AN: I cut this chapter in half, as well. There are some finer details I wanna work out, so yeah. Much thanks to Dark Angel Erissa, Calm-Waters, AceLions, and Morbid Crow (Wow, I think that's the most reviews I've had for one chapter so far) for your absolutely wonderful reviews! Kisses for you all!

Kitty: Can I glomp them?

Umm, sure.

*Kitty glomps you all*

Here are some translations/pronunciations for the tad bit of japanese:

~Suiyoobie soy yo bi

This means Wednesday

~Kowai ko why

Hehe, I'm not telling you what this means yet.

Stars, Chapter 2: A Place Where Everyday Is Halloween

How old were you when you realized one day you would die? I must have been rather young, since I don't remember a time when I didn't know that one day my heart would never beat again.

Of course, I never thought one day I would be friends with a dead guy.

Now, three days into that odd friendship, I still hadn't gotten over the fact he had determined a good chunk of my personality through my choice of undergarments.

And I still wanted sushi.

I hadn't heard from Beetlejuice today, as of yet. Yesterday, he woke me up. He nearly got an eyeful of boobage, too, seein' as I was wearing my green slinky nightgown that was one size too big. Wouldn't be wearing that again any time soon.

But he was out of sight today. Maybe ghosts had things to do on Suiyoobie.

I'd just had my shower (Only interrupted once because Zach wanted his lunch. One would think that since he's eleven he could fix his own goddam food, but no.), and now I was in my room getting dressed.

"Gods, Kitty!" Oh, now I hear from him.

I sighed in annoyance. Why do people always walk in on me when I'm getting dressed? Don't people knock anymore?! Luckily, I was only missing my shirt. And socks, since that was what I was looking for.

I glared at him over my shoulder. "What do you want, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice?"

He reappeared behind me, and I jumped when I felt his cold fingers trail along my . . . okay, let's be honest here, love handles.

"Did you get mauled by an angry lion, or somethin'?"

I rolled my eyes. "They're called stretch marks, Kowai."

Kowai. That was my pet name for him. I thought it was perfect, and it annoyed him when I refused to tell him what it meant.

"Ya don't like 'em."

"Of course I don't fuckin' like 'em!" I snapped, walking over to my closet. I needed to put on a shirt, damnit.

I slipped on my grey army shirt when he asked, "Ya goin' somewhere?"

"No," I mumbled. Sure, I was wearing jeans instead of my usual pajama pants, but that was because I wanted to.

"I know a place we can go so ya won't have 'em."

"Really?" I asked, turning around to look at him. It didn't seem like he was lying.

"Yeah, the Neitherworld. We can go right now!"

"What?! I can't go right now! I've gotta watch over my brother, and the dogs. Not to mention I have to cook dinner. I've told you, I got responsibilities!"

"And you have no idea how to have fun!"

"How the hell do you know? Did my bra tell you that?"

"Pinstripes and lace don't say fun. They say classy."

God, this guy was creepy. And yet, I thought he was one cool cat.

"Kitty," he said when I didn't offer a comeback. "Look, fer bein' laid back, ya get pretty stressed real easy. All I'm askin' is a few hours. I can put Zach and the dogs to sleep, and you'll be back in time to fix dinner."

"I'll be back by five?"

"Yup."

Hmm, it would be nice to have some fun, and to be perfect for just a few hours. Physically, at least.

"Okay, how do we get there?" I asked, walking back to him.

"Gimme yer hands," he said, holding his hands out for mine.

I took a step away, and shook my head. "No, I can't do that. Is there another way?"

But I immediately regretted my actions when his eyes filled with a slow burning hate, like I had jabbed a wound that had never really healed. It wasn't directed at me, since he wasn't looking at me, but I still felt extremely horrible for, well, setting it off.

"I--I'm sorry, I--"

Then it was gone, and he smirked. But even I could tell it was forced.

"No, it's fine. Ya didn't know. There is another way. This one you can use whenever ya want to come over to my side."

"That'd be cool," I said with a little half smile.

"It's a chant."

"Sa-WEET! What is it?! I wanna know! Wait, is it all complicated like?"

He chuckled. Probably at my response.

"No, it ain't complicated. It's three lines and then my name--"

"Three times?"

"Yeah. So, ready?"

"Ready!"

"Though I know I should be wary, still I venture someplace scary. Ghostly hauntings I turn loose . . . ."

I repeated his words, adding his name, and grinned as a crazy wind whipped around my room, transforming it into what looked like the inside of a castle tower. But any other examinations of the room were cut short when I felt an icy heat (It was sorta like when water gets really cold it burns, or when it gets really hot it feels like it's ice.) envelop my body.

Holy shit. What the hell happened to my clothes?! I found myself wearing a long black coat, with grey fur of some kind covering most of my forearms, and a black corset with a thick dark red stripe down the middle. The black skirt ended about mid-thigh, and the bottom was jagged with red lace. I had on black lace stockings, and black boots with copper buckles running along the entire length.

Then I noticed my glasses were pressed against my face. I pulled them away to fix them, but I stopped when I realized they weren't my glasses. They were copper steampunk goggles. That had to be the coolest thing ever.

Glancing over the rims (they were still around my head), I looked towards Beetlejuice. And practically squealed when I could actually see him. He wasn't just some blob of color! I could see details! Without my glasses!

I was totally stoked.

Settling my new goggles on top of my head, I started bouncing around, and said, in a rather high pitched voice, "This is so totally AWESOME!"

"Glad ya think so. Come on." Then he walked up the stairs to the little triangular door, and I followed.

Beetlejuice introduced me to the Monster-Across-The-Street (I opted to call him Monster-san), and Jacques LaLean, the body building skeleton (What was it with skeletons and the name "Jack"?). Since he introduced me as "Kitty", I doubted any of them would know my real name, so I gave up on that front. Everything was going without a hitch, until . . . .

"And this is Ginger."

I focused my attention on the woman.

And screamed.

In a move that would have made a ninja proud, I launched myself over Beetlejuice's couch, and cowered behind it, clutching my knees to my chest.

It was a perfectly understandable reaction. I mean, there was a huge-ass-sweet-mother-of-Abraham-Lincoln-my-biscuits-are-burnin'-fucking SPIDER in the room.

"Kitty?" I heard Beetlejuice's voice from above me.

"Arachnophobe," was all I said.

"She's not a real spider. She only looks like one."

"Besides, honey," I hear in a woman's voice, "how many spiders do you know that can tap dance?"

Curious now, I crawled to the end of the couch and peek around. I had to keep telling myself she was a person, not a spider, or this would've been damned impossible.

"Tap dance?" I asked when I saw the magenta colored spider-esque woman.

She smiled, and I smiled back.

"I've got a few new steps I'd like to practice. Would you like to see them when I'm done?"

"I'd love to!" I guess as long as she didn't ambush me, I'd be fine. I just had to get it through my head she was a person, and not a . . . yeah. It would take some time, but I could do it.

I hadn't realized Beetlejuice had moved until he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me up.

"Alright, let's go. I only got ya fer a few hours," he said as soon as I was standing next to him.

Beetlejuice went to take my hand, but I snatched it back before he could touch me. It wasn't anything personal against him. I just didn't like people touching my hands.

AN: Next chapter we'll find out why she doesn't want people touching her hands. Also, they'll have some funs in the Neitherworld, and Miss Kitty will get to meet Miss Nights and Mr Derrick. There will be some singing, and cigarette yoinking. And some more things, if I can figure it out. Happy New Years! Have fun, and don't die.