Why did I bring this chapter out so early? To get the story moving.. Because in the last chapter I believe it's very sketchy so here is this chapter. And to be honest, this isn't any better considering this is an insight on how B and Ayano met xD ... to me it's weird e_e

Well, enjoy! :D

I walked quickly down the alley, on my way home. It was the middle of January, therefore it was very cold. I was happy it wasn't snowing. I had stared down at the dirty concrete, lost in my own personal thoughts. Lost in my gory, sickening imagination. Just as I was getting to the climax of the murder happening in my head, I bumped into a dark shadowed man, knocking me back on my heels.

"I'm so sorry, mister." I muttered backing up a step. He turned around and I saw red eyes reflect off the light that crept down the alley from the street. I saw a smirk rising on his features, also reflecting off the lights.

"Consider apology accepted... Although..." He bent over slightly and sniffed the air around me. "You smell of blood."

I was utterly speechless; I really did not know what to say... I tried my best to wash off the smell of blood; I even changed clothes and threw out the ones caked in blood.

"H-how...?" I stuttered and trailed off, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

"You've committed a murder. I can smell the blood of the victim... And there has been a lot of blood too. You also tried to cover up the smell with strong perfume," as he explained this, his smirk was gone but his features held onto a mask of no expression at all.

I nearly smacked him, but I did not. Something was up with him; it's not every day that any normal person could determine that much from a very dilute smell of blood. He knew too much, and with knowing too much, he carried the danger of having the police know. And if the police knew about my long years of murders, they would lock me away. Soon I would become mad, more insane then I already am. And that would be very bad. "Who the fuck are you..."

"B."

I hesitated, knowing full well that it was a fake name he could have used often, so I responded with my own fake name, "...Hisako."

That damn smirk of his returned, "What was your reason?"

"It was out of selfishness." I'm giving him too much information...

His face lit up slightly in the darkness, "Interesting... I murder for experimentation and..." He paused to make the moment seem dramatic, "Blood lust."

I blinked, "So you're telling me that you kill... for fun?" Who does that? They must have a reason... right?

"Maybe, and now since we have exchanged information..." B pushed me against the brick wall of some building that happened to create this alley with another building. Shit, shit, shit... Why did I leave my knives at the crime scene and not bring them back... The memory of the dead girl I had just killed flashed through my mind. The girl where I had stabbed her in the chest with 9 different knives.

"We know each other better from simply speaking, and since we know each other more..." He took out a thin shiny black blade from his baggy blue jeans. "You have to go. You know too much information, and I can't risk that with you. Even if you had just committed a murder, I can't trust you." He brought the blade up to my forehead, pushing back my bangs and I came close to screaming. The only thing I was afraid of was death. Nothing else compared to the thought of death. I guess you could consider me a hypocrite.

"P-please don't... I g-gave you in-information as well..."

He gave me a fake smile, almost a sneer, and he slowly dragged the blade across my forehead. The skin of my forehead started to open, and warm blood started to ooze down my nose and near my eyes. That's when I lost it.

"No! Stop please! Please don't kill me! I'll do anything I'm so sorry for ever bumping into you and I-" His hand clamped firm over my mouth and his lips came to my ear.

"Did you say you'll do 'anything'? Anything, ne? Well... That is a pretty big price to pay... for a women that seems so innocent like you, I thought that you would regret all those murders you have made, however many those are..." His hand gripped my mouth harder, "Although, you seemed a little content after. What led me into thinking you would regret that murder was you having your head down when you walked."

With a shaky hand, I reached up and gently pressed his arm away, and he cooperated. "I... I regret nothing... O-of what I did t-to her... I... I love to murder the people w-who put me through Hell... I d-don't want to d-die!" I was almost in tears, and the stinging in my forehead didn't help at all.

"Ah, so we have a little killing machine? Tell you what," He tilted up my chin so I could stare into those inhuman, sadistic red eyes he had. "I'll let you live for a price. And don't get your hopes up, it's a pretty big price itself, and you even asked for it."

And when I expected what was to come next, was right.

"You'll do anything for me. I am your master. You will do whatever I ask of you, even if it costs you your life. You are mine. A pawn if you will... And you will help me accomplish whatever task I need done," the smirk on his face growing larger and larger just added to the insanity in his eyes. "Now promise me... Promise me, from down in your heart, that you will be mine, a minion, a pawn, and no one else's. Say it."

And that's where my life promise had developed.

With a shaky breath, I spoke my heart. I spoke what I thought was right. "I... I will stay by your side, and I will help you in anything you decide to do, in anyway. I will be by your side, until you say the very last words. I will stop at nothing to let you succeed in what you must do, and I will never doubt you in doing so. Until you say the words of my retreat, of my death, I will follow you until the very end..."

B closed his eyes in thought. I wonder what he was thinking after I said all of that... I want to know if he believed me or not...

He opened his eyes and looked into mine. I wonder if he could actually see the color in this dark alley... He pulled down the knife from my forehead letting my bangs drop, cleaned of his blood covered blade with his white shirt, and then put it back into his pocket. "I'll believe it when I see it, come with me," He walked in the direction of the opposite way I was walking. I'm guessing he believed me, and I gave a mental sigh in relief of being killed.

We walked through so many allies, some lit up, and some almost pitch black. The blood on my forehead started to dry up, with my bangs caked to it, but it was still sticky when I touched it gently. I winced. It hurt like complete hell. I have never been cut before on the forehead...

B turned around to see me about nine feet from him, "What are you doing?" Then I realized I had stopped walking, and to my stupidity, I face palmed.

"Ow!" I yelped and took my hand back down, palm covered in sticky black-ish red blood. I winced, instinctively sucking in air through my clenched teeth. B walked over to me and looked up at my forehead, sighing. He reached into his pants pocket and cut off a large piece of the bottom rim of his white shirt, and the top rim where his neck was. He reached up, pushing back my bangs and wrapping the long thick piece of fabric around my head. He took the small piece of white fabric, which was his collar of his shirt, and tied the long piece of fabric with the smaller piece, securing the end of the long piece with the other end so it wouldn't unravel.

He immediately resumed the hunched over position he had whenever he walked, shoving his hands back into his pockets, "Was it that hard to tie a piece of fabric onto your head?"

"But... What about your shirt? It's ruined. And these 'bandages' are white, the blood will soak through," I blinked as he continued walking, which I had no choice but to follow behind him. After all he did tell me to follow, and I already made the promise to do anything. Not to mention, I have no idea where I am.

"As I had seen while putting the cloth on your forehead, most of the blood has dried up. So it will only soak the cloth from my shirt a little" He said in a voice with no emotion at all. Was he bi-polar? Or just... insane?

We walked in the shadows of buildings and street lamps as cars on the street passed by and few people walked around us. We soon passed a house I knew. The same house that I had just visited recently this night. Police cars and ambulances surround the little condo, and many people stood outside. Everyone was talking at once so it was nearly impossible to make out what everyone was saying.

"You have a gift for destruction, Hisako. Or either..." B looked back quickly and went back to staring ahead. "You are just like me."

"I don't kill for fun," What a lie that was. I killed to quench my hatred and blood lust... Just like him. But I did have reason behind the murders I have made. Whether or not if I need this burning deep down inside to be quenched, I still believed that their needed to be a reason other than just for 'fun'.

"...Why did you hesitate in saying otherwise?" Damn him. "Remember, you're still mine."

We walked for quite a while more... until we reached an apartment. He unlocked it quietly and stepped in, not bothering to turn on a light. I pondered on whether I was to go into the darkness of his apartment, I surely didn't know. But whatever decision I was to make were pushed away as he took my wrist and pulled me inside. It was warm, unlike the cold winter outside. Almost comforting, even if I was in a strangers house.

He turned on the light dimly, revealing a kitchen. It was modern and small, nothing too drastic or suspicious. His apartment looked completely normal... except him. Now that I could see what he looked like close up in the dim light, he would stick out in a group full of people. He was pale, and of course I could see that his eyes were red. His hair was messy and black and it was nearly shoulder length, and it stuck out in random directions. He had on his plain shirt, that was obviously ripped of course and his blue jeans were faded. He looked young, and he was thin and tall. Well he would have been tall if he had not slouched over. Under his wide red eyes, signs showed lack of sleep.

And this moment of looking at each others features closely, studying each other, I trusted him. For he was my master now, and I would have to.

"Ayano Kei Takara."

"Beyond Birthday."

So how'd you enjoy it? :D I still don't know when I'll be updating on this because I mean who would want to read this? xD

If anyone has any idea's when I should update could you please leave a review telling me when? Dx