Whazzup my faithful two readers! The update took longer than I thought it would. I have been to the hospital for concussive migraines, and for the past week or two I have been in drugged up happy land, unable to form coherent thoughts let alone write. This chapter is kind of half assed, so I apologize. I also realize that the plot is dragging along ever so slowly. This is one of my first stories, so if you have any advice on how to move the plot along faster, please let me know.

The Sisters Mouryou (with the exclusion of Reiko.) were making their way back from house number 776, all just a little disappointed in their first set of neighbors. When they had knocked, a frankly rude and lethargic man appeared to answer the call. In the back round, they could clearly see a woman staggering around aimlessly. The man –Mr Casil as he had at least had decency to identify himself- had smelled very plainly of various strong liquors, and kept speaking about how horrible his life was and how good it could have been if only he hadn't let his wife have 'that boy'. When the woman in the back came to the door, she didn't seem to have any idea as to her location. Shihoku strongly suspected she was drugged, and quite heavily so. After about 20 minutes of forced conversation, the trio departed, eager to leave the foul 'people' to their miserable existences

"Well, we might as well move on to the next house," Shihoku said, trying to shake off the general unpleasantness of the beings they had just beheld. "God, I feel sorry for any child that has to grow up in that environment."

"Yeah, it's lucky you pulled us out of their when we did, or we would have at least one less neighbor to worry about." Shinobu said fingering the handle of the blade at her side.

"Yeah, they were, like, really freaking lame, man. Let's go home, I feel like I need to scrub myself." The faux blonde commented.

"Alright Shirabe we'll go home after one more house. Shihoku said, turning to the shack directly next to the Casil House.

Meanwhile…

"Well, this was a fun way to spend my first few hours after a long vacation." Nny said, wiping blood from his arm on the side of the wall next him. Briefly he was reminded of the creature behind the blood wall from his past. But that was a chapter of his life behind him now. No longer would he simply accept senselessly killing those that didn't deserve it, like an automaton.

"Nny, is that you?" A voice said through the door to the kitchen.

"Whom else would it be, my other half. I have been hoping to talk to you for a while, Nailbunny. What do you think about this situation."

Sure enough, the disembodied head drifted through the hall and up to Nny

"Oh Nny" Nailbunny began, voice dripping with a melancholy tone. "You know I never truly approved of your little mutilations. You were making so much progress too. At the asylum, you were making friends, and forming relationships. Now you're here, alone again.I understand you left to discover your purpose, but that doesn't mean you have to do everything so alone. You need companions who aren't just your inner musings and biological impetuses."

Well, whom do you propose dear Nailbunny? Devi was one of the only people whose presence I could stand, and I wouldn't try to contact her again. It might a little… awkward. Squee is an option, but he's far too young for us to hang out with like buddies, and he probably has friends of his own. Edgar Vargas is dead," Johnny started ticking the names off on his hand "I really don't know anyone I could bond with on an intellectual level." Nny concluded, sitting back into his armchair." What I need is someone who likes me for me, despite my various…" He glanced down towered the barely living Christy. "Quirks."

"Well, Johnny, it's pretty unrealistic to think that a vast majority of people would want to let a homicidal sociopath who talks to inanimate objects into their lives, let alone date them (A/N Tell THAT to the fangirls and fanboys) If you really want to meet new people, you should start by broadening your search. You can't expect to find new people by staying at home all day, and I don't mean hunting!"

"Ahh man, I wanted to hunt." Nny said, kicking the chair next to him like a child. "You know I cant go to far from this place for to long, nailbunny. Theirs something about this house, this neighborhood, that keeps drawing me back. Even death hasn't kept me away for too long."

Go out Johnny. Happiness is not going to find you at home Nny.

Ding Dong

Johnny looked relieved at the respite from Nailbunny's lecture. "I better go get that"Nny walked quicky to his front door, hoping perhaps to this time get a Mormon or perhaps a vacuum salesman to add to his now practically silent home. When he opened the door, however what he received was somewhat more surprising.

Standing before him were three very odd looking girls, with sharp features and pointed horns.

"Hello, we are the Mouryous," a the tallest and most elegantly mysterious of the group said. "We're new in to the neighborhood, and thought we would come over and introduce ourselves to the locals."

"Well, that was predictable" Johnny said aloud.

To be continued.