A/N: I guess I'm going to continue this. I'm finished with Is That a Bet? so I have nothing else to write about. Thank you, those who reviewed the first two chapters.

"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise," Envy cackled as she observed the ghostly figure that claimed to be my brother in front of us.

But unlike her, I was far from amused. "Sister? What are you talking about?" I snapped, crossing my arms. "I just know you from a few dreams I've had."

"Ah, I see," the raven-haired man remarked. "But since when do dreams become reality?"

"Never, that's the point!" I said a bit angrily and reached for the my pajama shirt, clutching comforter to cover my chest. After feeling around the bed with one hand for a moment, I felt the soft cotton shirt and slid it over my body. The so-called 'Beyond' was eyeing me with a curious and amused look on his face. I scowled. "What's so funny? Like watching me get dress, pervert?"

"You still have the scars," he commented. "I didn't know you had even gotten any."

I raised an eyebrow. "Scars? You have some explaining to do before we get into my physical appearance."

Beyond sniggered and took a seat in a black office chair on the other side of the room. "Right, right. Just what is it you want to know?"

"Let's start with me being kin to you."

Beyond gave a small nod. "A logical place to begin. Let's see, how to explain this… do you remember the fire?"

"Fire?" I echoed, confused.

"You know, the fire that killed our parents?"

I blinked at him in confusion. My parents were alive and well until tonight, what's he talking about?

Beyond snickered quietly at my silence. "Oh, you thought those people were your parents? I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken. Those were your foster parents."

"Foster parents?"

"Are you just going to repeat everything I say?" Beyond questioned. "If so, please keep quiet and let me explain."

I opened my mouth to argue, but found nothing clever to say back. I shut my mouth reluctantly.

Beyond grinned with a slight malicious glint in his obsidian eyes. "Okay, time for story telling. Once upon a time, there lived two children. One's name was Beyond and the second child's name was Sarah." I narrowed my eyes.

"The two children lived happily together in a two-story house in England. The boy was only ten at the time and the girl was only four. These children were siblings, brother and sister. They got along remarkably, rarely arguing…"

"Are you saying we lived together and I don't remember?" I interrupted.

Beyond glanced at her. "Ssh. It's rude to interrupt someone when they are speaking. Now where was I… Oh yes, our house…"

…Did he just shush me? Who does he think he is? I crossed my arms and leaned back against the wall, waiting for him to continue with this tale of his.

"…The siblings lived with their parents who loved them unconditionally. It was your picture-perfect family- until that fateful day." I saw his eyes flash with a look of excitement. It made me feel a bit uneasy. "The candle was carelessly left lit when the family went to bed. Said candle was knocked over by the family pet and the wooden house was engulfed in flames in thirty minutes."

"It was I who smelled the smoke first, and it was I that carried my four-year-old sister out of the house. Her counter said it wasn't her time just yet. But my parents- their counter clearly stated that today would be their date of death. So I didn't interfere with destiny and watched as our house came tumbling down. Firefighters, ambulances, police officers- they all came in vain. The house was reduced to a charred rumble and the smoking corpses were recovered- burnt beyond recognition."

I took a moment to observe him. He seemed so excited by this terrifying tale- it was slightly frightening. And what was this 'counter' he was speaking of? I longed to ask him, but it seems that his story wasn't over just yet.

"The children were left to be orphans with nowhere or no one to turn to. They slept out in the field by the ashy pile of wood because the girl was terrified of the idea of leaving what she used to call home- even though she had no sight to see it. Two days passed and they were awoken by a man who looked middle-aged. He informed me that I would be traveling to an orphanage for the academically gifted, while my dear sister would be adopted into a foster home."

"They promised we would meet again, but sadly that was a coldhearted lie. I never saw my sister again, and she never heard my voice. We were left to grow with faded memories of our past life, hoping maybe one day we would meet again," He finished with a smirk. "Aren't I a great story teller? If I wasn't dead I could narrate books for a living."

"Great story, except I have no memories of this happening," I said flatly, unimpressed. "You're going to need more than some story to convince me."

"Troublesome, are we?" Beyond said with a fake hurtful tone. "Okay, how's this then? You are Sarah Rhodes, formally known as Sarah Birthday. You are fifteen years old with type AB blood type. You have been blind since birth due to the defective gene from your birth mother's side. You were born in 1992 on the date of August 4th… Need I say more?"

"Stalker," I accused. "Where'd you find that stuff out at?"

Beyond sighed. "I've been trying to tell you, I'm your brother."

"Lies," I muttered, mostly trying to convince myself. "All lies.

"Sarah, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I can see both of your full names. The last name I see above you isn't 'Rhodes', it's Birthday. This guy's not lying."

"Listen to the shinigami, Sarah. She knows what she's talking about."

"H-How can you see Envy?" I sputtered, glancing from the shinigami to the spirit.

"The dead and the death gods are connected. The dead, unless they are attached to a building or location, go to the shinigami realm at death to become a shinigami. You have a choice between choosing either fate…"

"But the catch is that you are attached to that location for a specific reason. That reason will eventually be fulfilled, may it be two years or two thousand years from now. When that reason is fulfilled, you will cease to exist in either realms, while shinigami can add on to their life by killing humans with the death note." Envy finished.

"The downside is the shinigami realm is said to be the most pathetic, dull, rotting, not-at-all-interesting realm to ever exist." Beyond added in, eyeing the shinigami across from him. "All the shinigami have to do is murder, play pointless games, chat, and kill some more. Pretty dull. At least here I can scare the kids senseless from time to time."

Envy waved her hand in dismissal. "It isn't THAT bad…"

"Not what I have heard," Beyond said as he pulled a jar of jam out of seemingly no where. He pulled a huge glob of the stuff out and stuffed in his mouth, his lips smacking messily. "But that's beside the point. Now that I see you here, sister, I think my reason for being here has arrived."

"Just one second." I lightly massaged my temple with my fingers as I tried to take in all of this new information. One- I have a brother. A dead brother, but it's a brother. Two- I'm adopted. And then three- all of this new information on the afterlife. But there was still something not right, not normal. Why were his eyes a different color from his body? Well, there's no hurt in asking. He seems open with everything else, after all. "Beyond, I have the ability to see souls."

The raven-haired spirit raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yes. Every being has a different color. Animals are red, humans are blue, spirits are green, and shinigami are purple." Beyond nodded, signifying that he understood. I continued. "Well, your body is green, but your eyes are purple. Explain?"

Beyond's face cracked into a smirk. "Oh, these? That's simple. I have the eyes of a shinigami."

I blinked, confused. "No, I have the eyes of a shinigami."

"You both do," Envy interrupted. We both turned our heads towards the skeletal figure. "Shinigami eyes have two functions, soul seeing and life seeing. Soul seeing isn't commonly used anymore. Most shinigami forget their eyes even have that function. Soul seeing is a bit orthodox, but that's not important now. You both have the eyes. Beyond has life-seeing eyes and Sarah has soul-seeing eyes."

I locked my gaze on his wide eyes that were glowing a light purple. "So you can see my name and lifespan right now?"

Her brother grinned again. "Right down to the millisecond. But don't plan on me telling you when."

"Of course not. That would take all the fun out of things, right?" I replied, also smirking.

Beyond nodded and dug another glob of jam out of the jar. "Exactly."

I was beginning to feel a little more comfortable around this spirit now. He is my brother after all. I leaned back against the wall, folding my arms behind my head. "So… If you don't mind me asking, how exactly did you… Well, you know…" I did slicing motion across my neck.

He visibly stiffened. "Are you asking on the circumstances of my death?"

"Yeah, you could say that," I fiddled with my fingers. "If it's a problem…"

"No, it's fine," Beyond interrupted. "Here's all you need to know- I made a mistake. I killed three people and was the mastermind behind the Los Angeles BB Murder Cases."

BB. Beyond Birthday. This had been a case that even she had heard of. And the case was all the way in America. It was known as a perplexing, gruesome, merciless string of killings that started off with strangulation, but grew to something morbid like cutting off arms and legs. It didn't exactly settle nicely with her that her long lost brother was a serial killer, however. Just as she thought she got away from homicidal blood. "Why?

"Why?" Beyond echoed, amused as he licked more jam off of his fingers.

"I think I spoke clearly." I said and crossed my arms.

Beyond snickered quietly. "What, did I cross a line? I merely killed them because I had the ability to. I knew exactly how to carry how the killings, how to cover it up, and how to leave enough evidence left for it to be a clue in a one big game. My original goal- create a case that L couldn't solve." He glared down at the jar of jam. "I was going to be the fourth victim. And I would have succeeded had that blasted Naomi Misora not gotten in the way…"

"L? The world's greatest detective?" This piped up my interest a bit.

Beyond scowled. "Yes, him. I was trained to succeed him. That's the catch to this hell hole," His eyes flashed. "…People have committed suicide while in training. One of my closest companions while staying here killed herself." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe that is what set me off…? It angered me so much seeing my friend killing herself because of training L put her through. If only I had the chance to wrap my hands around his neck and starve him of oxygen until his heart stops beating…" His eyes were quiet dark as he fantasized the murder.

"How kind," I mumbled sarcastically. slightly disturbed by what I had just heard. "I'm related to a psychotic serial killer."

"Psychotic is a strong word," Beyond remarked, but didn't seem openly bothered by the offensive term.

"Yet strangely fitting, don't you think?"

"That is a matter of opinion," Beyond stated. "Now you know all of my secrets, and I'm not too interested in yours. But I would like to ask of a favor."

I raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "A favor?"

"Yes," Beyond confirmed, nodding. "If you could just assist me in the murder of L…"

"No!" I interrupted sharply, throwing daggers at my brother with my eyes. "I'm not murdering anyone!"

The raven-haired man pouted. "But sister, he has caused me so much pain."

"And what will revenge do?" I countered. "You're dead now. The only thing murder will do is land me in jail."

"Jail is not too bad. I had my own cell," Beyond informed me as he dug out more of the scarlet jam. At this point I was unsure whether that was jam or something else…

"Your own cell? My god, you must be the luckiest soul in the world!" I exclaimed sarcastically.

He blinked blankly at me, his tongue slipping past his placid lips to lick tentatively at the jam on his finger.

This urged me to continue. "I have expectations for my life. They aren't very good, but are certainly better than rotting in a cell waiting for Kira to finish me off. Which is what you did, wasn't it?"

"Kira might actually like you for killing L," Beyond pointed out.

I was actually clutching the comforter in anger at this point. Suggesting me to kill… Just who does he think I am? I'm a blind girl. I would probably end up tripping and falling when I went it to stab. Or strangle. Or poison. Or whatever his sick mind comes up with. "Why the hell would I want Kira on my side?"

"He has the power to hold the whole world hostage if needed. Being on his good side could be useful."

"I have faith that the police will catch him before he pulls a stunt like that," I muttered, running my right hand through my damp, raven hair while my other hand still clutched the blankets.

Beyond laughed at this. Not a snicker or a chuckle, but a bone-chilling laugh. "Do you? Really, now? Sister, you have a shinigami following you. Have you not figured out that Kira's method of killing is supernatural? It is nearly impossible for him to get caught as long as he covers his tracks."

"Kira has a shinigami?" I asked in disbelief.

"What else don't you know?" Beyond asked. "See, you have no idea what you are talking about. Kill L, hell, kill Kira. They both contributed to my murder."

I shifted uncomfortably. "As much as I hate Kira, I could never succumb to murder? Do you hear me? Never."

"So stubborn," he sang nonchalantly with smirk. "It's okay, you will warm to the idea…"

"No, I won't!" I cried in frustration. "That's what you don't get. There's a reason why you're dead and I'm alive, Beyond. I won't kill anyone."

Beyond was strangely unresponsive this time. A ghost of a grin was gracing his pale, green-tinged face and his eyes were sparking with amusement.

"What?" I hissed impatiently, my upper body shooting up off the bed as I glared at him. "Was it something I said?"

He wordlessly lifted his hand and pointed to the door, the grin growing. I followed his gaze, which landed at the open door. My stomach did flips as I looked at Roger, standing in my doorway, a shocked expression on his face.

"Look what you've gotten yourself into this time. I can't wait to see how you did yourself out, Sarah." Even chuckled from her spot in front of the window, her rotting bones shaking as low cackling rolled out of her mouth.

She thinks this is funny, doesn't she? I shot a glare at her before looking back at Roger. He was still standing there, staring at me. Probably curious to see if I would say anything else to seemingly no one. After a moment of tense silence passed, Roger finally spoke. "…Are you okay, Sight?"

"Nope, totally loopy. I knew you should have left her on the streets," Mello's voice piped up behind him.

"That's rude, Mello," Roger scolded. "She's probably traumatized."

…Traumatized? Great. Just great. I mentally threw daggers at my brother who was trying hard to contain his laughter. "This is an unexpected turn of events. Sight, huh? Is that your alias, sister?"

I'm ignoring you. I said in my head as I tried to appear as normal as possible. "No, really, I'm fine."

"It is not uncommon for someone's mind to become so stressed from a traumatizing experience that they start to hear voices or have other psychological problems," A very knowledgeable Near added in, sticking his head in and eyeing me. "She looks a little worried. I would get her help as soon as possible."

"Help?" I blurted out, staring in their direction incredulously. "I'm fine, okay? Sometimes I talk to myself when I'm bored. That's not unusual, right?"

"You were calling them by names," Roger said with a stern look. "Do you refer to yourself as Beyond?" He took a sharp intake of a breath and his eyes widened with realization. "This is serious. I need to make a phone call." And with that, he spun around and walked briskly down the hall. I got a few skeptical looks from Mello and Matt as well as a blank and curious one from Near.

I sighed. "Take a picture, it lasts longer."

That seemed to do it because they promptly continued on down the hall in the direction Roger had went.

"You're really in trouble now!" Envy cried, sounding more excited than distressed. "They're going to throw you in the looney house!"

"The shinigami speaks the truth," Beyond agreed, nodding. "It is a hard thing to cover up. Though there is a slight chance…" He frowned and dug another glob of jam out.

I ignored his other comment and groaned. "Great, like my life wasn't bad enough already."

A/N: Alright, things will start happening in the next chapter. I've got everything sorted out. Review if you like the story so far or have other opinions. (Sorry if Beyond is OOC, I don't write about him often. I picture him somewhat L-like, but a bit more expressive. I could be wrong, but oh well.)