Hey guys, I'm back. Thanks for all the lovely reviews I haven't received yet (or really haven't earned, for that matter) I'd like to take this time to remind you that I own none of this shit, save for the original situations and such. So, without further formalities and page wasting space, I give you this next chapter of Contemplating Stuff! (yay!!!)

Chapter Two

"I suppose well have to just wait and see…" Squee said wearily. He followed his dark friend as he got up from the stairs, yawned, and plopped down on the couch with a heavy thunk.

"Come on, how bad could watching one little girl be?" Mr. Satan inquired, sweeping across the room to put the finishing touches on the living room coffee table; a bottle of warm sake, sushi, and what looked suspiciously like human eyeballs soaked in blood. "At the very least, try to make them feel at home here like I have, after all it's a long way from home for these people, and it's important that they feel welcome."

And so, Diablo went over the proper etiquette for what seemed like hours, pausing every few minutes to straighten something in the room, when young Squee happened upon as thought more terrifying than the crazy neighbor mans mood swings: Señor Diablo actually seemed nervous.

"What could Satan himself possibly be frightened of ?"Squee silently mused, his gut twisting as his warped little mind invisioned the possibilties. He wouldn't have to think long, as just as the last terrible thought crossed his mind (vampire moose), the doorbell rang and Squee let out an very audible "Squee!".

"Oh dear, that would be them. I need to get something out of the other room, Todd, be a dear and get the door, would you please?"

Squee gripped his hands tightly, to prevent them from shaking and slowly walked to the door. Heart pounding, he slowly made his way to the the knob, he slowly opened the door.

Standing, drenched in rain, was a young girl in white , with most of her hair covering her face. Squee jumped back, and yelped loudly, causing Pepito to jump up in alarm.

"What, what is compadre?" Pepito said, concerned.

Squee stopped, and looking back at the girl, attempted to regain his composure. "Its nothing, not really. Say, Pepy, have you ever seen the movie The Ring?"

"Actually, no, personally I prefer American Horror Flicks."

"ARE EITHER OF YOU GOING TO LET US IN?" a very deep, very menacing voice sounded from the door.

"Who said that?"Squee said, doing his best to hide his terror. A crack of lightning arced across the sky, illuminating the previously unseen stranger.

"Well, I did of course. Now, are you quite certain we got the correct house this time Rei-chan?"

"I sure hope so daddy, I'm starting to get full from all the rude people we ran into."

"I-I-I…I'm sorry you must be Diablos guests, p-please come in."Squee said, attempting to hold back the stuttering.

"Well, Todd, is it them, or isn't it?" Satan yelled from the kitchen.

"Ye..yes, it's them."

"Well, don't be daft boy, offer them a seat,"Daiblo said, sweeping into the living room once again. "Don't just stand their old friend, come in, come in."

The young girl walked in, shaking her hair and looking up, giving Todd a much better look at her. One of the girls most prominent features was her sharp looking, pointed ears. Beneath the bangs Squee swore he saw horns. Another unusual thing about her were the very long arms, which reached the floor from were she stood. But as scary as the girl looked, the thing that truly frightened Squee was her father.

Being a very large man, he had to bend down while entering the room. Standing up straight, he was at least a full head and a half taller than Pepitos father, who was still very tall. He wore a dark green, red pinstriped suit, wrapped in a floor sweeping trench coat, and upon his head sat a fedora, modified to accommodate his very long ears and sharp horns. He removed the coat, revealing two very impressive looking samurai swords. Looking down, he offered his hand to the frightened looking little boy who took it, gazing up into his blazing red eyes, noticing how soft the hand was.

"You must be Diablio' son. My name is Mitsuga Mouryou."

"Oh n-n-no sir, my name is Todd, I'm just a friend of Pepito's."

"I'm Pepito sir!" Pepy exclaimed, jumping up and grasping Mr. Mouryou's left hand eagerly, and pulling back just as quickly, for two of the his fingers, the pinky and the ring, were missing up to the second knuckle. "Oh my god, what happened to your hand," he said, looking horrified.

"Pepito S. Diablo, you apologize this instant. It very rude and disrespectful, to ask about something so personal; I hope you don't hold it against him Mr. Mouryou." said Diablo, glaring at his son.

"Ha, not at all, old friend, and please, it's Mitsuga to you. These are story for another time," he said, indicating to the missing digits. "Allow me to introduce my youngest daughter, Reiko."

Diablo bent down for a better look at the girl. "Hello young one. You will be playing with my son tonight, unless you would like to rest somewhere, I'm sure we have a spare bed for you to use"

"No thank you sir," she blushed, looking away to hide the red on her tiny demonic cheaks. "I-I named my crocodile after you, sir."

"Well, is that so young one? You speak English quite well for someone so young, Reiko."

"We have lived in the United States for 3 years now, and she has a very good grasp on the language" Mitsuga explained, taking a seat on the couch.

"Hi Reiko, my name is Pepito, but all my friends call me Pepy!" Pepito extended his grasp to the young girls eagerly.

"Hi" she replied simply, looking disinterestedly out the window.

Well look, Mitsuga and I must talk business, Pepito, my son; please make refreshments for the three of you to enjoy upstairs; Todd, please show Reiko to Pepy's room." Squee, gulped, and started to walk up the stairs, with Reiko in tow behind him.

"So, what was your name again", Reiko asked, her diabolically red eyes searing into Squee's deep brown.

Holding back a yelp at the deep red eyes of the young demoness, he let out another 'squee', prompting Reiko into a fit of laughter

"Your name is 'Squee' huh? Well, 'Squee', I have a question for you." They had just reached Pepito's door. "Would you like to play house with me?" she asked, an innocent looking smile spreading across her face.

A/n Sorry that took so long, dudes, but I have a lot of stuff on my plate, and it's not like anyone is reading this anyway… Well, passing over that, I hope you enjoyed or hated this chapter enough to drop me a simple review with advice or constructive criticism. Or to tell me to keep up the hopefully good work.