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XIII ℬetter than the Øriginal

        IT WASN'T HARD to figure out who the other was. The name was more than familiar to the genius, even if he had not met them in person per se. Or perhaps he has? It was hard to recall, to be quite honest. Some time has passed since he has left the Wammy House, and as far as L was concerned, he was dead, passed away from a heart-attack as one of Kira's victims.

        But faking his own death was easy enough when criminals in his holding cell dropped dead so mysteriously. He had no idea how Kira was making his kills, but it was easy enough to fake it. Finding the methods and chemicals needed to start up a false death situation was not hard for someone as smart as he.

       Oh, but he was letting his mind wander too much now, as he? Honestly, this hideout was a complete dump, but who was he to complain? While the other was out, Beyond had made himself at home, flicking on the television.

       The man never understood romantic films. What was so fascinating about going out in the dead of night, making out on the hood of a car. Then again, Beyond never really understood such human sentiments, being emotionally stunted since childhood. A bored, drawled out yawn escaped the eccentric man, though, when he heard approaching footsteps, he tossed his head back to hang over the chair's backrest, greeting the other with an upside down stair.