AN: Sorry for taking such a long time to update...

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"Enma, who are these strangers?" Adelheid asked.

"A-Adel, t-these a-are a c-couple o-of f-friends," Enma said.

"And they're staying over," Adel ventured.

"Y-yes..." Enma clarified.

"... Enma, you don't know who they are, do you?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Adel sighed. "If it makes you happy, then they can stay. BUT if they betray us, they're out."

Enma nodded.

"EEEKKKK!" Giotto shrieked from the bathroom. "I hurt myself!"

"Nufufu~ What's up with this house? There's no where to pee!"

"Prey, where's the river?"

"The fuck! I need to wash my hands!"

Adel sighed before grabbing Enma by the arm and dragging him to the bathroom.

"G-guys w-whats w-wrong," Enma stuttered.

"Fuck. Why are her boobs so big?" G said, pointing at Adel's chest.

"G! That's so rude of you! I heard that women hate it when people tell them that," Giotto yelled at his friend. "Also, does anyone know first-aid? I think I'm bleeding..."

"And I think I wet myself... Nufufu~," Daemon muttered.

"Prey... I'll bite you to death for not having a river to shower in..." Alaude snarled.

Enma stared at them. "D-Daemon-san... the t-toilet is behind you... A-and Giotto-san, h-how did you hu-hurt yourself?"

"Weeeeellllllll..." Giotto began. "I was fooling around with this sharp razor thing... So to test it out, I tried it on my legs. For some reason, they started bleeding... I then put it on my face in the same thing happened! I think it's cursed..."

Enma face-palmed. "G-Giotto-san... T-that's a s-shaver... W-women use i-it."

"Daemon snickered. "Nufufu~ It seems like the blond midget it an idiot."

"I'm not!" Giotto crossed his arms and frowned.

"I agree with the pineapple slash melon man," G said.

"..." Alaude said nothing. But one could hear the faint mutter of the word idiot.

"What's the brown, smelly thing in the chair that Daemon was talking about?" Giotto asked, changing the subject.

"I-it's p-poop..." Enma said

"You mean dung?" G asked.

"Y-yes..." Enma stuttered.

Giotto wrinkled his nose. He could not believe these people! Pooping in chairs? How atrocious!

Adel sighed as she placed her head in her hand. "Enma, take these people to the guest room. Now."

"B-but Adel! T-there a-are only t-three beds t-there!" Enma sputtered.

"One of them will sleep on the floor. Problem solved," Adel said. "Now excuse me, I'm going to bed."

Enma watched as Adel walked away before turning to his guests. "A-allow m-me to l-lead you to t-the g-guest r-room..."

"What? I will not sleep on the floor! That is disgusting! I'm rich, and rich people don't sleep on the floor. I also can't sleep on the floor because it'd ruin my amazing-ly, sexy hair!" Giotto screamed.

"Giotto... you used to be rich... Your parents disowned you last year because they thought your eyes were creepy," G corrected. "So, you are not rich."

"But how about my hair? It'd get ruined," Giotto whined.

"Nufufu~," Daemon chuckled as he sat on a bed with his legs crossed. "Your hair is already ruined."

Giotto gasped. "Oh no you didn't!"

Alaude raised an eyebrow. "Your hair is ruined, prey. Now... Shut up before I bite you to the afterlife..."

"But I want to sleep on the bed," Giotto crossed his arms and pouted.

"And no one cares," Daemon said cheerfully. "Now, shut up. I want to sleep."

Giotto watched as Daemon and Alaude lied down on their beds. How mean! Forcing him to sleep on the floor like that.

G rolled his eyes. "Giotto, I'll let you sleep on a bed tomorrow. Now, please shut up."

"Sure!" Giotto said cheerfully as he grinned from ear to ear. Giotto grabbed a pillow and blanket from the closet and went to sleep.

I wonder why mom and dad didn't have pillows as soft as these...

~~~ In Italy ~~~

Somewhere in the beautiful country of Italy, a cloud of pink smoke appeared. Out stepped a man dressed in a dark suit, a fedora on his head, and stylish sideburns.

The man smirked. "Where, oh where, could you be, Useless-Giotto?"

Somewhere in Japan, a certain blond named Giotto sneezed.

"Bless you," G muttered before turning around.

Someone must be talking about me... Giotto thought.

AN: I'm so sorry for taking so long to post! I had major writer's block! Please don't kill me...

Also, I recommend reading the story Tarnished Gold by TheAloofBunny. It. Is. Amazing~

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