A/N: I am not completely over my writer's block, but here is a long over-due chapter anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny The Homicidal Maniac. Jhonen Vasquez does - the lucky son of a gun.

"Welcome, to my humble abode."

'Humble is right.'

Still, she couldn't complain. It wasn't bad actually, compared to her mother's hellhole.

Grinning at the tv topped with twin rabbit ears, she plopped down on the sofa, resting her hands in her lap.

Nny coughed uncomfortably. Playing host wasn't really his thing. He honestly had no clue what to do or say. Then, the most obvious question popped into his head.

"Umm...are you hungry?"

She smiled. "A little."

"Well, I haven't got much, as I don't really eat, but I'll see what I can find."

He started to go in the kitchen.

"Wait a sec!"

He paused. "Yes?"

The girl flushed lightly. "I am very sorry. It seems that I have neglected to mention my name. It's Mitsuki."

Johnny looked thoughtful. "Hmm...sounds foreign."

"It is."

"Japanese?"

"Yup."

"Thought so. You don't look Asian at all."

Mitsuki laughed. "That's what everyone says. My dad is half Japanese. My mom is all American."

"You know, there are Americans of Asian descent. Is your mom by any chance..."

Her lips turned up at the corners in an amused smile. "Nope. She's a pure American."

"Oh. I should really be going now. The food isn't going to fix itself you know."

She giggled. "Of course."

Johnny excused himself again and exited the room.