I feel guilty for leavin' you all hangin' for so long, so here's a double shot for the day. Just a warning, slight OOCness here. I wanted to give some character depth

"Good Evening Miss." Jason muttered several swears in English, pertaining to the amount of maids that greeted the ten of them at the door.

"Miss Minto, welcome home." An old lady stepped forward.

"Good Evening Grandmother." Minto bowed. The others bowed as well. Jason even doffed his ever present hat in respect. "Ah, you're just in time for dinner." She announced, leading them into the main dining room. Zakuro, Mika and Jason had to restrain Pudding from dive bombing the table.

"The cook decided to try a new dish tonight." The lady announced, as several maids came out, each carrying a large steaming dish. Jason's eyes lit up, as the smell wafted from the open servers. "Don't tell me, veal parmigian with a side of penne al vodka." He rattled off. Everyone looked at him in surprise. "What? I may be Irish, but that doesn't mean I don't know good Italian cooking when I smell it." He sighed.

"I am sorry for being late."

"Onii-sama!" Minto cried. A teenager sat down at the table, and thanked the maid as she served his food.

"The professor insisted on extending the lecture." He then realized who was sitting at the table. "You really should call ahead when you're planning a sleepover onee-sama." He sighed, biting into his veal.

"I'll call ahead wit a head shot noob." Jason muttered into his water glass. The girls just sighed. Whenever Jason insulted someone, it was, in what Zakuro called: Gamer Talk. And since no one understood it, no one knew he was insulting them.

"So, I assume the café has been a successful venture." Serji inquired. "Seeing as though that blond person has shanghaied five more victims."

"How bout we skip the Christmas rush and start hating him now?" Jason whispered to Melody, who muffled her laughter.

"You know, they say sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." Serji replied, not making eye contact with the Brooklynite. "One used only by those with no real intellect."

"THAT'S IT!" Jason shouted. "You, Me, upstairs, twenty minutes. I'm gonna settle this, BROOKLYN STYLE!" He shouted, snatching his backpack and storming off.

"Oh my." Minto's grandmother sighed.

"Don't worry, there won't be any violence." Zakuro sighed. "You Serji-san, I'd be there, and take my lumps. Otherwise, Jason's gonna be in a bad mood for the rest of the night." Everyone looked at Zakuro confused.

"How do you know Onee-sama?" Minto asked.

"That's private."

Zakuro followed Jason upstairs, while Serji continued his meal. "Have you guys noticed the way Zakuro-san acts around Jason?" Lettuce whispered.

"Does she always act like that around guys?" Murasaki asked.

"No. Not really." Minto confessed.

"Don't you all realize what that means?" Mika and Pudding gasped at the same time. "What?" The other girls sighed, knowing what was coming next. "ZAKURO-SAN LOVES JASON-KUN!" They screamed together. Instantly, Minto and Melody silenced the pair.

"Do you WANT them to find out?" Ichigo hissed.

"But that means we have to DO something about it!" Pudding hissed.

"WHY?" The other girls moaned.

"It's simple." Murasaki began. "Zakuro-san is too proud to admit she has feelings for anyone. And Jason, is Jason. He's probably too stupid to realize it. If we don't get them together, even if they DON'T love each other, then they'll regret it. And it'll be too late." She finished with a whisper.

"So does anyone have any idea what this insane person is going to do?" Serji asked, as he and the girls, followed by his grandmother, went up to the room prepared for the sleepover.

"Knowing Jason, it's probably something to do with-" Pudding was cut off by Lettuce and Murasaki.

"Let's hope it doesn't involve that Pudding-san." Lettuce told her, laughing nervously. When they got to the room, the one sight they never imagined, met their eyes. Jason was sitting, wide eyed, in front of the T.V, beating the crap out of some AI player, all while making the stupidest coments. Meanwhile, Zakuro was lying on the bed, flipping though a magazine, shooting the occasional sideways glance at the possessed teen.

"Goodbye."Serji moaned, turning around. Minto, pissed now, jumped over Jason, and unplugged the console.

"I was going for the 50 hit combo." He moaned.

"Well, NO VIDEO GAMES!" Minto shouted, smacking him in the head with the controller.

"So what the heck are we SUPPOSED to do?" Jason muttered.

"Well, I did bring my favorite movie." Lettuce announced.

"Knowing Lettuce, it's probably a chick flick." Mika whispered to Ame. However, when they saw the title main menu, that thought, was shot straight to hell.

"NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET?!" Jason shouted, jumping five feet in the air, and banging his head on the ceiling. "No FUCKIN' WAY!" He shouted again, backing away from the T.V.

"Why. I find American horror films, quaint." Lettuce told him, with a smile.

"And besides, I'm sure onee-sama will enjoy this film." Minto sighed. A small click drew everyone's attention to the back of the room. Zakuro had just finished picking the lock on the door. She realized everyone was looking at her.

"Um, my agent called." She told them, slowly backing out of the room.

"TAKE ME WITH YOU!" Jason shouted, running towards the door. However, their escape plan was put to rest, thanks to Pudding.

"Leeme ask, who the hell carried rope with them to sleepover?" Jason asked. He and Zakuro were bound, back-to-back, courtesy of Pudding.

"Well if you didn't wanna see the movie." Mika cooed, taking out two silk handkerchiefs. She tied them around their eyes, like blindfolds.

"You know, I was considering inviting you all to my new album release party." Zakuro hissed. "Now, I'm seriously re-considering it."

Then the movie began. The screams, the sound of metal against flesh. And the laughter. Oh god that laughter. The sound of a madman doing his finest work. And the girl's commentary of, "Don't go to sleep!" and "He's right behind you!" Didn't help. And for the first time, since that one night, so long ago, Zakuro was scared. A soft 'pop' proved it.

"Um, Zakuro, you know you have a tail now, right?" Jason whispered.

"I know." She whispered back, trying to hide the sound of fear in her voice. And right there, something happened, that Zakuro never imagined would.

She could feel Jason shift his weight, and felt his hands close over hers.

"Don't worry, I'm right here." He whispered back. Those words. Zakuro missed them. Overcome with a feeling she never experienced before, she grasped Jason's in response.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen." Ame panted, once the movie ended.

"I'm NEVER sleeping with a T.V. in my room again!" Melody cried. Lettuce was the only one unfazed.

"It's always the quiet ones." Mika muttered, as she and Pudding untied Jason and Zakuro.

"Zakuro onee-sama, you have EARS!" Pudding shouted. Zakuro put a hand to her ears.

"So I have." She muttered.

"Did we miss something?" Murasaki asked, as Zakuro and Jason went off to change.

"I think we did." Ichigo replied.

I saw the first three movies in that serise, when i was thirteen, on Haloween night. I didn't sleep for a WEEK. Wel, How'd ya like it. R&R, i take reviews seriously. And the more i get, the sooner i update. PEACE