more guests.

Light looked at Beyond as if to say, "How many people live in this house?"

Birthday was almost as petrified as before, but he tried to be silent. He walked slowly away from the door, followed by Light, both walking like clumsy cats.

A strong tug made the iron of the handle reverberate. B, at the same time, dragged Light to the ends of the kitchen, under the stone counter. The boy was ready to ask for explanations, but the look the Englishman gave him gave up. Birthday sat next to him.

─ They arrived. These motherfuckers didn't give me a day. ─ He whispered. He buried his hands in his face. ─ You better be quiet there.

Despite this, he himself did not stand still while the door was mistreated with a few kicks that would easily break someone's bones.

There was that moment when nobody really knew what to do. Of course, Yagami doesn't even count. But I could certainly deduce that those guys were not very welcome.

─ Lawliet is there. ─ Light

reminded him. ─ They will probably break into his room before looking for us.

That would probably be the only possible situation that the two boys would work as a team. It is the need that makes the allies. Especially when the knocking didn't let them think very well and surely those locks would not last much longer than the time they needed to formulate a plan

But B had an idea.

It was even worse that Watari was involved. A thousand times worse.

Clearly, I didn't have many choices.

─ Do you like him? He whispered, both because the question was uncomfortable and because he needed to speak softly.

Light's eyes widened as if B had cursed his mother.

─ What are you ...

─ You understand. Scolded. ─ You just need to like it enough to promise me something.

He took a breath and fumbled in his pockets. He picked up a tinkling object that at the moment weighed over a hundred pounds. I didn't believe I was doing this.

─ Here is the room key. Go there, get the L and run away from the back. The key to the funds is also there. Don't stop running until you're in a safe and populous place. They will not stop until they find me, but if you are here ... Just promise me that you will find a safe place.

─ I think I'm going to pass out. ─ Light took the keys and left behind.

It was extremely uncomfortable to hear that from someone who looked exactly like Lawliet, although now you start to notice the small differences that you would only notice after knowing that they are different people. Beyond was taller, had lighter eyes, maybe they were red or maybe it was just the light. But they were too much alike to not be twins. I would say there was something weird about this story, if it wasn't all weird. These thoughts ran in his mind at the same time as he ran to L himself, shuddering with each beat. He went in there, decided he didn't have time to think about anything.

He tried to get L as if it were wet paper, because that was more or less the way he was. As if it would break at any moment. It was the third time he had held Lawliet, three times more than he imagined he would ever do.

All his concentration, however, was on trying to get the right key in that back door. This was very difficult with someone in the arms. He managed at the moment that these Americans invaded the house with a "BOOM" that made him run as fast as possible.

He was on the street, happily or not, with a boy passed out on his arm and with no idea what to do, or rather, he knew what to do. The street was deserted and with a lot of contortion, he took the cell phone that was in the pocket.

─ I need you on the back street of Lawliet's house, now.

The girl gasped.

─ Light, I am not your driver and I have no obligation to pick you up from all your parties ...

─ Lawliet is with me. ─ He cut it off. ─ And we need to take him to the hospital.

She hung up. It arrived frighteningly fast, before the police themselves came and asked if it was Yagami's habit to walk the corpse through the middle of the street. She didn't ask questions, didn't express anything. He looked slightly at Lawliet, dashed towards the hospital. And Light realized that there was no better person in the world than Kyomi Takada, because honestly, what he really needed was answers, especially for these four questions:

1. Was Lawliet a mass-produced robot by the British government to harass future Japanese geniuses?

2. Why L was gone for three months.

3. Who exactly had he kissed.

4. And why did he hold L harder than he needed to and didn't like the idea of ​​letting go