The next thing Ratio remembers is waking up in a ragged, queen size bed. It was not the material he was used to, nor was it of most comfort, but he wasn't complaining. The awkwardly familiar stench of dust and old furniture, most likely not used for ages, filled the air. It gave him an elder, musty feeling inside; not exactly pleasant, but it was better than being locked inside a shed for 3 never-ending days and nights. His back ached and stomach growled, indicating the hunger building up inside. Never had the thought of starving even crossed the man's mind until now, but he paid it no mind.
"Look who's finally awake. I was beginning to worry." A voice called out, crackling roughly on nearly every word. Ratio clenched the sheets beneath him tightly between his slender fingers. His eyes widened in mock fright as he noticed the other figure sharing the room with him; oblivious until this moment. "I-It's you
" Ratio stammered, feeling his face flush and hands begin to get clammy once again. "Who are you..? Why have you brought me here..? What is the meaning of this?" He shouted; rage and fury combining in his system; begging to be set free upon his kidnapper.
The raven haired boy shook his head hesitantly; making disapproving clicking noises with his tongue. "I am Beyond Birthday of course~! The world's most deranged serial killer known to man kind, before you came along. Although this face is true, you may call me B if you like." Beyond replied, constantly shaking his head in awe. Ratio's lips parted in the directedness of B. Any clever man would know by giving out you're name to a victim, none the less, it would only strengthen you're chances of getting caught. Was the guy insane? Why the hell would he be so honest
unless of course he was using an alias? It took a while, but after pondering hopelessly on the task at hand Ratio came to his own assumption. He wondered was there a connection between 'B' and his rival: L? There was no harm in asking, so without giving his idea a second thought, Ratio spoke up. Adjusting his voice momentarily to exclude any stammering that may take effect, he coughed: "
You wouldn't happen to know L, would you, B?"
B rested his back against the log wall behind him. In his hand shown a blood-soaked knife; rattling gravely between his fingers it was obvious Ratio had caught him off guard with the question. "Are you saying
You know Lawli?" B shuttered, an evil grin spreading widely across his lips as he approached Ratio. Back to back with the headboard now, Ratio tried to retreat farther away from B, but it was physically impossible with all the other objects in his way. "Tell me, Light Yagami: How do you know L?" B whispered, crawling into the bed on his knees, connecting his hands with the other boy's cheeks as he caressed them with very uncharacteristic care.
Ratio flinched, turning his head away to hide his passionate, auburn eyes. "L is sort of: my rival. Whenever I have a idea he has to devour it with his deductive skills; trample it into the ground until there is nothing left but the mere thought, if even that." He hissed, shoving away B's hand like it was the most revolting thing he had ever come in contact with. "It appears we have something in common after all
Listen Light, L and I have known each other for as long as I can remember. He always acted as though he were better than everyone else around him; never caring for anyone's feeling but his own that weren't ever even seen! It felt as if he had dedicated everything
just to make me look bad in front of the people I loved the most. Which is one of the many reasons I stopped caring; one of the reasons I no longer consider any friends, acquaintances, or even allies anymore. He ruined all of that for me
before I even turned age 7. It was the worst experience of my life; worse than my own parent's death. That I couldn't blame him for though, because I am the one with the curse."
B spilled his heart out to Light as he had always wanted to. Normally, trust such as this one would be built and shaped over years of knowing someone, but not this time. There was something different about Ratio, and B could tell. There was something about him that just screamed the word: "killer." In this case, B craved getting to know this man so much he was willing to put his own life on the line. Therefore, Light was given two main options. One, to accept B's offer, or two, to report B back to the police head quarters and have him arrested and sent to prison for the 4th time this year.
"Well B," Ratio murmured, the room space darkening immensely. "Why don't you help me
Get back at L. For all the hurt he caused you and myself. We could bring him to his knees if we really wanted to, and you know it. What do you say?"
"I say: Where do we start?"