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Bethany was rejected from Wammy. However, she was taught in there for a very sort period of time. Watari and Roger where very skeptical to let her in after she was rejected the first time but she met the requirements and they had really no other choice.

So for the two weeks she was at Wammy's House it wasn't surprising that she became fast friends with Beyond Birthday. Now, you have to ask Mello for the history of B but all I know for sure is that he was insane sense he first walked threw the doors of this institution.

Bethany had a strange obsession with his eyes. I think the reason was that he could see something that no one else could see and that just happened to fascinate her. He saw past the alias and knew her real name. Bleach? It's more like Bethany Beatrix.

"So, I see you haven't changed." Bethany said while staring into her reflection of the coffee,

Beyond Birthday licked his fingers clean of strawberry jam, "Neither have you?"

They both where in an apartment in downtown. The wallpaper was torn and stained red and the air had a lingering scent of Strawberries and sugar. It seemed as if this room was once a comfortable living space, but now the creaky floorboards and the leaking fixtures gave off a creepy abandon vibe.

"Is this your house or someone else's?" she asked, still staring at the coffee.

"It belonged to Alex Armstrong, he lived alone. He worked as a lock smith and hates his job. Or he hated his job…" BB smirked as he poured the jam in his mouth.

"So I can safely assume that the blood on your shirt isn't yours" She finally took a sip out of her coffee,

"Not all of it. Most of it is his." He licked his lips and stared at her.

"Fanatics." She grimaced at the cup of brown liquid, "I thought I told you I didn't like sugar in my coffee."

"So you did"

Bethany frowned, "Okay. You don't usually pay me a visit unless you want something? What is it?"

B's facial expression soured, "Well I was hoping you where going to ask later but sense you brought it up now I need a favor." Without asking he took her hand and showed her to the bedroom, "Two favors actually."

She phased, "What are they?"

"Number one; help me dispose of this body." He turned on the lights and pointed at the bed. Beneath the sheets there was a man, he was obvious dead.

Bethany choked, "Dear god B!" she held a tissue up to her nose. "When did you kill him? He reeks!"

"I murdered Alex a couple days ago…" he lifted the covers and looked at the paling flesh, "Or a while ago…"

She gagged, "and you've been living here with a death body?"

He didn't answer and just prodded the body, "I need you to help me dispose of this corpse in a specific manner." He poked at the man's face,

She held her breath and walked up to the body, "Poor fucker." She analyzed the way Beyond had killed him,

Small cuts to the left of his temples, glass stuck to most of the wounds. Bethany tilted the corpse's head to the side, 15 centimeter deep slice across the neck with class three hemorrhaging. The cut starting form the bottom of the left ear and a diagonal cut threw the jugular.

"Let me guess, you broke into his home, knowing you, you probably picked the lock around late noon, so…" Bethany thought for a moment, "He must have been working when you broke in …" She exhaled and started to get used to the awful odor, "The glass on the side of his head meant that you either A: throw him on something glass, which doesn't make sense because if you did then glass would be stuck in the wound on his neck. Or B: break something glass on his head"

Bethany stared deeply into his face, "As you mentioned before he hated his job and from the looks of it he looks like a drinker. So you probably broke a bottle of what ever refrigerated alcoholic beverage to his head causing him to be discombobulated. That's when you took the opportunity to slit his throat." She ran her fingers across the cut laceration and smirked, "however this isn't your style. You didn't mutilate his body, or craved anything into the epidermis."

"That's what I need your help with." Beyond pulled the sheets off of the man and cleared an open work space. "Mutilation is my style but I need some help. You obviously know how the human body works."

"What are you asking me to do exactly?"

He pushed a scalpel into her hands, "I just need the internal organs"

Bethany had no problem with taking a life. I mean she likes destroying buildings and murdering people in peculiar ways but something about mutilating something already dead made her skin crawl. Besides the man was most likely rotting from the inside out and the thought of it just slicing into his flesh and finding molding organs made her gag.

"Uhh, why can't you do it…." A cold shiver ran threw her spine.

"You know the human body a lot better then I will ever know." He smiled, he could tell this made Bethany uncomfortable.

"Fine, you also said that you need two favors." She ran her finger across the blade.

"And I need to swab this place free of finger prints" BB walked into the kitchen, "I'll began doing that while you can deceit the man."

"What are you planning?" She turned and faced him.

He kept his back to her, "You'll see." A devilish grin crept across B's face as he began clean off all finger prints.

Bethany stared at the body; it laid perfectly flat, his arms where at his sides. His face was emotionless and soft looking. Then it hit her, this wasn't Alex Armstrong, this death was recent. "DAMN IT B!" she screeched.

Beyond Birthday laughed hysterically, he almost laughed himself to tears, "I thought I had you."

She stepped out of the bedroom, "Is he homeless? Because that's the only reason he should smell this bad!"

"I guess so." He shrugged then faced her, "What gave it away?"

"His body is soft, Rigor Mortis hasn't set in completely yet."

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