...Whoever is subjecting me to this Hell deserves to have their organs ripped out of their bodies...and then I remember it is my sister, stupid Mei Yamazaki, Ultimate Crybaby. Fits that she is actually showing her real colors and dressing up like a baby. A pastel pink baby costume that makes me want to vomit. And then my parents had the greatest idea and placed me inside the same outfit, just bigger and having way more damn pink. I think I rather be stabbed twenty-one times by myself and get my head beaten in with a bat rather than this.

"Sis, you're supposed to be enjoying things!" Mei complains. I have no idea where this is at in my contract with the Committee. I am a damn mediator, not an overprotective parent too afraid to let my child grow a pair of balls.

"...Trust me, I'm enjoying my eternal suffering. My soul is in Hell." To make things worse, since the streets are not exactly the safest place to go to in the middle of the night, we have to do this inside the main building of the Japanese branch of the Committee. And nobody really practices the old Christian holiday of Halloween anymore so they'll think I'm crazier than they originally pegged me as being. It sucks being a fourteen-year-old.

The walls of this sector of the Committee building fittingly named the living quarters are dull and boring. It is pure white with pure white floors of pure white boredom. There are doors lined up. None of them have a single bit of personality since the Committee always have to be a bunch of killjoys and ban anything fun. Other than Halloween, yet that's torture. At least for me.

"Aw, but I want candy!" Mei keeps up her same old shtick. You know what makes being fifteen worse, having a nine-year-old sister.

"Please kill me." Then we reach the first door and I already want to jump off a cliff. I read the small nameplate on the side of the door that reads Amari, Shiro. I feel like I heard that name somewhere before. Before I can do anything, Mei pressed the doorbell and I knew that I am in for the ride of my life. But like the bad kind of ride, like the ones from the infamous theme park from the states from before the Tragedy that I believe was called Action Park. I rather be there though. Mosty because it was before the Committee took the fun out of everything. Then again, they did begin in the United States of America so I would probably be screwed. I mean, the offical name is the American Restortation Committee, yet nobody is stupid enough to call it that.

"Coming!" A person, who I assume to be Shiro, yells from the other side of the door. The next second the person opens the door and she is quite beautiful if I have a say in it. Although my heart will always belong to Mitsuru. I will convince her one day to let me join her gang, just you wait and see!

"Hello, mam, trick or treat!" Mei smiles as she pulls out her empty pillowcase.

"Um...I am a guy," the person answers. At that moment, both of us begin to blush. Idiot, just because somebody has long hair and has a feminine face, doesn't mean they're a girl. I don't know how Minato would respond if they heard something like that. "My name is Shiro Amari, and I happen to be the Ultimate Composer."

"...Mam, trick or treat!" Poor Mei does not yet understand things relating to Tumblr. Once I introduce her to that Hell, she will never come back. I am slowly following a fanbase on there. I have a few thousand followers interested in my journey working with the Committee and all that sort of jazz.

"I'm sorry," I say. I begin to bow, which has Shiro staring at me. "...I've always wanted to be an Ultimate! I'll be the Ultimate Mediator. How do you do that!?"

"..." Then I see that Shiro is looking at my hands. Most people have a bad habit of staring at my hands since they still are not used to seeing fake ones. "Oh, since your little sister is so cute, I can give you something. Not everyday people come knocking on my doorstep and know what Halloween is."

"Cool!" Mei's eyes begin to sparkle. She is actually not spilling up my secrets of being obsessed with the Ultimates. They are so cool, but I will never be caught saying that. That would be more of a death sentence than doing this with my little sister. At least with this, I can come up with the excuse that I'm being blackmailed. Curse you parents. Anyway, Ultimates have the best time with life, except for the possibility of being stuck inside a Killing Game! But that's never gonna happen.

"Here!" Then Shiro gives me something, a pair of black gloves. "Nowadays, it is hard to find somebody like you, that would trust the world enough to do something like this." Shiro closes his door, leaving both of us outside. Mei is frowning.

"But I want candy."

"Mei, you must know that candy is extremely rare-"

"But I want it now!" She begins to cry. I try to place the gloves inside my pockets, only to realize that I don't have any. Please kill me. Surprisingly, nobody comes outside, which is a miracle. I think I would literally put a knife to my throat if somebody did that. "I'm gonna continue!"

"Wait a sec, okay?" I respond. I quickly place on the gloves that Shiro just gave me. Sure, they do not match my current outline or any of my current ones, but I have to have something help me in this Hell. Mei latches onto my hand and literally drags me next door. This one has the tag of Hiraoka, Kazuhiko. I do know an asshole named Kazuhiko, who loves going around and pronouncing to the world that he is the Ultimate Journalist even if he's not, but he has a different last name. Yanagi. Kazuhiko Yanagi. Of course, that was before he posted that damn article and now he just stays silent like a good boy, officially becoming one of the Committee's many dogs. They don't view people like him or me as human, only pieces on a chessboard that have no soul or sense of self.

"Okay!" And, just like last time, Mei rings the doorbell. My body begins to tense as somebody opens the door. I automatically recognize her as Kotori Hiraoka, head of the research section of the Japanese branch of the Committee.

"Oh, if it isn't Akita Yamazaki," she smirks. May I add on that she is the biggest bitch. Sure, I don't interact with her often, but the way she carries herself is so high and mighty that it makes me want to throw up.

"Trick or treat!" Mei smiles. Kotori then slams the door in her face.

"Whose at the doorbell?" Automatically, when I heard that voice, I try to go hide, yet resistance is futile. Kazuhiko is in the back and Kotori stares at him.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the story on why the Committee has banned any practice relating to the holiday Halloween.

Here's something short and sweet for Halloween. I wanted to tell the story on how Akita got her gloves, and, yes, this is officially canon. This actually happened.

Akita is a little younger here (duh) which is why she's a little toned down. And how is Mei that young and in Hope's Peak? You just have to red DiOS or DOS...you know, Despair in Our Stars.

So yeah...this is a thing. Happy Halloween. ^.^