Imagine that you were going to kill someone. What do you think would be the most difficult part? Three, two, one... time’s up! The correct answer: killing someone. Now, now, calm down—I swear I’m not making fun of you, or playing linguistic tricks here. I’m completely serious. People, in other words, humans, have not been designed to die that easily—at the least, people almost never grunt or moan and immediately fall over dead. Strangulation, blunt force trauma, stabbing—none of these kill people easily. Humans are surprisingly sturdy creatures. Additionally, people have a tendency to resist being killed. Nobody wants to be killed, and there’s a good chance they’ll try to kill you back. Physical strength in humans doesn’t vary that much, and in a one-on-one fight, winning can be rather difficult. From this point of view, the ability to kill someone just by writing their name in a notebook is a
flagrant violation of fair play, as I’m sure you can imagine.However.
When Beyond Birthday went about committing this series of murders, he did not have any difficulty killing his victims. After all, the murders themselves were not his purpose, and he had no intention of expending undue effort on them—but even so, it was not easy to see exactly how he had avoided trouble. Certainly, he was using weapons and drugging his victims, but at this point all three of his victims had been killed without showing any real sign of resistance. In most cases, defense wounds are a key element in identifying the killer, but in this case the victims had all died as if it were only natural for them to have done so. The FBI Agent Naomi Misora never did understand why, and even the century’s greatest detective, L, did not manage to create a working theory until several years after the case had ended.
But enough buildup. Let me explain.
Beyond Birthday had the eyes of a shinigami congenitally. It was not particularly difficult for him to track down people with the initials B.B. or to find people who were fated to die on a certain day at a certain time. After all, there are over twenty million people in Los Angeles
Killing people was, for him, normal.
Killing people who were fated to die anyway was no effort at all. Mmm, I guess I should explain the idea of the eyes of a shinigami. The phrase is only too familiar to me, but if I don’t explain it, some of you will cry foul. The eyes of a shinigami. These eyes could be given out by any shinigami in return for half the recipient’s remaining life. They allowed the recipient to see people’s names and remaining life. Normally contact with a shinigami was a prerequisite for acquisition, but Beyond Birthday had traded nothing—he had seen the world through those eyes since before he could remember.
He knew your name before you said it.
He knew the time of death of every person he met.
I hardly need to explain just what effect this would have on his personality. You might think they would hardly be useful without a Death Note, but that is simply not the case. The ability to see someone’s remaining life is the ability to see death. Death, death, death. Beyond Birthday lived his life
unceasingly reminded that all humans would eventually die. From the time he was born he knew the day his father would be attacked by a thug and die, knew the day his mother would die in a train crash. He had these eyes before he was born, which is why he called himself Beyond Birthday. Which is why a child as strange as he was taken in by our home, sweet home—Wammy’s House.
He was B.
The second child in Wammy’s House.
“If only I could see the death of the world,” Beyond Birthday murmured, on August 19th at 6 a.m., just as he woke up. He was lying on a simple bed on the second floor of a prefabricated storehouse borrowed under the name of a dormant company, in the suburbs of the west side of town. One of many hidden lairs located across the country, around the world. Why West L.A. ? Because on that day, Naomi Misora, the suspended FBI agent fronting for the century’s greatest detective, L, was going to be there. “Naomi Misora. Naomi Misora. L’s hands. L’s eyes. L’s shield. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! No, that’s not right... I should laugh more like this... Kya ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Yeah, that’s better.”
Kya ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Kya ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
wow thanx
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