A.N. Hey, still no funny dialogue. Sorry. Thanks for the reviews! I'd list names, but I'm really tired right now, so I'm too lazy to. Maybe in my end author's note... OH! HOLD DA PHONE! So, the reason I'm updating this, but not How It All Happened is 'cause I'm writing this off the top of my head, with no rough draft. Nothing. Not even an outline, even though I do have a plot. But, for How It All Happened, I have the next few chapters written up. REALLY nicely, I might add. So, Sayonara.

And, yes, I changed the title.

Disclaimer: I no own nuthin'. Damn.

Read the bottom A.N. for some important information! Well, it's important to me... Still, PLEEEEAAASE read it!

Chapter 3- She Cooks Like My Grandma.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The three, sharp raps to the door rang out in the empty hall. Maka suddenly filled our line of vision as she opened the door and let us in.

"Hey, long time no see." She said jokingly, a quirky smile on her face. Soul was on the couch, half asleep. "Ugh. Gimme a moment and-" Yumi cut her off with a shake of her head and her eyes had a 'Let me.' look in them.

She walked over to the couch and took out her iPod. Placing it next to her head, she blared "Whip My Hair" or whatever straight into his ear. Soul bolted up, then promptly tripped on a pillow Yumi had placed on the floor. He fell flat on his face and Maka and I (who had successfully kept our giggles in) burst out in a full out laughing fit. We joined Yumi on the ground, clutching our sides, faces red, trying to suck in air. Soul finally realized he was in his living room and figured what had happened. He started grumbling to himself, "Not cool..." I had finally caught my breath and I came right back with my comeback. "Soul, quit talking about yourself. I know I have a low self-esteem, but you have a problem if you're insulting yourself." Not my best, but it got us all riled up again and we couldn't stop laughing for a good ten minutes. Unfortunately, this is where the night goes down hill for us (or off the couch in Soul's case xD)

"Sooouuull-kun! My little scythey-boy! Why are you- Oh! We have guests!" This lady walks in... but I'm not really sure what she is. She has purple cat ears and a tail... And she's only in a towel. "Wellllll, hello! Maka, you didn't tell me we had people coming over! If you had, I could have gotten a little surprise ready for them! I know how to make it up, though!"(I'm not good at writing things for people like Blair... Soorry if she seems OOC) With a snap of her fingers, her towel disappears, leaving... something else. I can't call them clothes, 'cause they're almost as bad as the towel! Before anyone can say anything, she runs into the kitchen. Almost immediately the smell of burnt fish floats into the room.

"Holy shit! What the hell is that!?" Couldn't have said it better myself Yumi. Maka suggested we all sit on the couch while she deals with the cat lady. She comes out and the, how do I put this, scantily clad women walks out with her, carrying a burnt blob that seems to be the source of the horrific odor.

"I made fish!" She shouts. I walk up to her and poke the "fish".

"What did you do, cook it with a flame thrower?" I ask. "This looks like my Grandma's cooking... Is it even edible?"

She looks surprised then smiles real big. "Of course it's edible, silly! I'm Blair by the way!" I look at Yumi, who had slipped her shoes back on and was waiting for me by the door.

"Well, I'm Misosazai and that's my meister Yumi." I say gesturing to her. My hands clasp behind my back and I stand there, awkwardly, trying not to look at Blair.

"It's been great and all, Soul, Maka, but we should get going. Thanks for the... interesting evening. Good bye... Blair." She walked over to me and grabbed my arm. Yumi gave them all a smile (though it was a tad forced) and dragged me out. As we walked upstairs, I could hear Maka yelling at the cat lady, saying stuff like 'WHY CAN'T YOU BE A NORMAL CAT?!' Yumi seemed to have heard as well, for she was shaking her head, a small smile on her face, murmuring, "We sure have a way of picking friends..." Couldn't agree more.

When we got into our apartment, I got us each a bowl of cereal. After eating we both got ready for bed, Yumi taking forever in the shower, me getting blasted with some cold water at the end of mine.

"Night, Yumi." I call softly down the hall.

"Night, Sazai." She calls back with a yawn.

I slip into bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm asleep.

I was running. Running fast. The moon above me was laughing, blood dripping from its mouth, reminding me of what I was running fro- Stop. Don't think. Just run. My footsteps echoed off the cobblestone streets. I was breathing heavy and the sound was rebounding off the buildings lining the street. A pounding was heard behind me, getting closer and sounding to an unknown rhythm. The large, lumbering steps were gaining on me.

I turned a corner, hoping to lose the creature chasing me, but it was still behind me.

"Stop running, my little songbird. I just want to hear your beautiful singing." There was a mocking tone to the voice and it spurred me to keep running.

Eventually, I ran into a dead end and was forced to face the beast chasing me. "Quit with the pleasantries. I don't want to hear your lies." The steadiness of my voice surprised me. It was nothing like the emotional wreck I was inside my mind. I saw my best friend, tossed like she weighed nothing, then slammed against a wall. The blood lust in the eyes of her killer as he moved to finish her off so he could eat her soul. And it kept repeating, over and over until I could take no more.

"Aww. I was just trying to be nice, little one. Besides, I do wish to hear you sing. I want to hear the song you will sing as I rip you limb from limb. I want to relish in the echoes of it as I devour your soul. You evaded me once, years ago, but now I have you." He slowly closed the distance between us coming closer and closer. I could see his teeth, gleaming in the blood of my dead friends. He was smiling, but it held no happiness; his teeth were sharp and ragged. "Sing, little songbird, sing." That's the last thing I heard.

I woke up and my heart was pounding.

A.N. Oooh. Suspense. So, I was reading Ginger's newest fic, Most Wanted, and it planted this brilliant little seed in my head that sprouted into a fantastic idea. Now, I won't start the story until this one is close to finished, but if you guys want, I will give you a preview of it. It does have OCs, but they are NOT based on me or Ginger. And even if you don't want a preview, I still might post the story later. Oh, and it's plot is not similar to Ginger's. I think. I'm pretty sure it's not, but then again, I don't really know what she's planning. She never tells me anything.

Well, that's all for now folks! SORRY IF THIS SEEMED RUSHED. I AM TYPING THINS IN SECRET, WHILE I SHOULD BE DOING A SCHOOL PROJECT.

Oh, and the title has a story behind it. Quite sad and funny at the same time. You know, the terrible humor when you laugh at something pitiful. I'll tell you guys next time.