Two years later

Watching the ground pass by outside the moving car, I rest my head against the cold, tinted window, and sigh. Behind the wheel, Watari takes his eyes off the road briefly to glance at me.

"I honestly thought I could trust you more than that Beyond. You realise that you are already in a bad enough position with the police as it is." He sighs gruffly, waiting for a response.

Considering his point and moving my face away from the window to look at him.

"So I was supposed to let those guys get away with what they were doing? How they were treating that girl?" my voice rises quickly, angrily. Watari relies impatiently.

"No B. but starting a street fight, with a knife is not how you should deal with it. You should have gone to get help." I mutter under my breath as we pull into the house,

"I didn't kill them though."

Standing in front of the house, biting his nail worriedly is A. As we step out of the car he exhales loudly and steps up to meet me.

"You idiot! What were you thinking?" he yells, flailing his arms about in front of him, making me laugh, no matter how hard I try not to.

"Sorry mother." I cough, smiling and walking past him into the house.

"I can't believe you B! This is the second time this month the police have been called about you!" Ignoring A and smiling calming to myself, I tred up the stairs with my angry friend in tow. His irritated voice makes me grin wildly, amused by his annoyance. Only once we reach my room do I acknowledge him.

"They had it coming, you should have heard the things they were saying to that girl. And she looked so sad…" my voice trails off and I simply shake my head, pushing open the door.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter now, the police dropped it, so you should too." A glances at me, but I glare at him and he looks away, quietly mumbling like scolded child. I smirk approvingly and sit by the window with my knees to my chest, chewing my thumb nail and staring at a tiny spider spinning its web outside the window. The girl I saw with those men enters my mind as I stare at the tiny creature. She looked so sad, but that was before the men even said anything. It was something else. I wished, in that moment, that I could have helped with whatever was the real problem…

The night before-around 10:30

The street lamps cast a sort of cold orange, if that's possible, on the almost empty cobble street. I walk hunched over with my hands in the pockets of my black body warmer, and the cold night air stinging my cheeks. It's only the second time in two year that I have seen the town, I never leave the orphanage, and the last time I did, I was arrested for telling a police officer they were going to die soon.(I couldn't help it, it was just so tempting to see the old git erupt into anger. But he did accuse me of terrorism.)Now that I've been let out again, I absently make the decision to visit my old house. Kara tells me that nothing inside has been moved, at Watari's request, and so it is deserted. Upon pushing open the unlocked door I am greeted by a musty smell. It's obvious that no one has been here since the police checked it out and I left. Papers are strewn over the floor and a vase lies smashed on the floor with an empty vodka bottle. A fine layer of dust coats the coffee table in the living room, and the rims of many beer bottles. As I walk across the room over dust and glass I hear the wind shriek through the vents and the front door banging wildly on its hinges. The room is dark, but light enough that I can see a single photo frame lying face down on the floor. Shivering slightly, I pick up the frame and watch glass fall from it onto the floor with a quiet thud, cushioned by the dusty carpet. Hesitantly I flip over the frame and remove the photo within it with a furrowed brow and a mouth curved downwards slightly. Looking up at me is three smiling faces and a sleeping baby. My mother and father stand behind a black armchair, with her slender arms and his strong muscles placed on the shoulder of a young boy with wild black hair and a brilliant smile. In my arms, asleep is my baby sister, her frail head supported by my hand.

I smile gently at the image, but my thoughts become clouded and melancholy, and the smile fades. I still tuck the photo into my pocket and move out into the hallway and up the stairs. I rest my hand hesitantly on a door handle. Taking a breath, I enter.

Kara stands in the corner of the room watching me with weary eyes. I frown as I look around my sister's room. Stuck to the walls are drawings in brightly coloured crayon of animals, Kara and me. One is of two raven haired figures with red eyes holding hands, with a random jam jar drawn at their feet. Smiling to myself again, I turn my back on Kara and sit on the floor in the middle of the room.

"Why did you come back here?" Kara asks curiously, hovering just above the ground. Looking to the ceiling, I reply quietly.

"I thought it might be a good idea to try and remember the good things about my life, before I go completely mad. Im already half way there." I hear Kara sigh and crack her neck, before moving to the place where im sitting, and sitting next to me.

"I think that's true, I think I should have killed you long ago, before you got like this." She monotonously drones, tracing patterns of the ground with her bony fingertips. I mimic her action.

"Then why haven't you?"

She glances at me sadly before turning her eyes upwards.

"Because I can't let go of that little boy running scared in the woods. I saved you then, and I vowed to take care of you." She pauses and stands, moving towards the window.

"And I will. Finish looking around and let's go. This place is more haunted then the Shinigami realm."

Around 11:10

The sky now is icy black, and the street is still more or less deserted. The clouds flutter and explore with chilling rain, running down my face and neck. Shivering, I pull my head up and look to the ground. Walking onwards. I hear voices and I snap my head up. The street isn't as empty as I thought. Three men, about 19, walking up the street towards me, stalking a young girl. I quickly deduce that she is about 15 years old. I see her name and lifespan but I brush it off as unimportant. What matters is that she is crying and the men are speaking to her, laughing threateningly.

I cannot describe the disgusting things they say to her, but she doesn't seem to be paying them much attention. She looks distant, with glazed green eyes shimmering with tears. I notice that she has a cut on her lip and another above her eyebrow. Kara looks too at the girl and tilts her head, reading my mind.

"I wonder if it was the, who injured her. Are you going to do something?" I nod once sharply and move into the shadows. It is then that I hear the girl cry out, panic fills her eyes. One man holds her hand behind her, another has the other, and the last one has two hands clamped tightly over her mouth as she struggles to scream. The one to the girls left grabs a shard of glass from a bottle and holds it to the girls face, cutting lightly into her cheek.

A memory hits me in the face. A hand over my nose and mouth as I try to scream. The air not reaching my lungs renders me in inky black unconsciousness. And I wake up to bruises and blood in my hair.

From where I stand, hidden, I throw a knife with such precision that it hits the hand over the girl's mouth right between the knuckles. He lets out a blood curdling scream and falls to the ground in pain. The girl is already unconscious. The other two men look around in panic as their friend screams at the top of his lungs. I smirk, hitting another in the knee. By this point all three have released their hold on the girl, and her head is rested on Kara's hand to break the fall. She is slowly lowered to lie flat. The final man looks to the shadows on the opposite side of the street to me dumbly. I grin devilishly and step out of the shadows, my hood pulled up and over my face.

"I don't know about you, but this is pretty fun!"