"I almost feel like he deserved it."

B stared at her wide-eyed. Was he hearing things? He slowly scooped jam into his mouth.

"..Do you really think so?" He asked, a hint of interest in his voice.

"...Yes, why?"

B jumped up from where he was in the window and sat himself next to K. "So you don't think what I did was... wrong?" B asked, leaning in close to K's face.

"Well… no not really." She answered. B tilted his head to the side and grinned.

K squinted at him, getting a little uncomfortable.

"What?" K asked in confusion. "Is there something on my face?" She wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

"What? Oh, nothing." B shook his head, smile fading from his face. "Whats that." He pointed to the book in K's lap.

"Oh, this is the book I was telling you about before."

B stared at its worn out cover. He scrunched his nose at the old book smell.

"My father read me this one story..." K flipped through the thick pages until she came across a picture of a skeletal looking creature. She pointed to it. "See, thats a shinigami." B played with his lips and squinted at the picture.

"Shinigami…" He said in thought.

K pointed to some words on the next page. "See it says here, 'the shinigami are gods of death. With the assistance of a pair of red eyes that give them the ability to see a human's lifespan, they make sure that person dies at their correct time of death.' " She turned to B. "Your eyes are red…" B knew what she was getting at.

B stared at his fingers. He'd never heard of a shinigami before. They could see a person's lifespan… just like B could. It was strange, K already knew too much about his secret before he could even tell her; she probably knew the moment she saw him. B never confirmed to her what he could "see" anyways… he could just laugh and tell her she was crazy, and that would be the end of it. Shinigami don't exist! B can't see when people are going to die, thats absurd! K wasn't crazy though. He didn't have to tell her, but he felt the need to. After all, she was his friend… right?

B had been silent for a while, and K let out a little laugh.

"I know, its stupid." She closed the book and stood up. "Stuff like thats impossible anywa-"

"Wait!" He grabbed her arm, but quickly let go when he realized he was touching her. "Um, it actually is possible." He lowered his voice.

K sat down next to him again, an excited smile on her face. "Wait you mean you can see-"

"Shhhh!" He cut her off again.

B sighed. He kept awkwardly staring at his fingers as K waited for him to speak.

"… I can see people's names, and I know when they're going to die." His whisper was so low, K almost couldn't hear him. "There are numbers floating over your head right now," B pointed up, her eyes followed. "and above that, your name. I see this above everyone's head…" B thought for a minute. "Well everyone except mine, I can't see mine for some reason."

They sat there in silence for a few seconds, and it felt like forever to B.

"So whats my name?" K questioned.

B sat up and looked at her. "What?"

"Tell me my name. I just want to make sure you're telling me the truth."

He glanced above her head before he spoke. "Okay come here…" He leaned in and whispered her name.

K stared at him, shocked. Wammy and Roger are the only ones who should know her name.

"…How do you know that?" K asked in disbelief.

B simply stared at her in response. "That was a stupid question." B murmured.

"When am I going to die?" She asked, ignoring his harsh comment.

B shook his head and smirked. "I can't tell you that."

"So how am I supposed to know you're telling me the truth?"

"I am telling you the truth." He picked up his jam jar and began eating again. "Its a secret though so… lets keep it that way, yes?" He turned and looked at her, amused.

K glared at him. "Fine." She said. B licked the jam off his index finger. "Fine."

K laid down on his bed and stared up at the white ceiling. She put her arms above her head, resting them in her long locks of hair.

"Beyond?"

"Hm?" He had his fingers in his mouth.

"Whats it like knowing when everyone is going to die?" She asked, twirling her hair between her fingers.

"Pure hell." B answered bluntly, biting at his fingernails. "I see it as a curse."

K frowned. She just wanted to get up and give B a hug, but he wouldn't like that. "This is making my brain hurt... this is all so strange..." K rubbed her face. "How were you even born with those eyes?"

"I ask myself the same question everyday."

They suddenly heard footsteps, three figures appearing at the door.

It was Mr. Wammy, Roger, and another man who was holding a notebook. K quickly sat up.

"Backup may we come in?" Roger said. "This man would like to speak with you."

B closed his eyes and rolled his eyes as far into the back of his head as he could, and shook his head.

"Oh surely you will let them in?" Wammy spoke up, a kind smile on his face. "Come K, I will help you unpack the rest of your belongings hm?"

B looked at her. K sighed, then stood up and turned to him. "I'll see you later, B." She said before she turned and walked out of the room with Wammy. He didn't really want her to leave.

"Bye, K."