• When L had entered Loki's Manner he was drawn back by the size of the place! It was like he had entered into a maze of rooms and stairs. Loki's Manner had fifty floors (forty of which was below ground) and was the size of a small town! The scale of the building work was epic. Then again there was the fact that this was built in the 1600s.

    “Loki, Leo, Pheona we're here!” called Venice.

    “About time!” shouted a growling voice with a mixed accent.
    Then out came a cat as black as a raven, with eyes as red as blood came out. At the top of the stairs and came down with such energy and speed that it looked as if it would fall down the stairs! But it didn't in-stead it stopped just before L and looked up at L with a frown. It circled around him, as if checking him out.

    For some reason L felt uncomfortable like he was being judged by this cat. Plus wasn't it bad luck to cross paths with a black cat? Even-though L wasn't superstitious he felt as if this cat was going to be trouble for him. When the cat had finished checking him out it looked at Venice and Dante.

    “This boy's a very good specimen but he dose lack meat on his bone, he looks quite fragile and he looks ill.” the cat said.

    L could not believe what he had just heard! A cat talking? What the hell? Well ever since the L A BB murder cases nothing had ever made sense. He could remember what Beyond Birthday had said to him. He closed his black eyes remembering the event.

    L may have not wanted for BB to see him but he couldn't resist. L had to see Beyond it was as if there was something inside of him was driving him to go. BB was L's lookalike after all. Plus L wandered how BB knew what L looked like after all L hand only showed his face to only a few people at Wammy's house. In-fact there were only ever at least three!

    He looked at Beyond Birthday. Beyond looked back with glee in his maddened eyes. BB carried the look of one who had lost it ages ago. There was no doubt about it. This man that was in-front of L was B. The one who wanted to surpass L by giving him a crime that could never be solved. Mad but at the same time intelligent.

    Even-though Beyond Birthday was restrained L couldn't help but feel unsafe around B. There was something about Beyond Birthday. Was it the way he looked so calm in the position he was in? Or was it his eyes? There was definitely something odd about them. L didn't have to drop to his usual deducting position to figure that out.
    “You must be B?” L asked. Beyond nodded.

    “You must be L Lawliet then?” he said with a slight hint of a laugh. L decided to ignore this and nodded.

    “Yes. I'm L. Now how did you know my full name? I mean I didn't tell you.” L asked. Beyond let out a little giggle.

    “Al-right I'll answer that when you answer me this. How long do you think you've got left to live?” Beyond asked. L frowned at that question. What kind of question was that?

    “I don't know. I mean nobody knows that not even me.” L replied BB giggled even more.

    “Then I'm nobody! 'Cause I do, and it's such a pity. You don't have that long left.” BB said like a child. “Now for your question. Please call me a cheat 'cause I have special eyes.”
    “'Special eyes'?” L repeated.

    “Yeah I was born with 'em. You see I can see someone's name and death date just by looking at their face.” BB explained. “Wanna know what these eyes are called?”

    'No but I have a feeling that you are about to tell me' L thought.

    “They're called shinigami eyes!” BB boasted.

    “Oh please B shinigami don't exist.” L said.

    “They do 'n' in two or three years time you can kiss your life good buy 'cause one'll kill you!” Beyond Birthday boasted. “My only regret is that that Naomi Misora got mixed up in all this 'cause I kinda liked her. Plus she'll die before you, oh well. Die another day Misora Massacre.”

    “You're sick!” L shouted out of pure disgust.

    L opened his eyes snapping out of the flash back as he entered into a room with a large computer and a desk-full of paper. It gave him a wave of nostalgia to see it because it looked similar to the room he had constructed for the Kira case. The only case in which he lost. But he was right about Light at least that was the only optimistic thing he could think of at the moment. That is when it hit L that he won't be able to be the detective he once was!

    If he ever did pick up that life again he would have to go by another name. Maybe Holm 2 no to stupid and too cheesy. Well he was a vampire now so the name must have something to do with vampires. Bloody Bat? No L didn't want to go by a name that had the initials BB. No that would be insulting Beyond Birthday and the last thing L wanted was to do that. Black Cat? Already taken. Detective Dracula! No, too vicious.

    L found it hard to find a suitable name as a lady with long silver hair and blood red eyes came into the room. She whore a pair of light blue jeans and a flamboyant blouse. She looked at L as if he was somewhat dirty. That made some part of L hate her.
    “Who is he?” she asked in such a strong posh British accent that it made L hate her even more, and her high-pitched voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard!

    “Pheona Smith meet L, L this is Pheona Smith.” Dante said.

    “Pleasure, but it would be better if you had-”

    “Oi! Are you picking on the new kids again?” shouted a voice similar to Pheonas' but a lot less like nails on a chalkboard and more like a classical voice actor.

    Then a girl that looked identical to Pheona ran into the room, but instead of fancy fashion she wore black combat trousers and a plain black vest under a black hoody with a red pentagram on the back. She like L had nothing on her feet.

    “Hey, kid!” she said patting him on the back. “Sorry about her.” she pointed to Pheona.

    “Who is 'her' the cat's mother?” Pheona growled then Loki hissed at her offensively but she just glared back.

    “She's just a self-righteous snob.” the girl said.

    “Leona may I remind you that you happen to be related to this 'self-righteous snob'.” Pheona said folding her arms in sheer spite.

    “Yeah, but I bet I inherited the best genes.” Leona said getting to the nearest seat and sitting cross-legged. She then took hold of one of her feet and started to bite of her toe nails.

    “This coming from the one who prefers to walk around bare foot than where protective gear on her foot?” she commented raising her accurately plucked eyebrow.

    “What I like it, plus you'll like it!” Leona said as she shrugged dismissively.

    “No I will not!”

    “You don't know less you try it!” Leona cooed in a singing voice.

    “I could swear I was born first.” she muttered.

    “Anyway aside your squabbling have you gotten any where?” Venice asked.

    “No, no matter where we look there is not a trace of them.” Pheona said.
    L was interested to know what they were talking about.

    “I'm sorry but who are them?” L asked.

    “Our other sibling of blood and our maker.” Leona said.

    “Other sibling of blood?” L asked out of curiosity. He had assumed that the whole gang was here.

    “We ain't seen what he looks like but what we've seen of him is the outline of his shadow.” Said Venice. “But he seems creepy, almost makes the hairs on the back of your neack stand on end.” She added as she narrowed her green eyes.