Here is Chapter five my beautiful reviewers! :'D There is a bit of gore in this one xD and by a bit, i mean a lot. Just saying now :3 OH and not to mention there is swearing D: so just.. be aware of that 3 but this is a story about BB so... Why not?

Part Five

I took short cuts in alley ways, mostly because it was normal to me and I was used to it. Light from the afternoon sun shone down and lit up the alley, seeming less intimidating than it would if it were dark.

Usual as always, my feet take me everywhere in the alleys. I didn't care. I already knew where B's apartment was from going out on so many jam trips. And also because I used to live amongst alleys day and night anyway.

My body drove deeper and deeper into the maze like corridors, but never once did I have the feeling of being lost. I bet B wouldn't mind if I'm not back right away… I smiled to myself, he has a couple jars of jam left to hold over his weird cravings.

On instinct, I looked down when I walked. It always led to me bumping into people. It was quite embarrassing.

"Oh!" I scrambled back away from the figure. "I-I'm so sorry, sir!" This part in the alley just happened to be shadowed, so I couldn't make out a face. I shook my head in frustration, If this is some guy waited to jump somebody, then why the hell is he doing it in the day time?

I could make out a warm smile. "No, no. It's quite alright, young lady." Maybe he isn't that kind of guy after all.

In just about a second, the jars of jam were spilled out of the bag, some shattered. I was doubled over in the sharp pain in my stomach, the wind punched from my body. Next I felt a hand slam my head back against a concrete wall, pushing on my wind pipe.

It hurt of course, and I cursed to myself for ever believing that damn smile was true. I opened an eye to see the smile that turned devilishly into a grin.

"Hee hee hee… What a pretty girl we have here…" At first he gazed longingly at my blonde wig then at my contact green eyes. After, he pushed his hand into my pants pocket and pulled out the money I had stuffed into it. It's not like I could do anything, I was being choked. In an attempt to draw his attention away from counting the wad of cash, I made a strangled sound and gripped his hand tight.

The man looked up to me and that's when I saw his face. He had blonde hair that had streaks of light brown in it and light blue eyes. Nearly resembling my fake appearance if I had light brown streaks. He had little stubble on his chin from not shaving recently and his bangs hung slightly over his eyes.

I tried giving a twisted grin to show that I was playing along with his pathetic game, "What a shame…" I choked out, "such a handsome face… Such a nice man… Who had to give up such a perfect life to stealing away women in alley ways."

The result of saying such a cocky comment ended in him gripping my neck harder, almost to the point where I couldn't breathe. My eyes shut instinctively and I tried wracking my brain for ideas. I didn't know if he was going to try to kill me, rape me, or just hurt me.

At the moment my hands were gripping his that held my throat, so no punching. Okay. Got it… So… Legs? Yes.

I took the great liberty of kneeing him where it hurts a guy most. Where the sun doesn't shine. The family jewels, If you will.

His hand released me and I gasped for air. When the air came back to my lungs I looked down. I giggled softly at the idiotic crouching figure. My turn.

Seconds flew by fast and guess what? Yep. I was back against the wall again with a hand squeezing down on my throat. How immature in fighting tactics like this…

"It's sad how… You use the same move last time… Got anything else up your sleeve…? Or just being cliché as you are now…?" He growled in response.

"You're a crazy bitch you know."

"Heh… I wouldn't have guessed..."

"…I like crazy." He smirked in the shadows.

I gave him a strained warning glare. If he dare try to touch me I'll kill him. And just to think… I wasn't planning on any murders today…

He pushed his free hand onto my hip and guided it up my body. I growled and spat out with plenty of acid in my voice, "Don't you dare, I'll kill you."

The repulsive young man started to pull up my shirt when a shadow dropped down from the building. The human figure seemed to swing out its leg and smash its foot to the man's face. I pulled my shirt down and glanced momentarily at the man, rubbing at his head and swearing profusely.

I turned my gaze to the slouched over figure of another man who now stood over the disgusting man. He leaned down and I saw a flash of a smile play on the figure's face, and it wasn't friendly either.

Oddly I felt a sense of familiarity as the slouching man pulled out his pocket knife. My mind started piecing things together. The wild dark hair, the demonic smile, the knife, the long sleeved shirt, the baggy jeans, the bent over posture…

The figure muttered softly to the man, "How sad for you to live your life this way… You look like the type of man who would get plenty of women by the way you look and dress… But does that matter now? No." Anger crept into the figures low voice in response to the twisted anger in the rapists face, "You're really a disgusting, horrible man…" The demonic smirk returned to his features, "But who's to say I'm not as well?"

The man on the ground was getting frustrated and his hostility was waning, "What the fuck do you want?!"

Beyond Birthday's grin was growing larger, "I want you to die."

The rapist swung at B.

B leaned back slightly.

The rapist missed.

B took this moment to plunge the knife down into the man's neck, in which blood immediately started to pour out of him. The rush of blood was like a hose's water pressure being on medium. The man jerked harshly and let out a gurgled sound as the blood spread everywhere, even eventually reaching my feet, but I didn't move.

"No way am I leaving this behind…" Beyond muttered to himself and pulled the knife from the rapist's neck. He cleaned off the gooey liquid with the dead man's shirt and dropped it into the pocket of his baggy jeans.

My eyes felt wide and my whole being was still suppressed against the cold concrete wall. I stood there nearly shaking, scared out of my mind.

Today was supposed to be an innocent, happy, bright day… My eyes drifted to the man drenched in blood. But he ruined it… Anger built inside slowly.

B turned to me and I saw those eyes. The inhuman red eyes that could paralyze me any day… But today. Today I wanted answers.

"Why did you kill him? How much did you see? Why are you out of the apartment? Did you follow me? Why—"

"I won't let anyone touch a pawn of mine while I still need it. I saw all of it. I'm out of the apartment because you were taking too long. No, I did not follow you, I was looking."

I growled, "Why didn't you help me before then? Why didn't you help me when you didn't want you 'pawn' to get hurt?" The anger built up more in the pit of my stomach, "Did it ever cross your mind that maybe I wanted to kill him?! That I haven't quenched my blood lust in a while?!"

B stood there emotionless and he walked up to me. He seemed to take a moment to look over my long wig and fake green eyes, different from my long brownish black hair and blue eyes. No more than a foot away he whispered in annoyance, "I wanted to see how it played out and I would've helped earlier but you weren't truly violated or defenseless. I know you're capable of more than what you showed that man, you are stronger. And yes, it did cross my mind that you would have liked to kill him. However, you were about to be molested or even raped and you did nothing to stop it. And I understand that you haven't murdered in a while without my consent and I'm sorry about that."

"…Smart ass…" I muttered and crossed my arms.

"Being a smart ass is better than being a dumb ass."

I gave a glare before turning to pick up the bag of jam. I purposefully left the broken bottles on the ground; there was no use to bring them home.

I started toward the end of that alley and wiped the blood from my boots before stepping into the light again. Not once did I look back at the body. I heard a mumbled, "He even broke my jam…" from a whiny B. I rolled my eyes.

We didn't go into any conversations when we walked home. I guess we both knew not to take anymore deep alleys again today. The silence wasn't awkward when we walked next to each other, occasionally I took little side glances at B's face trying to find any sign of emotion.

I reached for the door first when we arrived on the door step and I leaped inside. I placed all the jam in the fridge and threw the bag out and crossed the living room. With a sigh, I reluctantly headed for the stairs, calling out a "I'll be upstairs if you need me," before heading up.

In my room I took off the blonde wig and let my brownish black hair fall over my shoulders. The long soft strands hung at the middle of my back and over my forehead, almost like the blonde wig except that the wig went farther down my back. I headed to the bathroom to take out the green contacts and place them with my other collection of differently colored ones. I looked back into the mirror and pushed up my bangs, revealing my very profound scar.

The scar was a part of me now and it always will be, resembling the beginning of the new life B gave me back in the late winter. Scars on people used to mean nothing to me until that night, and now I know what kind of emotions they can hold.

They tell us that the past is real, and we can never go back or ever change it. …Well that's my thoughts on them anyway.

Down the stairs I went and found B on the computer again. I ignored him halfheartedly and sat on the couch reaching for the remote, ready for my regular old cartoons.

"Ayano," B said flatly looking at the screen of his computer, "You want to know when the first real stages of my plan are?" I stopped mid reach for the remote.

Abandoning the idea of T.V. time, I rushed to his side and perched my head on his shoulder staring at words, on his computer, that I didn't bother to read, "Yes! Please, I'd love to! Am I able to help out?"

His lips twitched up slightly as he stared at the screen, not exactly reading anything either. I knew his full attention was on me and a bubbly feeling rose up in my stomach.

"We're going to be committing some murders…"

At first I was surprised but I told myself this was B, and I was Ayano, and we were cruel, sick, and disturbing. The thought of quenching this hunger for death made me feel ecstatic.

"When?!"

"July 31st is the date for the first murder, then on August 4th the second murder will happen. Eventually, a third murder will take place on August 13th."

I remembered B telling me yesterday night that it was July 22nd, which means the first murder, including today, is only 9 days away. I was a little disappointed at first think of how antsy I will be for nine days to pass, but it at least it wasn't thirty or something like that. And the second and third murders are close to each others too! I smiled, We're actually both going to get something out of this…

"Who's the first victim?"

"Believe Bridesmaid."

Everyone has such odd names… But so does B… wait… Believe Bridesmaid… Beyond Birthday… B.B. and B.B. … Could they have known each other? No… But they must have if B would target someone like that or…

I looked at the soft pale skin of his cheek and decided that I would never know what he's thinking.

B turned his face to look at me. Our eyes meet and our noses bumped but he nor I pulled away. His eyes up close were such a unique color of red I couldn't describe it. He was so close… But, what was he thinking? Is he thinking about the color of my eyes and the closeness we are to each other too? His eyes still showed no sign of emotion, just dark rimmed crimson orbs.

At the same moment we pulled away, he turned back to the computer and I went back to the couch. Before I sat down I saw something flash over his eyes before he looked toward his computer again. I blinked and looked at the remote that sat there idly.

There was something in his mind. Something. My gaze threatened to travel over to his being, but I resisted. He did feel emotion… Like being sadistic. But that definitely wasn't it… So then what? I know other emotions are behind his mask. I just know they are.

New Guest person xD: Thank you! I'm glad you think it's smexy

Emi: I'm glad you also think this is smexy :'D And yes I'm hoping I do continue T.T I'm actually a way better drawer than a writer compared to my friend, so usually the only thing I finish is drawings Dx but I love Ayano and this story too much I can't let it disappear! D:

I hope you all enjoyed this wonderful chapter :D I know it's very unlikely now that BB would show feelings but the L.A.B. thingies will be coming up soon and those goes by quicker than I thought so i had to fit his emotions in here somewhere before anything big happens Dx So please forgive meh!

Review? For the the possibly false-ness of his emotions? QwQ