Flashes
. Every man dies. Not every man really lives – William Ross Wallace.

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"Haha, mommy look! Mommy look! That guy is trying to fly!"

B's body slowly slummed against the wall of the padded cell, his eyes slowly closing slightly due to the pain and memories of his life. No, not flashes of memory, but more of sentences leading to each other, contradicting each other.
He had the pleasure of knowing he had some sort of life.

"Don't be an idiot, A! Just because you're first, doesn't mean anything, bastardo!"

The dark haired man, merely just a boy, felt his body going numb, an awed expression on his face. He knew he was dying, he knew death, he just never thought it'd be happening to him so quickly, and not by his own hand.
But in the hands of Kira.

"…A? A! Come on! Wake up! Please….lo siento…"

B fully closed his eyes, as a smile graced his lips. How so much has changed…So many things has changed, so many things have passed B, and he had the special pleasure of knowing he watched his life change. His life changed slowly, like an hour glass.
He guessed this was it.

"Naomi Misora, I hope you live life to the fullest. Life doesn't last that long, I hope you know this…"
"…I know, Ryuzaki."
"…Good."