I decided on trying to make something again. I was inspired, actually. I was inspired to make this fanfic because of Dilly-Oh's parodies in Blood Plus, one which he entitled 'Blood Minus'. (You should try reading it. Seriously. You'll soon find yourself rolling on the floor, laughing hysterically.)

I don't think this one would be very original, but I tried my best making my own jokes. You have to believe me.

I hope you'd enjoy reading this.

"How about we play 'Kick Haji in the Ass'?" Saya suggested.

"Ooh, me!" Haji raised his hand and waved it excitedly. "Me! I want to play!"

Saya gazed at him ominously.

Haji paused. "But who'll be the 'it'?" he asked.

"Why, I'll give you the honor of being the 'it'!" Saya said sweetly.

"Yay me!" Haji clapped his hands in glee. "I'm the 'it'! I'm the 'it'!" he sang like the complete idiot that he was. Then he stopped and looked at Saya curiously. "But what does the 'it' do in the game?"

"He gets his ass kicked by me," Saya replied.

"Oh." Haji paused for a moment. Then he continued to dance like an idiotic kid.

"Now come over here so I could kick your ass…" Saya growled.

Haji stopped jumping. He stared at Saya. "My…ass?"

"Yes," Saya said calmly. "Your ass. Now come over here so I could kick your damned ass."

"But—"

"COME HERE!"

"But I don't want to," Haji whimpered.

"Haji," Saya began calmly. "It's either you come here right now or I'll make you."

There was a moment of silence.

"Is that…is that a trick question?" Haji asked nervously, sweating. "Can I have another hint?"

"Haji, if you don't get your goddamned ass here, I'll—"

"Oh look how late it is!" Haji exclaimed, glancing at his wrist. "My, how time flies by so quickly! And right when you're enjoying it."

"You don't have a watch, Haji," Saya pointed out flatly to her brainless Chevalier. "And it's early."

"Is that another trick question?"

"Gaahh!" Saya screamed and picked up a rock, throwing it fiercely at Haji. "Die, you imbecile! DIE!"

The rock merely flew past Haji, inches from his head.

"Ha! Missed me!" Haji cried out and leaped to the wall.

"Wait 'till I get my hands on you!" Saya snarled.

"You can't get me! You can't get me!" Haji sang.

A mailbox flew past him. And then there was a plant, but it missed. And then a chair followed but it also missed. Eventually, a desk came flying at him not any sooner, but it missed as well.

"Hey, where'd you get that?" Haji asked.

"Oh, this?" Saya was holding an old lady in the air and was about to throw her at him. "Beats me." She shrugged.

"Are you my lost granddaughter Susana?" the old lady asked in her frail voice.

-ns-

"Ha!" Haji cried in mockery. "I'm sorry but were you even aiming at me?" he jeered.

"Damn bastard," Saya growled.

Haji stuck out his tongue. "You can't ge—"

Suddenly, a cat flew straight at his face. Haji screamed like a girl. "Gaaahh! A feral cat! Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!"

In his panic, he fell off the wall. The cat clung to his face tightly, its claws digging into Haji's flesh.

"Get it off!" Haji blindly ran around, waving his arms wildly. He occasionally bumped into things like walls and posts. Frantically, he tried to rip the cat off but the feline just clung to him tighter. "Ahhh! My eyes! Its claws are in MY EYES!"

"Serves you right," Saya muttered, dusting her clothes. She turned to leave. "Dumbass…"

Dilly-Oh. If you happened to read this, I have to personally thank you. I'm sorry if ever you were annoyed or pissed off with what I've made.

Reviews, please!