A/N: Here's another filler. It's a nightmare. Literally.

Me: okay, Leigh, we have a question.

Leigh: *looks up from Deadpool* come on, he was just gonna kill somebody! *Sees my glare* okay, let's hear it.

Me: it's from your good friend Muki

Leigh: DEAR GOD! HER QUESTIONS NEVER END, DO THEY?

Me: No, they don't. Okay, it says, "What do you mean 'don't go Muki level with stuff? DO YOU WANT PIE?

Leigh: *reads from self-made dictionary* "Go Muki-Level with Stuff: verb. To ask irrelevant questions in large quantities." Is that answer good enough? Do I want pie? Only apple or blueberry. And only if Rin makes it. Sorry, Muki, I don't trust your cooking.

I was walking along the road that lead to the church I attended here in Japan. When I saw the cemetery, I walked up to it to pay my respects to fallen Exorcists, which I did twice a month. There were new gravestones.

I looked at the names. No. This wasn't real! It couldn't be!

Ryuji Suguro: 1996-2012

Renzou Shima: 1996-2012

Miwa Konekomaru: 1996-2012

Muki Yuka: 1996-2012

Shiemi Moriyama: 1997-2012

The gravestones all said the names of my friends at cram school, until I stopped at one in horror.

Charles Smith: 1987-2012

Even my brother was dead. But I didn't see mine. Suddenly, I saw something. It looked like Ryuji.

"I cared about you!" it screamed. "Why couldn't you save us? Why couldn't you trust us? We were your friends. We trusted you to keep us safe!"

Next, my brother floated up to me. "I always thought that you could keep me safe. As long as you were with me, no harm would come. I never did get an answer to my question kiddo," he said the last word with disgust. "What are you? You're not even human! After all, what kind of human doesn't even bleed red?"

They all came at me, asking why I couldn't trust them. Why I couldn't save them. They started attacking me.

I woke in a cold sweat. It wasn't real. Just a dream. It wasn't real. Just a dream. If it was a dream, though, why was it so real? I looked at my clock: 4:00 a.m. Damn. Well, it was obvious that I wasn't going to get any more sleep. Screw it, I thought as I popped a Star Trek DVD in the player. I selected the 'Trouble with Tribbles' episode.

At cram school, I looked at everyone, remembering the things their ghosts said. Muki poked me. "Are you okay? You seem kind of scared today."

I grinned. "Are you saying that something scared me? Come on, don't be ridiculous. Come on, let's hang out with the gang, alright?"

What kind of human doesn't even bleed red?

I don't know. Maybe I'm not human after all. How can I go around masquerading as normal, when my blood isn't even red?

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