I own nothing. Monika does.

Just to clarify things right off the bat, my partner and I are using code names for ourselves during these parts.

In an average living room in an average house, in the most average and boring state you can think of (except that weather sucks too), a boy and a girl sat on a couch. The girl, who we'll call Rhiannon, was glaring at her computer in frustration. The boy, hypothetically called Dewitt, based on a game reference the girl didn't get, had all of his attention on the TV in front of him.

"Rhiannon, what's with the long face?" Dewitt asked, pausing his game in slight concern.

"I'm stumped. I'm uninspired. I'm... being repetitive, too," The girl muttered, shutting the laptop. "Most importantly, I can't think of anything to write for this week's chapter! I don't want to be putting too much focus on plot driven things, because finals suck, but going on another hiatus is going to make me break out in hives!"

"Knowing you, that isn't an overstatement."

"Hush, you. Now, let me think of things," Rhiannon put her hand to her chin in deep thought. "Donuts… Coffee… white chocolate... Wait, that's it!"

"What's it?" Dewitt was utterly confused how those three things were an explanation for this predicament.

"Coffee Shop AUs! Let's do some writing prompts! Though, considering there's already a coffee shop in this story, a coffee shop AU is unnecessary. I must journey to the all powerful Tumblr," Rhiannon immediately busted upon her laptop with enthusiasm while her partner facepalmed.

"That place again? You know I can't stand it there."`

"Well, smart guy, you get to go first then! Do your worst," Rhiannon slid the laptop towards Dewitt with a smirk.

"Alright, but I ain't making any promises as to its quality," Dewitt said, exhaling exasperatedly. "Only for you, Rhiannon, only for you," he said, breaking out of his traditional grumpiness to grow a small smile.

"Well, to focus on character traits, I recommend this particular prompt," Rhiannon pointed to her master list of AUs, the one at the top being her main point of focus.

"Knowing this pancake dude, I admit it fits," Dewitt agreed, beginning to type. "He is a real crazy son of a bitch."

A strange grumbling woke Sayori up in the middle of the night. It sounded like the rumble of a bear in the woods, but it was localized entirely within her bedroom. Or, rather, her bedroom that she shared with Akechi. She turned towards the source of the sound and realized that it was Akechi himself producing it.

He must be having trouble sleeping… Poor thing.

"Bitch…"

What!?

"Shido… no…"

Oh. He must be having another nightmare.

"Stop… Persona…"

Yeah, kick his ass!

"Akira…"

Akira? Why's he dreaming about Akira?

"Piece of shit…"

Woah, there… I know that they have their differences, but jeez...

"Loki…"

Loki? Who's Loki?

"Sayori…"

Ooh, he's dreaming about me?

"Together…"

It's alright. We'll always be together.

"No… No… No…"

I ought to wake him up now. Seems like his dream is getting worse.

Gently, Sayori turned towards Akechi and placed her hand on his side, beginning to wobble him around so that he would wake up. "Hey, Akechi! Wake up!"

Goro was startled awake. "Wuh-what? What's going on?"

"You were having a nightmare. A real bad one, from what I can tell."

"Oh, alright. Thanks for saving me, then. I can't really remember what I was dreaming about. G'night, Sayori."

"Night, Akechi." Sayori was about to fall back asleep when she felt compelled to say something. "Hey, Akechi?"

"Hmm?" He muttered in his tired state.

"I'm here for you. Always."

Sayori couldn't see it, but Akechi grew a smile across his entire face after hearing those words. "I know," he lovingly said in response. The two fell soundly asleep, together.

"My turn!" Rhiannon shouted enthusiastically. "And I know just what to write about. Dewitt, what was the worst thing about the anime adaptation?"

"Not even a compliment for me, huh? Alright. As for your question, I suppose it was the animation as well as how rushed everything was. Why are we talking about this?"

Rhiannon made a buzzer sound, "Wrong! But first, yes, you did wonderful! The worst thing is that despite how many times Akechi shows up without needing to, we never see him as a little kid! That is an injustice I won't stand for!" An evil smile appeared on the girl's face.

"Lord… What am I ever gonna do with you?"

"You know it's true! Now it's time to work my magic!" Rhiannon grabbed her necklace, the little mask charm hanging off the end. "That's my persona's ability." Sounds of simultaneously evil and cute laughter echoed through the living room as Rhiannon began to write.

The playground was Sayori's favorite place to spend her time as a little girl. Running around with her friends, playing on the swings, and climbing on the playset were only a few of the ways she liked to devote her time. The fact that it was a large neighborhood also mean that there were always other kids there to play with.

However, on that one weekend morning, this turned out to not be the case.

It was cold on that particular day, the weather suggesting the cold rain that often meant it was almost winter, but not quite. Most around the neighborhood had deemed the weather too dreary to let their children out. However, this wasn't a concern for Sayori. Her babysitter had agreed. This was most likely based on the fact that the woman had a relaxed attitude, or simply because she didn't know what she was doing. Either way, Sayori found herself alone on the swingset for the majority of her time at the playground that day.

It was only when Sayori was getting ready to leave, her fingers finally too numb for her to hold onto the swings, that the second child for that day arrived. Bundled in a tattered coat and a red scarf, his face was mostly obscured from the girl's view. Sitting down in the sandbox, he looked both ways, as if to make sure he was alone. Sayori didn't know why, but she found herself hiding behind the playset. She watched as the boy, satisfied that he was alone, sat down and began playing in the sand. I should leave him alone… Sayori backed away from the playset, ready to turn around and go home.

It was then that her nose began to itch. The girl immediately went into panic mode. Covering her nose with her hands, she began to run towards home. Sadly, she didn't notice the branch on the ground. Tripping, she hit the ground. Her knees began to sting, and she couldn't help but cry out. As if to put the final nail in her coffin, she finally sneezed. Looking up, she noticed with dismay that the boy had indeed noticed her.

"Um… I'm sorry for disturbing you," Sayori tried. "I was just leaving." The boy seemed disinterested in what she was saying. Instead, he was about to resume his playing. Despite herself, Sayori couldn't help but think how rude this was. Getting up, she prepared to leave, only to release a slight hiss of pain as weight was put on her legs.

"Are you alright?" The voice was small and timid. Before Sayori knew what was happening, the boy was leading her to a spot by the sandbox. Only when she sat down on the ground did she notice that her leggings were ripped.

"Oh no! My babysitter is going to be so mad," Sayori couldn't help but begin to cry. The boy beside her now had wide eyes. Now it seemed like his turn to panic.

"Whoa, hey! Calm down. It will be alright. Let's cover up these scrapes first before we worry about your clothes," The little boy had his hand on his chin in deep thought. After a few seconds of this he looked down in realization. He grabbed one end of his scarf and began unwrapping it from around his face. "I don't have anything else on me, and I don't think it would be a good idea to go to my house to patch you up, so I hope this will work." He began to wrap the scarf around one of her knees, cringing when she gasped. However, it wasn't from pain that she was gasping.

With the scarf removed from his head, Sayori had a clear look of his face. His brown hair was rather messy and long, looking as if it had never met a brush. His eyes had a rather dead look to them, although his face showed only a deep sadness. However, none of these things grabbed her attention quite like the scrape on his cheek.

"Don't you need the scarf more than me?" Sayori asked with concern. "You need it to cover up your own?" She pointed to the injury on his face, causing him to look away nervously.

"It's nothing. I got this a little while ago," he finished wrapping up Sayori's knees and stood up with a rather proud smile. "It was nice to finally meet someone from around the neighborhood before I go."

"Before you go? Huh?" Sayori stood up in shock. "I thought you were new! I've never seen you before. How long have you been here?"

"About a month. I'm not really supposed to go outside. But since I'm finally leaving tomorrow, I figured it would be okay. The playground always looked like fun," The boy went back to the sandbox and began to make a small pile.

"A month?! So much wasted time that I could have spent playing with you," Sayori whined. She had made up her mind. All thoughts of going home were now gone. She stepped into the sandbox and sat down next to him. "Well, I'll make up for it today. How long are you going to stay here?"

"Until my… guardians come yelling for me," the boy suddenly looked worried. "You should go home now… You probably need like… ten Barbie band-aids or something."

"It doesn't even hurt that much anymore," Sayori waved him off. "Besides, the sandbox isn't fun to play with by yourself. I'll keep you company. Then we can play on the swings together."

The boy looked like he was about to argue more, only to suddenly gain a look of resignation. "Fine…"

"I'm Sayori, by the way," The girl waited for him to respond, making handprints in the sand to entertain herself.

"Goro…" The boy whispered. Sayori noticed a small, barely visible smile on his face.

"So, what did you think?" Rhiannon asked, doing a perfect imitation of Cristine from Simply Nailogical.

"Well, it was rather cute. So cute that it nearly melted my frozen heart," Dewitt said, grumbling as usual.

"You have to have a heart before it can be frozen," Rhiannon said savagely.

"Damn... I think that one actually hurt."

"I apologize," Rhiannon replied, seeming apologetic. "To make up for it, I'll let you write the next one."

"How kind…"

"I know, right?" Rhiannon said happily. "Anyway, here's your prompt. You have to start with this sentence specifically."

Dewitt nearly took a double take as he read the sentence. "That cat stole my wallet… the hell am I reading?"

"Your initial sentence, silly! Get creative!"

He chuckled, his fate having been sealed already. "Alright, princess. Hand it over. I'll write you something real special."

"Hey! That cat stole my wallet!"

A young man cried out into the crowd, facing down a black and white cat with his wallet in its mouth. He merely wanted to purchase an ice cream from a street vendor, but that would have to wait. There was a chase to be done.

Leaping over a fence into an alley, the cat began his escape. He didn't know why he had stolen that wallet. A wave of compulsion had just come over him as soon as he saw it, and now he had it in his mouth. He didn't know many things nowadays. All he could possibly be sure of was that, long ago, he had been a real person, a real lady's man if he remembered correctly. At least, he believed he was. Frankly, he didn't know what to believe anymore. All he knew was that, for whatever reason, stealing that man's wallet would lead to something wonderful. Exiting the alleyway onto a sidewalk, the cat continued to run.

Meanwhile, the young man had given chase. All he could think about was the horrible coincidence of having his wallet stolen on this day. He had finally gotten the job, the one that would help him get him out of that pitiful apartment building. But now? His license was in that wallet, as well as his entire measly fortune. He'd be ruined, if he could even go any lower than he already was. He had to catch the creature before it got away.

"Get out of the way! I need to catch that cat!"

The cat ran and ran, his tiny legs starting to wear out from the stress. Slower and slower he ran, too winded to continue at top speed. Finally, as if by fate, he was stopped by the oncoming boot of a passerby.

"Oh! I'm sorry, kitty! I didn't see you there!"

The young woman kneeled down to tend to the animal. He was tired and shocked by the impact of her foot, but mostly unhurt. Just another average street cat.

"No collar, huh? Poor thing. Hey, what's this you've got in your mouth?"

A wallet. It was brown, cheaply constructed, and clearly put through quite a bit of punishment over the years. Whoever owned it must have wanted it back right about now.

"Hey! Stop! That's my wallet!"

A young man cried out to her. He was tall and unkempt, wearing an oversized coat that was fitting for the cold of the current season. Despite his poor state of cleanliness, she still found him to be rather handsome. As he approached the woman, he began to catch his breath.

"Hey, *huff*, thanks! I, uh, I kinda need that back now, if you don't mind."

She handed it back to him with a smile. "Oh, no problem. It was really more of an accident than anything. I guess Mr. Kitty here stole it from you?"

"Yeah, that's what I figure. Sly little bastard snatched it right out of my hand. But, whatever. It's over now. I gotta get going."

The woman felt something within her. Something mysterious. She felt compelled to ask him a question as he walked away.

"Hey, wait! Mind if I treat you to dinner sometime? Pizza, maybe?"

"Uh, you mean it? Well, I'd be happy to come along!"

The two stepped closer. Not so close as to be uncomfortable, but closer than they were before. It was then that the cat realized his reason for stealing that wallet.

"What's your name, miss?"

"Sayori."

"Sayori, huh? Well, my name's Akechi. I guess we've both got foreign names, huh?"

The two began to talk and talk and talk. The cat watched as Akechi hailed a taxi and invited her in. As the two disappeared down the street, the cat felt a sense of peace. He really had started something wonderful.

"That was… actually rather creative, for you," Rhiannon admitted, shocked.

"Told you I could do it. You just have to put your mind to it and what-not. I just used my noggin," Dewitt smiled, tapping his head.

"So they were in New York the whole time? Or am I wrong?"

"You're right."

"That doesn't make much sense. They've got Japanese names."

"Well, you said I needed to keep the names the same. Besides, they're foreign, which makes it okay."

"If you say so. Alright, hand it back. Let's see what my next prompt is." Instead of checking Tumblr, Rhiannon scrolled through the latest reviews on their fanfic. "Well, this one suggestion coincides with one idea I had, at least a little bit…" A small smile appeared on her face as she cracked her knuckles. "I hope this is accurate to the suggestion."

The young noble sat in her throne, anxiously waiting for her friend to arrive. He was the only reason she had agreed to listen to the council's decision. If she could not be counted on to find a worthy partner in life, it was fair to assume that she wouldn't live to see the next year. So Sayori was willing to wait. It was all part of the plan, all part of her purpose.

But that didn't mean she wouldn't continue to question it.

"Elly, why exactly did it have to be a dance?"

"It is the perfect place. A setting that is filled with romance will present many options for you, my dear."

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed all of her friends giving her sympathetic looks. She was the most unstable part of this game. Everything would fall apart if she was not taken care of in the next year. It was either find a partner, or die. Her friends understood that they would be affected as well if things did not turn out this way. Still, above all they understood the importance of free will and choice.

Sayori was beginning to lose hope as the hour grew late. Perhaps it was too much to expect from him. She knew from the looks on all of the adults' faces that she should get up and at least try to be sociable. However, the suitors that had been chosen for her, were close friends and nothing more.

Yusuke was pleasant enough to spend her time with. His talk of artists and paintings was a pleasant thing to converse about, He had always had passion that Sayori lacked. But it was there that a problem lay. She didn't have enough passion to keep up with him. In the end she would only end up dragging him down. That wasn't fair to Yusuke.

Ryuji was good at racing horses. It was a sport that Sayori found made her heart race. As a young noble who would probably one day lead the knights across the land, it was essential that she be good at riding. Still, there was so much she just couldn't imagine doing with Ryuji. The activities they enjoyed doing together would grow dull. Sayori didn't want to grow apart from a good friend by taking things a step too far.

Finally, there was Akira. He worked in the kitchens alongside close friends and family, as well as Sayori's own friend Natsuki. He was an overall amazing person who got along with most people. Still, many labelled him a delinquent for reasons he didn't want to disclose to her. She supposed that was the reason they all thought the two would be the ones to end up together. After all, a good way to prove she was a good noble would be to prove his innocence. However, though there was no doubt they were close, and she had considered doing that on numerous occasions, it all came down to the fact that neither had any interest in the other in that way.

There were other suitors of course. All of the eligible men were supposed to come, after all. However, as Sayori had learned only the night before, that wouldn't be the case for everybody. That was the very reason she was willing to wait. Hadn't he promised her a first dance?

"All of this attention on you, and you still want to get in trouble," Elly muttered. "If you're going to be so stubborn about your own demise, why don't you go hang out with your friends instead of sitting there like a centerpiece?" The council leader gestured to a nearby snack table where Ann, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, Yuri, and Natsuki were all conversing. She would have also liked to talked to the boys, but expressing too much interest in any one might end the night too early. She had to give him time to keep his promise.

Stepping off the platform, Sayori hesitantly walked towards her friends. There was still no sign of Monika, which was odd. The girl was Sayori's personal advisor, and greatest aid. Yet she was nowhere to be found on what was arguably the most important day of the noble girl's life.

Finally reaching the snack table, the girl quietly grabbed a cupcake and began nibbling on it. The conversation around her died down, presumably because her friends hadn't expected for her to arrive with such a somber look in her eyes. However, it was only when she noticed their eyes not staring at her that she dared to hope.

A sudden tap on her shoulder caused her to jump. Turning around, she made eye contact with him. Dressed in white princely garb, he looked surprisingly fancy for someone of such poor status. A purple cloak was draped over his shoulders, and the hood obscured most of his space. Looking timidly both ways, it was obvious he didn't want the attention. Still, when she caught his eye and held it, his timidity gave way to a content smile.

"Sorry I'm late," Goro Akechi whispered as he took her hand. "It was a lot of trouble just to get out of the house."

"I imagine so, from what I saw just from the past couple days," Sayori replied with a knowing frown. "But let's not dwell on it now. You're here now, and just in time for that first dance you promised me."

"Quite right. Though I'm sorry to say I have a bit of a curfew tonight. I have to be home by midnight, you see…" Looking regretful, the brown eyes Sayori had grown so fond of finally managed to break away from her own.

"You'll have to tell me everything you can by then. But don't worry. Soon enough… We'll see eachother everyday," Sayori assured.

"Just as planned," Goro responded with a knowing laugh. Taking her hand lightly in his own, he lead her onto the dance floor. "Now, let's see how the clumsy knight who can't even navigate her own woods can navigate a dance floor."

"Much better than you, village kid," Sayori whispered.

"So it's basically Cinderella?" Dewitt asked in confusion. "You didn't really finish it."

"I might want to expand on it later," Rhiannon shrugged. "It might make a good bonus scene at the end of chapters, you know?"

Dewitt shook his head in exasperation. "You're just determined to create more work for yourself, aren't you?"

"It's not work if you're having fun!"

"If you say so. Not my circus, not my monkeys," Dewitt replied as he took the laptop back. The next prompt was listened on the screen, and it was this one that made him truly lose it. "Rhiannon… what the fuck is this?"

"It's your next prompt!"

"It's more like word salad than it is a prompt. 'Who wouldn't be mad if someone ate all of their cereal and faked their death for three years?' This sounds like something out of a postmodern play. I'm grumpy again," he said, with a customary grumble.

"Oh, boohoo. Channel your grumpiness into an incredible story, then."

"I'll try."

"Who wouldn't be mad if someone ate all of their cereal and faked their death for three years?"

"Well, I wouldn't be mad. I'd be distressed, sure, but not mad. Eating all of my cereal isn't too bad of a crime, in the grand scale of things. Besides, saying that they faked their death for three years implies that they come back after three years. I can just kick their ass then."

"Even then, wouldn't you be mad if your friend ghosted you for no reason for three straight years, while making you think that they were dead?"

"Again, I wouldn't be mad. I don't get mad when a loved one dies. I get sad."

"But what about when they show up again? Won't you be mad then? When all of your sadness turns out to be for no reason?"

"Well, it wasn't for 'no reason'. I legitimately thought they were dead, and my sadness came from that. Besides, there was probably a good reason for them faking their death. If that's the case, then I can forgive them."

"What kind of reason would even make it worth it?"

"Maybe the mafia was hunting them down, trying to kill them. Or, maybe, they felt so incredibly guilty about eating all of the cereal that they decided to hide, thinking that you would attempt to kill them. You need to get better at forgiving, Goro."

"The eternal optimist strikes again. How about we agree to not die, fake or otherwise, anytime soon?"

"Sure."

Rhiannon was speechless as she looked at the story. "It's alright… for word salad. Though it's possible one of us missed the point of the sentence." The girl shrugged it off as she grabbed the laptop back. "Whatever. It's my turn now."

Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket, making her eyes gleam. "Webtoons updated! Not to mention, Webtoons just gave me a great idea."

"Now, where have I heard that before?"

"Well, since I only have good ideas, you've probably heard it from me a lot," Rhiannon replied cockily. "Besides, this is a good opportunity for me to practice my Edge-kechi writing." With idea firmly in mind, the girl began to type.

The large explosion at the top of the tower was enough to knock the knight across the battleground. Skidding across the floor, Sayori realized with heavy dismay that she was cornered. She was backed up against the wall, with all other means of escape blocked by various shields and masses of fire. Right in front of her stood her adversary, a crooked smile glued to his face.

"Did a pathetic girl like you really hope to defeat me?" Hidden by dark armor, the demon prince was practically cackling with glee. "All of your party members were wiped out by my generals a long time ago. Already, they have respawned at the capital without you. Give it up already!" he roared, sending a final blast to the girl's shields.

As her defenses crumbled away, Sayori gave the man in front of her a defiant look. "Never!" she shouted back with equal force. Finding her strength, the young knight stood up and backed against a wall. Now that her shields were no more, it was useless to defend herself. So she dropped her from her chest, letting it be known to her opponent that she knew her fate. Sayori managed to catch his gaze, holding it there with a serious look.

"You might have won today… But I assure you, I'll always come back. You can count on that," Sayori knew her promise held about as much weight as a kitten to the person in front of her, but she was insistent on making her intentions clear to him. She would beat him one day, and then…

The demon prince's eyebrows rose as she took a defiant step towards him. He admired her boldness. He would give her that much. Perhaps she had finally learned how to properly hate him. It would make his job that much easier. Summoning up the rest of his power, he prepared to put the knight out of her misery.

Sayori would be completely open to him. Her determined gaze, her confidant frown of a true knight faded away, leaving her with the one weapon against him that always worked no matter the circumstances… A kind smile. Taking one more step towards him, she loved how he backed away in apprehension and shock. "I make one more vow to you, your highness. I swear, on my honor as an adventurer and knight…"

The girl let out a cough, interrupting her final words. However, Sayori knew that the demon prince was too intrigued and confused to finish her off yet. Standing up straight, she ignored the saliva and blood that was starting to leak out of her mouth. Thrusting her hand out towards his, an invitation that would always be open to him, she made her final declaration for the night.

"I swear… That I'll make you mine!"

That was all it took. Five words were enough to make the feared demon prince squirm. The crooked smile on his face began to curl and twist as a blush peeked out from under his imposing dark mask. It was as if genuine glee at the promise of her return was trying to make itself known, only for bitter instinct to push it back down again. Finally, the smile was abandoned completely, being replaced by a dark scowl.

Taking his own step forward, the demon prince swatted the girl's hand away. His powers were overflowing as he aimed right for her stupid grin. He truly despised that smile. "For the twelfth time…"

He's been keeping count?! Sayori was absolutely giddy at the prospect.

"I will never go out with you!" A powerful blast exited the demon prince's being, heading full force for the knight in front of him. What was even more frustrating was the small wave that the girl gave him, as though his absolutely devastating power was only blowing her hair back. The sudden image of it in his head was immediately pushed back as the demon finished his assault.

The moment the girl was gone, the man ripped his helmet off his face and threw it to the ground, enjoying the crashing sound it made. "Just who does that girl think she is?!" the now unmasked Goro Akechi began his tirade. Pacing around the throne room his wild mutterings echoed down the hallways of the tower. "Coming over here, wasting my time with her trite nonsense! Always acting so nauseatingly cute, and cocky, and kind each time! I'll show her…"

.

.

.

In the capital church, two people were waiting in the pews. It had been determined much earlier that in order to go about daily business properly, they should wait in shifts to retrieve their respawned friends. Today, that responsibility fell on Ann Takamaki and Akira Kurusu.

"Hey, you two?" A girl suddenly came up to them. As an employee, it was her job to make room for new arrivals and perform revivals on all who entered. "What are you two still doing in here? I already revived you, as well as all of your friends… But why did they leave and not you?"

"We're waiting for a friend to respawn," Akira was quick to explain. A sudden banging sound echoed through the building as a wooden casket landed on the ground. A small sticky note with the name "Matsu" was on the front. "Speak of the devil… There she is."

"Oh," the worker went over to the coffin and knocked on the wooden door three times. The casket vibrated slightly before a trembling sound could be heard from the inside. Ann and Akira both cringed. It was better that strangers not know the origins of those sounds.

"She faced the demon prince alone," Ann said without prompting. Any questions the worker had were immediately forgotten as the worker gasped.

"The poor thing… She must be traumatized." The woman quickly left to perform her duties elsewhere. However, the two adventurers could only stare at her in slight envy.

"Things would be fine if that were the case…" Akira sighed as he began removing the lid of the coffin. "But unfortunately…"

The lid now removed, her friends could now see Sayori Matsu had a lovesick gaze in her eyes. "Oh, you guys… You should have seen his face as he fired at me. It was so enchanting…" The girl began to mumble incoherently as her two friends facepalmed.

"Unfortunately… She's like… this," Ann finished, an embarrassed frown stuck to her face.

"Well that was fun," Rhiannon said as she closed the lid on her laptop. "Now there's just one thing left we have to do.

Dewitt and Rhiannon both looked at a corner of the room, as if facing into the lens of an invisible camera.

"Well, let's get one question out of the way first," Rhiannon took a flashcard out of her pocket.

"You printed 'em on flashcards?"

"Yeah, why not? Anyway, onto the question. This one is so commonly asked that we might as well answer it here. AsouShibata wants to know if we will ever mention the Shadow version of Sayori's friends again. I suppose that's rather unclear to us. Isn't it?"

"I mean, there's no real story reason for them to show up again. We'll just have to see."

"Though I'll probably have them be mentioned again, just because it makes sense," Rhiannon flipped the flashcard over. "Oh boy, Recovery-one's question is pretty good!"

"Aw, man. I love that guy."

"Firstly, the dude wants to know what our favorite scene is to write," Rhiannon thought for a moment. "Well, I really do love to write all of the chemistry scenes between Goro and Sayori, as well as the rest of the cast. They're the most fun for me. Not to mention any time I get to make a reference to something else brightens my day. Dewitt, you answer too!"

"Hmm… well… I suppose my favorite parts to write are the bits with Mai. She's a total grump, which makes her pretty easy for me to write. Plus, I love her character. She's a loveable moron in a world full of pretty smart people, as well as magical powers and stuff. She has no idea what's going on, and her reactions are always fun to write because of that."

"Oh yeah, Mai's really fun. Who would have ever guessed she was named after the goth chick in Avatar The Last Airbender?" Rhiannon added on with a laugh. "That's totally the only thing special about her… Anyway, moving on. Recovery-one also wants to know how our writing process works, and how we collaborate. This is a bit of a two-parter between how we used to do things, and how we'll do things from now on. Dewitt, you mind starting?"

"Well, we used to just take turns weekly. We'd discuss the chapter every week, then write it over the course of said week, taking turns with writing duties. She'd write a chapter, then I'd write a chapter. But, as it turns out, Rhiannon is more of a fan of writing than I am. Frankly, I only did it to make her happy. So, I've decided to become an editor only. I do still write the Mai sections, though."

"Yeah, last week was your last full chapter, wasn't it?" Rhiannon said wistfully. "Well, I'll be able to handle it. It's better preparations for the sequels I will definitely want to write." The girl rubbed her hands together in eagerness. "Oh wait, maybe I shouldn't say that? Eh, whatever." She placed her hands on her lap and exhaled. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it?"

"I have to admit, it was pretty fun. You don't get to see these characters in such oddball situations often. I enjoyed myself."

"I'm glad. Well, then, I'll be on my way. Things to do, people to see, Noblesse to read."

"Of course."

"Anyway, bye!" Rhiannon smiled as she headed for the door. Dewitt sat on his couch as she left, reflecting on his actions that day. He decided that he needed to speak up.

"Hey, Rhiannon?" He called out, looking over at the door while standing up.

"Yeah?" She replied, poking her head back through the door.

Dewitt walked towards the door, hands in his pockets. He saw Rhiannon, bathed in the soft light of his front porch. "I know I'm a grump, but… I really had fun today. I mean it. It was nice spending time with you."

Rhiannon smiled in response. "Oh, I know. Despite your grumpiness, you were obviously having a good time."

Dewitt managed his second smile of the evening. "Heh. I guess. I'll see you tomorrow, like usual?"

"Always. Five PM, on the dot, every day. You know me."

"Good. Well, don't let me keep you. See you tomorrow."

"See you."

He shut the door as she turned around. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

I hope you all like this chapter. Enjoy your week! Please read, review, and I'll see you all next time!