Author Note: First of all, I'd like to thank those of you who've read this story! To those who haven't, I've put an evil hex on you;)jk Anyway, this chapter is somewhat shorter than the last, and I'm sorry for it. I've been suffering from writer's block and headaches Ok, that's enough from me. Enjoy!

Beyond Birthday tossed and turned in his bed. He had always been restless, but the fact that he was on the verge of his teens made him even more so. The urge to creep about Winchester, creep about and never come back was beguiling. There was really nothing that kept him bound to Wammy's. He didn't have a mentor to look up to like Aleksis did. He didn't have any friends, just enemies. He lacked a purpose. He was a brilliant child with zero drive. And he was outrageously deviant. B believed that the only reason he was tolerated at Wammy's was because he was a danger to the world. His being a threat to others was the only reason that his previous orphanage had given him up. Unfortunately, or fortunately as B saw it, he happened to be at the right place and time whenever an orphan or staff member shuffled off this mortal coil. Everyone began to see B as the wraithlike shadow that precedes death. Now, it's difficult to say how much of an active role a young B played in the deaths he witnessed. It's anyone's guess, really. What's for sure is that one day a grey-haired man came to administer a test to the entire orphanage. Only one child was singled out and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when this devil child was exorcised from the orphanage. But B felt that the time had come for him to exorcise himself from this orphanage.

"What would be a good day to leave, hmmm?" B mused as he folded his arms beneath his head. "I guess after the thirteenth of next month is good. I can't go through my teens in this place. It'll be torture. Yeah! Okay! The thirteenth it is!" He let out a laugh of pure joy and malice. But his malicious joy was short-lived when the she-devil slithered into his brain. "Su-loch Mis-try. Fucking Suloch Mistry." He had to laugh at the perverted context of that last sentence. B got off his bed and began to pace his room. The light of the moon crawled in through the gothic-style window of B's room like a phantom. "I'm just glad that no one else was around to see me get beat…and by a girl!" B said aloud. "It's also good that no teacher got in the way. That encounter…though completely humiliating…served to assess Suloch's physical level. Overall, she's pretty strong and sharp, too. I'll just have to be a hundred times stronger and sharper, then."B stopped walking when he remembered the other part of Suloch that made her a force to be reckoned with, the shinigami eyes.

"I can see yours, too," He remembered her saying. "What's more…I know how you're going to die, Bryan Loki." The memory of those words made his blood boil. Without thinking, he smashed his fist against the wall until his knuckles were pink with blood. He stopped after a few minutes and pulled at his hair. Doing so only served to remind him of when she had done the same to him. "If you fuck around with me, I'll come for you…like a thief in the night!" He sat back down on his bed, completely ignorant of the pain pulsating through his hand. "She's cunning," he seethed, "She looks sweet and innocent but that's just a front! DAMN HER AND… DAMN ME! I should've been cunning! I should've put on my fakest smile and won her trust! She may know far more than I do about shinigami eyes! I need to get some information on her, or at the very least find out what her kryptonite is." Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head. "The administrative offices!" B exclaimed. "They have records on everybody!" The idea made his lips curl up into a demon-like grimace. His eyes looked up at the clock on his wall. "Perfecto!" he cried. "In a few more minutes I can make my move."

After what seemed like an insufferable eternity to B, he finally crept out of his room. He nimbly dodged in and out of the shadows, avoiding the detection of the security cameras. Long before, B had made a mental note of all the cameras on the school grounds. He had also paid close attention to the times when the cameras would rotate and film at a different angle. Like an artist, he used the shadows and angles to craft his escape. B quickly moved through the boys' dormitory, crossed the back courtyard, passed the classrooms, and made it to the school's main building. He looked around for any opening. There wasn't any, which meant he would have to use the makeshift key he had brought along. Once he had the door open, B cautiously peered in. Everything inside was deathly quiet and partially lit by moonlight. He warily stepped in, mindful of the position of the cameras. B prowled about the different offices until he came upon the one that kept student records. After forcing the lock open with his homemade key, B found himself in a room full of locked filing cabinets. Undaunted, the young sociopath tried to force open his third lock that night. This time, however, third time wasn't the charm. As it turned out, neither was the fourth, fifth, sixth, or twentieth time. He tried other filing cabinets but to no avail. None would open.

"Shit!" he fumed, "what do I do now?" He stopped himself from kicking a filing cabinet out of frustration. His plan had failed; he didn't want to get caught as well. B's dark eyes desperately scanned the room, looking for anything that might salvage his nocturnal mission. He then spotted what he took to be a secretary's desk. There were some papers, manila folders, and pens strewn about. B drew closer to examine the items on the desk. His eyes practically fell out of his head when he saw that one of the manila folders was marked New Students. If the secretary had been present, B would've kissed and thanked them for their lack of filing skills. He quickly began to search the documents for anything on Suloch. B found that each of the papers had a helpful photo accompanying it. "Let's see," B said as he thumbed through the pages. "Yesterday we got a Zhan Shu…two blonde kids…Cristina Mortimer and Mihael Keehl." Slowly, a Cheshire cat smile materialized on B's pallid face when he laid eyes on the last photograph. He had found Suloch Mistry. As B began to read, he found that Suloch was some months younger than him. She was originally from a very impoverished area of central India. Until just recently, Suloch had only been at the Pondur Church Orphan Home from the time she was ten. Her family had abandoned her at a very young age, and she became a street child. She had lived a hard life, but B was untouched. Unlike Suloch, B had grown up with both his parents, but it had been a living hell. No, the word hell didn't describe the house fate had condemned him to. It had been a fate much, MUCH worse than hell. He shook off any memories that might resurface and continued to read. The next part of Suloch's file was her medical record. It read the following:

Suloch suffers from a strange sickness that causes migraines, blindness and bleeding from the eyes; sometimes it occurs separately but can happen with all three symptoms at the same time. This recurrent malady happens at random intervals and without any forewarning. To date, doctors have not been able to diagnose this sickness. The only thing that alleviates the symptoms is bed rest in a darkened room. Extreme light is to be avoided at all times.

"So," B muttered, "she gets the headaches, too." Bryan Loki, Beyond Birthday, B, regardless of the name, the boy had always suffered from an occasional migraine. It would start in the back of his eyes and extend to the rest of his head. It sucked, but what else could be expected from being blessed with a power that no human child should naturally possess. Suloch was another story. Her powerful eyes had cost her dearly whereas B had paid nothing. This information is helpful, B assured himself. I'll get more from her. I'm not leaving this place without it. I'll find a way to make her talk. He looked at her photograph once more before putting her file away. Suloch's grey eyes stared back at him. The expression on her face was both intense and vulnerable. "We'll only have to suffer each other for a few more weeks," B whispered to the picture. He closed the manila folder and was about to put it back when he noticed something else on the desk. It was Aleksis' file and it was marked with a 1 on the upper-left corner. He picked it up and noticed that his own file was just underneath. B's file had a 2 on it. He scowled and felt the sudden urge to tear the office apart. Surprisingly, B let it go, an unusual thing for the violent young man to do. His previous bouts of insomnia coupled with this night's misadventure had drained him of energy. Satisfied with the information he had found and deathly tired, B decided to call it a night. He made sure everything was put back in its place and exited the room. Once in the hallway, however, B froze in place. A shadowy figure stood a few feet away from him.

"The jig is up young man," said a calm, male voice that came from the shadow.

"…who the fuck are you?" B asked, defiantly. The voice didn't sound familiar to him.

"Language like that does nothing for one's image," the shadow curtly and coolly said.

To be continued…