A/N Im surprised by myself that I actually wrote something with my dear BB as the main character, his character intrigues me though, and this is simply the way I imagine his childhood should`ve been.

Anway,

He watched as the blood dripped from his pale wrist, the blood was dark red, almost scary, the cut wasn`t deep but Beyond Birthday was still surprised by the liquid running down his arm.

"He he..." He grinned in a somewhat evil way as he continued watching the blood run, almost as if he was amused by the cut.

The apartment fell silent for a few minutes, Beyond Birthday was used to silence, silence was peaceful, almost soothing, a soothing beat wrapped in an enigma.

Drip drip drip.

The blood tickled on his skin, scratching, however, would lead to more blood and more unnecesary mess, Beyond Birthday hated mess, chaos, anything that was not in its place.

Which is ironic in a way, he himself was not very in place, nor was his mother quite alright in her head, but considering the circumstances that would`ve been given, and Beyond Birthday remained fairly sane trough all of it.

The black haired boy had a obsession with cleanse and order, working with a book on the floor or a sock on his bed was fully out of the question, even if the chaos was outside the place he was in at that moment even that had to be perfect.

As for then, Beyond Birthday was calmly doing his homework in the only clean and ordered place in the apartment (His room.) he magically felt annoyed with the mess outside of his small room and decided it would be best to clean the whole house up before mother would come home and mess it up again, and while he was at that he would cook dinner, wonder to surprise, Beyond Birthday was a damned good cook.

His cleanin habbit was quite obsessive, if you didnt know anything about Beyond Birthday it wouldn`t be oddly abnormal to think the boy suffered OCD, but he didn`t, he simply didnt like chaos.

"Simply." If that`s what you would call it, the apartment was easily the shittiest house in the neighbourhood, the wall`s were scratched on, there where some cracks in said wall`s that allowed one to see the bricks beyond it, the floor also had uncomfortable crack`s, the half wood half glass table was thrown wildly on the floor, and suddenly that half glass half wooden table turned into an all-wood table.

And the oh-so-nice person who thought it was alright to kick a table down as soon as she got home did`t bother to think twice and politely put the cups in the kitchen before she kicked it.

Beyond Birthday, putting his Algebra homework down with delight (Its not that he didnt study, god knows like hell he did,Beyond Birthday was just not too facinated by adding numbers with letters,) and opened the door (the lock and handle were off soo instead he had to open it from the edge of the door, which was quite a challenge, Beyond Birthday wasn`t exacly the tallest man ever.)

At the sight of the smashed down table and the smashed down TV and the smashed down lamp he simply sighed and started picking the glass up from the floor, the glass was pretty, you could see right trough it...it had no secret it could hide from you, it was soo vulnerable that just a hateful gesture could kill it, it was rather amazing.

Law, the cut was fully accidental, or let me put it in a different, more specific and the truer way, it was an intentional-accidental cut.

Do you not ever say, "Oh im soo not going to do that." And you end up doing it anyway? either its because it seems to do the people who have done it good or because you did want to do it but you had no courage and the "It was an accident." was bullshit wrapped in a silver lie?

Which of the above aplied to Beyond Birthday I do not know, and Law maybe Beyond Birthday himself didnt know, his wicked passion with blood and jam was highly scarring, but I do wonder, Hate chaos plus blood?

Something is not right here.

But then again, as ever since that day, nothing concerning Beyond Birthday was right, hear me out will you?

He had no interest whatsover in girls, he was a womanzier who ended up knocking up a different girl every week, he himself having no idea of what the hell he was doing.

He hated his mother with a grieving passion, yet he cooked for her when she came up, he cleaned her room because he thought it was given to him to help her out, no matter what crazed and biased woman she might be.

Beyond Birthday had four sisters, yet he has spent highly a week with each of them, and I say haD because they all go murdered.

He had some sort of connection and wicked bond with his imprisoned father, father who is the cause of mother`s sick habits, and although they didnt talk alot, sometimes he was allowed to visit his father in jail, even if it were just ten minutes, and even if those ten minutes father just spoke about the "Whore" mother is, Beyond Birthday felt hostile to the man.

You see my point here? these and a thousand and one other reasons do not fit well in the puzzle.

The blood kept dripping, and Beyond got upset with the little pool on the floor his blood had caused, he thought it would be better to clean it up before anything else, he licked his wrist tasting his bittersweet blood, the image was just right, his eyes that had a redish glow he wished to ban, his long-ish black hair with bangs that if Beyond didnt put the hair in a specific way it would cover his right eye, his pale skin that was somewhat worrying, just like a vampire.

Beyond Birthday was born with Shinigami eyes, being able to see when and who was going to die was a murdering reminder, Beyond Birthday himself though, in his early and innocent days, thought it was normal for people to see a bunch of numbers and that person`s name above their head, but as he grew up being the fourteen year old he is now, he leared the truth, those damned and sinned redish glow in his eye were the pityfull consequence of a even more pityfull being called Shinigami being bored, and saw the appeal in ruining someone`s life by giving them Shinigami eyes and allowing that person to see death and death alone.

Death right death left, everwhere he went, whenever he saw his father and everytime he sees his wicked mother`s face, reminded that everyone was going to die and time was running out, the biased situtation of not even being able to know when he himself was going to die was almost death itself.

Beyond Birthday wished for nothing more but to get rid of those ridicule eyes, which, death and death alone aside, looked awfully creepy, but the word the girls in his year used was "Sexy."

He walked to the bathroom that he recently cleaned up, the big mirror on the white wall was smashed in in the corner, Beyond Birthday did not remember the cause, again her stared at his wrist as he turned the water on, suddenly he burst into a fine laugther that turned into a evil grin that turned into an angry expression, before he realized what he was doing he kicked the sink as hard as he could, it hurt but it felt good, a good pain.

He recovered and his pale lips twitched into a sick smile, he shook his head a little and put his wrist under the water, his bangs disabled him to see his reflection in the mirror,

About three minutes later Beyond Birthday cut the water, placed everything in a perfect simetrical way and walked to the kitchen.

Apart from his room, the kitchen was almost always clean, that was because his mother hardly went in there except when she drinking herself crazy.

He was about to get himself a jar of jam, that jam that never changed it`s taste, it was always the same and never betrayed, you knew him from the core and there were no surprises, wasn`t that enough to look up to the food?

But the moment he cautiously opened the fridge door the phone rang.

Beyond Birthday sighed annoyed, and accidently stepping on peices of glass he grabbed the phone, "Yes?"

"Is tha` you BB?" Mother`s hauting voice asked, mother always called him BB, Beyond Birthday hated it, hated, hated it, it reminded him of his father, whose inintials also started with BB, it was quite appealing to compare the father and son.

"Yes." Beyond Birthday responded coldly.

"I wont make it tonight, your uncle is coming and im not there for fucking God`s and Maria`s sake." Her voice reached a dangerous tone and Beyond Birthday bit his lip at the thought of his uncle, he didnt know the man, but he`s the sister of his mother, he couldnt expect much.

"And if it wasn`t fucking enough that bitch of his wife is also coming, you think im going to breath the same air as that whore?" She paused to calm down, this surprised Beyond Birthday. "You listen to me BB, do whatever but I want them out the fucking house by tommorow okay? you hear me BB? are you there?" She asked without giving Beyond Birthday a second to respond.

"And how do you want me to do that?" Beyond Birthday wondered out loud.

"How the hell should I know? and dont pull that fucking adittude on me you hear?"

Beyond Birthday didnt answer, mother sighed. "Listen I`ll call him and say that his cheap mother is out dying or suffering cancer or something..."

Beyond Birthday found it quite intriguing that someone can lie about his mother having cancer soo easily, but decided to remain his silence.

"Sweetheart, just dont listen to whatever that bitch of his wife has to say alright? all she talks is shit and she believes everything they tell her, that woman is sick in her head, she has problems..."

Sounds familiar, Beyond Birthday thought.

"...You know what that whore dared to say? she tell`s me that I fucking isolate you, that fucking bitch dares to speak about my damn life while she doesnt even fucking know us..."

Beyond Birthday sighed, the desire of hearing the oh soo touching story out lacked, and instead he cut his mother off, something he shouldnt do, he was in for it, but he really didnt feel like hearing her out.

"Okay mom, goodbye mom." He said tiredly, dreaming away with his jam.

"You dont dare hang up on me young ma-"

Beep beep beep bee-

Beyond Birthday put the horn down and decided to fix up something for his guests and stay for the rest of their staying locked in his room studying, just when he was going to go to the kitchen, the phone again rang.

"Yes?" Beyond Birthday sounded exasparated.

"Who is this?" A not very kind voice asked.

"I`d like to ask you that question."

"Answer the damn question."

"Helen youdontneedtoknowtherest." Beyond Birthday said.

The person on the other line hung up, but called back a second later.

"Tell me who you are or I swear I`ll beat the living daylight out of you."

Beyond Birthday found himself thinking that he was obviously talking to a very stupid man.

"What do you want?" Beyond asked.

There was alot of murmmuring on the background, finally a woman picked the phone up, it wasn`t his mother, the voice was warm,comforting, not familiar. "Sorry for our indulgence, is this Beyond Birthday I am speaking to?" She asked kindly, Beyond Birthday said yes.

"Oh, look we were supposed to come there for the weekend from Manchester, but we didnt quite get the exact adress." Beyond Birthday blinked and gave her the adress.

"Thank you, Beyond Birthday." the way she said his name was magical, charming, the tone she was speaking in was a tone Beyond Birthday didnt hear in a long, long time.

He was about to say something when the phone rang, he cut the first line and went on the second. "Who is this no-" He had no time to answer, the man on the other line asked if this was Angelinna Evans he was speaking to, Beyond Birthday said no, that it was his son.

The person on the other end sighed dramatically, "London Jail had just found inmate 111, your father, escape the prison and we didnt locate him just yet, please tell your mother to call us back at once."

Beyond Birthday let the phone fall from his hands,

"Hello?" The phone seeked for a hint of life,

Beyond Birthday sank against the wall on the floor he sticked his thumbail in his mouth and started laughing with malice, hiding the true fear behind that laugh.

A/N Well...review or Beyond Birthday will come and kill you.