Written by Gryphox and Katherine Apollo Karma

In the dull silence that filled their bureau, Muhyo and Roji remained completely bored in the warm summer sunlight that seeped through their window. Roji sat at his desk, twirling a pencil between his fingers as Muhyo laid on the couch and flipped through his copy of Jabin which he'd read and reread at least three times.

"Well," Muhyo shut the book and threw it onto the table beside him. "I'm going to take a nap."

"Mmmkay." Roji's bored eyes didn't leave the twirling pencil. Muhyo climbed the ladder to his bed and lifted the covers when the door to their office burst open. In his surprise, Muhyo slid down a couple of steps and gripped onto the sides of the ladder for dear life. Roji had screeched and the pencil's sharpened tip cut him slightly. Both of their heads shot to the doorway, in which Nana stood gasping for breath.

"Nana?!" Roji exclaimed while looking for a bandage to cover his bleeding finger, "What's wrong?"

"You guys, it's awful!" She ran over to them, fumbling with the photos in her hands before slamming them onto the desk. "These dangerous, dastardly ghosts are haunting this abandoned karaoke place! It's really close to my house, so I'm worried that they'll come for me next. Please please please get rid of them!"

Roji went over to Nana, laying a hand on her shoulder as he took a look at the photos, Ignoring the grumbling from Muhyo.

He and Muhyo had faced some really odd ghosts in their time, but these two were odd even by their standards. One seemed to be smiling at Nana when she was taking the picture and had huge eyes and a mess of blue hair. It was waving with a three fingered hand and had what appeared to be elephant ears.. (don't know where that came from…) in another picture it had a friend with bright pink hair spiked up with purple tips. The only reason it seemed they were friends is because they had an arm around the others shoulder like old friends.

"Muhyo?" Roji said looking over at the smaller boy. The look in his eyes telling him he wanted to help their friend.

Muhyo glanced at the odd couple and took a deep breath. He let it all out as a groan that lasted a good thirty seconds before looking Nana in the eye. She seemed confused at Muhyo's reluctance, even worried a little. He took a while before confirming, "Fine, we'll take care of these doofuses."

Roji let out a breath in relief that his friend agreed to help. Despite their not-so-intimidating appearance, the assistant was still scared of underestimating them. Muhyo had absolute confidence that they were just a couple of annoying pricks that would be over with in less than a second. "Let's go."

"Right!" Roji took his pen and wards before heading out the door with his executor. He turned back to Nana. "Oh, feel free to help yourself to some of the sandwiches I have prepared in the kitchen! We'll be back real soon!" He shut the door, leaving Nana the only occupant of the bureau.

When she was sure they were gone, she snickered and looked through the undeveloped pictures on her camera. "They have no idea."

~x-#-x~

As they reached the abandoned karaoke place all was silent, and quite frankly it set Roji on edge. Muhyo just kept grumbling about wasting time on a pair of light weights, but he didn't have to worry about them.

Pouting a little Roji trailed behind him, always glancing around, It wasn't his fault. Of course he was a little worried, he wasn't as powerful as Muhyo so he did have to worry. Hearing something move nearby and jumped, "Did you hear that?" he asked muhyo with a quivering voice. "Something's over there!"

"You're just hearing things." Muhyo said waving him off, "There's nothing there." He didn't get a reply, and turning around found that Roji was gone. "Where'd you run off to Idiot." He muttered, but he heard faint laughter from around the corner.

"Lookie what we found!" Came a loud voice. "What a cute little boy-o!"

There was a crash and a flash of gold, but then a second voice began to laugh.

"Oh we better look out, he's got a dangerous little toy. No need to fight we just wanna play, any friends around who'd want to join us?"

A second crash and a loud yelp and Muhyo reached them, finding his assistant locked in a headlock by the pink haired ghost, his pen still rolling away and his left hand holding the right where it was hit.

"Muhyo!" he called with tears in his eyes, before his mouth was covered by the ghosts hand.

He growled and glared at the ghosts. "What do you think you're doing?! Put him down immediately, otherwise you're going to the deepest pits of hell."

"Aw, look at 'im, Billybob," the tall, lanky ghoul with the spiked hair commented, pointing at the executor. "Ain't he the cutest thing?"

The green one, Billybob, glided over to poke Muhyo. "Awww, and look at his hair! I think you've got some competition, Goat!"

Muhyo slapped the chubby finger away and opened his book wide. "You asked for it..." he growled as he began his sentence.

It was cut short, however, as the ghosts suddenly distorted their bodies into something more terrifying.

" Nuh-uh," Goat said, his grip on Roji tightening to the point the blond was struggling for air. "Yha wouldn't anything t' happen to yer boyfriend here."

Muhyo hesitated, considering whether or not he'd be able to get his idiot out of there unharmed, before slowly lowering his book, not quite shutting it.

"What do you want."

The two ghouls switched back to their less intimidating forms and looked at one another, confused. "Umm," said Billybob, "Anythin' ya want, Goat?"

"Oh, uhhh…" Goat lifted the arm he was holding Roji with to scratch his head. Roji yelped as he fell, gasping for breath. Muhyo ran over to him, prying him to get up and to the door. The ghosts were speaking to one another in hushed voices, Muhyo catching enough of it to know that they didn't know what to ask for.

Roji tried to get up, but he promptly fell down every time. He still wheezed for breath and he was pretty sure his wrist was broken. "Muhyo, I can't. Just g-"

He was suddenly yanked into the air by his ankle and left dangling by Goat's thick fingers. Roji's eyes teared up more and more as Goat's grip grew increasingly painful.

"What do you WANT?!" Muhyo repeated his question with urgency, keeping his worried gaze on his assistant.

"Nothin' much, lil fella!" Billybob snickered as he moved closer to Muhyo. "We jus' want ya t' sing us a lil song."

Both Muhyo and Roji froze completely. A… song?

"You've got to be kidding me." Muhyo glared at the spirits. "A song? That it?"

"Yeh! And uh.. it's gotta be this special one. Goat 'n I would listen to it aaall the time!"

"Uh-huh. Okay." Muhyo rolled his eyes. "What song? How do you want us to get it to you?"

"Well the how is obvious!" Billybob said as he began to drift towards the building behind them. "This is a karaoke parlor after all, we can just use one of 'em! They still work."

Goat laughed and slung Roji over his shoulder, a light cry of pain coming from the poor boy as he did so. "We'll meet cha inside!"

Suddenly they both speed off, heading towards a door with Muhyo running behind trying to keep an eye on his assistant.

~x-#-x~

It wasn't long before they were carefully seated in a booth, Muhyo warily glancing at the karaoke box and Roji seated in between the two ghosts

"Well first we want Ye to sing our ol' fav'rite song, 'Love Like Woe'!" Billybob exclaimed enthusiastically as Goat laughed aloud, clapping his hands.

Muhyo tensed and brought his hand to his book. "What?!" He pulled it out and open, the light shining brightly despite the sources already revived on the stage. "How about I just send you straight to-!"

Billybob's fingers extended into sharp talons and he dug them into the assistant's throat. Roji whimpered as blood seeped from the small incisions. Muhyo growled, closing his book and concealing it beneath his cape once more. The two ghouls chuckled and Goat spoke up, "Seems like a fittin' song ya chose, Billybob! Afterall, look't how willin' this guy is t' do anythin' fer his boyfriend!"

Roji's eyes widened as Muhyo groaned. "He's not my boyfriend. He's my assistant."

Billybob and Goat stared at him blankly before muttering disagreements among themselves. Billybob waved at the executor dismissively. "Whatever, jus' get singin'. We don't wanna sit through yer hopeless denial."

Muhyo glared at the ghosts letting out a long sigh, muttering something that sounded slightly dark and murderous as he picked up a microphone. The music started and he shut his eyes, whether to better concentrate to the music or for some other reason it wasn't clear.

The song was a nice upbeat one, and Roji found himself tapping his foot along with the beat even though he was utterly terrified of the position he was in. At the mercy of two crazy ghosts as his partner was forced to do what they told him.

But that said nothing against him being somewhat curious to how well Muhyo could sing.

The song finally reached when he had to start singing, and Muhyo opened his mouth letting the most out of tune voice Roji had ever heard. Strangely enough Billy bob and Goat seemed to love it!

Cheering him on eagerly, they were having a grand old time.

"Hey yer Boyfriend really is something!" Goat said giving Roji a friendly bump on the shoulder. "Lucky you!"

Roji couldn't help but blush a little as he shook his head. "He's not my boyfriend." he said but they either didn't hear him or ignored him.

"Hey why don't you sing with 'im too?" Billy Bob said pulling a second microphone out of nowhere and handing it to Roji. "Bet ye sing a mean duet together. Most cute couples do."

"We're not…" He sighed, taking the microphone with the hand that was still unharmed.

Perhaps this will make things easier for him. Roji thought. It's not like I have any other way to help him.

He fiddled with the microphone as he joined Muhyo on stage. He smiled at the small boy, giggling at how he tried to hide his scarlet face by turning his head away. Roji tapped the top of the mic and took in a slow, deep breath before beginning to sing.