This is a one shot fanfic for TheSoundofMusic, a present from me to her for completing a challenge. Enjoy!

A small string of laughter was strung through the crisp night air. It was soft... Quiet... Like a little girl. But no. It was not that of child-like innocence, but that of someone who just found a new toy to play with...

Violet eyes looked down at two people. One, the male, had red eyes and silver hair. The other, the female, had green eyes and blonde hair in two side ponytails. They stood back to back.

"Who's there?" The girl yelled. There was no reply. "Show yourself!" Another string of laughter flew through the air.

"Maka..." The male said.

"Yeah, Soul. I know." The female, Maka, replied. Soul's arm turned into a blade as the other hand took Maka's. Then the rest of his body followed as he finished his transformation into a scythe.

Maka turned her head side to side, looking for where the laughter had come from. Suddenly, she took a swing behind herself. But nothing was there.

"Maka, what's wrong?" Soul asked.

"I could have sworn there was someone behind me. I can feel them. They're watching us. I just... I can't see them."

"Can you sence their soul?" Maka shook her head.

"It's like... They aren't even here."

A force of wind slammed against Maka, flinging her back. More laughter. Maka stood up, but was pushed back to the ground.

"Ring around the rosey..." The voice said. "Pockets full of posey..." Another gust of air. This time, Maka dodged it. "Ashes, ashes..." The gust of wind turned and came back behind her. "We all fall down!" Maka was flung forward in surprise. This time, she didn't get up.

"Maka! Hey, Maka! Get up!" Soul yelled. Maka didn't even flinch. From the shadows a little girl came forward, smiling.

"Get up Maka," She said. "I want to play with you some more. Come on. Please?" Maka's fingers twitched. She pulled her hands together and faced the girl.

"Play?" She asked.

"Yeah! Come on! Let's play some more!" She started laughing. Maka sat up.

"Play? Yeah right." The girl continued to laugh as she faded back into the shadows. "Aren't you supposed to have fun when you play?" A squeal came.

"Yes! Yes! Let's have fun!" Another gust of wind. Maka flung backwards, not even bothering to dodge. She stood back up.

"How is this fun?! This little game of yours, it's not fun at all! How do you think something like this could be fun, when I'm sitting here, bleeding?!" The laughter stopped. "Fun is something where everyone playing enjoys what they're doing." Maka spat some blood on the ground. "And I'm not enjoying this."

"Shut. UP!" A gust of wind flung at Maka again. But this time, it missed. The girl fell out of the shadows, on her hands and knees, crying.

"Tell me. Are you really having fun?"

Time seemed to stop. Even the crickets had stopped chirping. Maka walked over to the little girl and bent down. The girl looked up at her.

"No. No, I'm not."

"What's your name?"

"Niji..."

"Well then, Niji, let's go play a game of our own, ok? It's called Friendship."

So congrats to TheSoundofMusic for completing the Motorcycle challenge on her story, '50 Shades of Crona.' I hope you like the prize!

And, fellow readers, PLEASE review! Or Niji will have to play a little game with you, too! (Haha, that rhymed!)