I'm resisting the urge to redo the cover... I couldn't think of anything to say in this author's note... As you may have noticed. But dammit, I'm taking too long with the updates again...

Disclaimer: *grips edge of table* Don't make me flip this...

"Alright, welcome ta mah home." The hick opened the door opened for the young fox, though he knew that Roy wouldn't be grateful for the polite gesture. Though he wondered if he did feel gratitude and chose not to show it rather than never feel it at all. The redheaded human's home was not like Roy had first expected it to be. The small home was well furnished as well as clean enough to see everything. The fox expected a large pile of garbage rivaling a mountain of beer cans and maybe the faint scent of animal feces.

"Is this really your home...?" Roy asked with a deadpan stare, skeptical about it all.

"Yea, I live here with mah brother, Paul." The fox's ear twitched for a moment, the thought of having to deal with another person like Keith was already getting on his nerves. He almost regretted to ask his next question.

"You sure he would be fine with you letting a bum stay in your home?" He was coming up with excuses at this point, Roy wanted get out and set miles in between him and the redneck.

"It'll be fine, he's a chill guy." The redhead added, the fox groaned again in an annoyed tone. It wasn't even an afterthought to hide his displeasure. "Now c'mon, I need to show yew were yer sleepin' from now on."

Keith motioned for the young boy to follow, which Roy regrettably did while taking notice of some picture frames on the wall. Most were only the hick beside who he assumed was Paul, tall, eyes appearing tired and exhausted. Appearance wise, the two didn't match all that much. The other brother was a brunette, even having hazel colored eyes, Keith was a redhead with dark blue eyes that seemed full of life.

Roy shook his head and continued to follow the redhead through the small hallway, taking the last door on the left and finding a single room with one bed. The bedroom already seemed to have someone living in it. A small guitar amp as well as a Gibson Jr. gave that possibility away immediately. Taking in the scent, the fox could easily tell it was the hick's own room.

"Sorry to say this, but the reason yew and I are gonna be roomin' together, is so I can keep a close eye on ya." 'Great, bad enough I can't have privacy in my own thoughts, now I can't even have privacy in my own physical body.'

"Lovely..."

I don't pay attention to every detail, your life can be rather boring sometimes.

'Not every detail and yet you still know more about me than myself... Fuck you and logic.' Roy rubbed his head, feeling the throbbing of a migraine approaching. "Hate to ask, but any spare clothes for me, and perhaps a shower? Starting to get irritated from these wet clothes." He could also feel a gnawing at his stomach. Though the fox took chose skin comfort over the warmth from having food in his stomach.

"Across the hallway, jus' leave yer clothes in the hamper." Roy nodded to the man and made his way to the bathroom, immediately stripping off and switching on the hot water. Not caring for the scalding he suffered from being impatient, at the moment, he only wanted to get his body warm through any means. The boiling water that cascaded down his body being the best solution to his predicament. Even when water had started his discomfort, it was the same thing to solve it.

"Death fucking damn it..."

Someone needs to watch their language.

"Someone needs to shut the fuck up." The fox growled under his breath, he didn't even want to argue about the cursing part. Only reason he never uttered any words was because of Sajin. He felt that he needed the parenting and watched most of his vices, now that he was away from him, all those pent up emotions could finally surface. His mind stayed quiet for the remainder of the shower, which Roy was greatly thankful for.

The steam freely flowed out the doorway as he exited, the cool breeze beginning to flow towards him. Roy shivered and tightened the towel around his waist, already making his way back into the hick's room only to find it empty. "Great..." Finding no other suitable way to pass the time, the fox boy fell back into the bed, almost slipping unconscious instantly from the soft mattress on his body. One thing was for sure, he missed having a bed to sleep in.

"Maka, I don't think we should be keeping this research a secret anymore." The albino Death Scythe spoke out as he watched the ash blonde woman continuing to submerse herself within books. The young woman would finish reading through one lengthy pile of text only to request four more stacks in return.

"Good idea, go notify Kid about our little trouble, and if he doesn't believe us, have him call me." Soul blinked at how easily she had agreed with him, though his mind was stuck at his current role of messenger boy. It was not what he expected to be used as, hell Maka could have contacted Lord Death herself with the use of a mirror. "Just go Soul, don't waste time by just standing there."

"Right, sorry." It was obvious that she intended for him to be a messenger, she was avoiding the use of a mirror on purpose for whatever reason. Pushing his doubt away, the Death Scythe began to leave the large library, heading for the center of the school, also known as the Death Room. He straighten out his clothing as he walked through the hallway completely made of red guillotines that appeared to be stuck at the peak before falling.

The Scythe sighed as he stepped to the center of the room, a few clouds drifted in his way as he approached Death the Kid.

"Hey Lord Death, I got some news you might want to hear." The albino spoke out, watching as the Shinigami turned around and walked away from his mirror.

"What is it, Soul? It's not like you to go and visit me with news." Kid stared at the albino, his golden eyes having the cartoon skulls bordering his pupils. Coupled with his three white lines being complete, which were pleasing to his OCD.

"Maka has been suspicious about a staff member." The albino replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "There might be a Witch with ill intent among us."

Both the men in the room were reminded of the first Witch that had snuck into the DMWA as staff. All the hardships that followed due to one Snake's meddling cost them the lives of many, as well as Kid's own father. "Who is it, and any evidence?"

"Drawcia Ciela, the students we sent for the Witch Hunt reported that the Witch referred to a Drawcia as their boss or leader." The Death Scythe explained, thinking about the teal haired woman. She was bitter most of the time and always scolding most for the smallest things.

"Hmmm, as much as the Academy needs to be cautious about these things, it's still not enough to look into." The Death God turned on his heel and faced the lengthy mirror, reaching his hand to trace the surface with his fingers. A ripple effect starting to blur the image on the mirror. After a flash, the image on the reflection was that of the teal haired woman busy at her desk. "I can't say we can go in and question her, but I'll be keeping her under my watch, thank you for telling me, Soul."

"Anytime, man."

The wolf man smiled widely as he continued to enjoy the book along with a few bites of the young woman's treats. All while the two woman in the room conversed with him. At first he expected to get scolded for his nonstop training, but instead was greeted with warm smiles. Sajin figured that it was to help relax him, it was his break of course, wouldn't be a break if he was being yelling at like a child. For once he felt beloved and cared for, as if he didn't have to care for himself at the moment and could fall back for the moment and let his friends take care of him. Though now that he thought of it like that, he knew he couldn't get used to simple things, the wolf still seek to get stronger.

"Thank you for the wonderful time, Momo, but I must be off." Sajin rose from his position.

"Best be heading to your home and not the forest." Tatsuki added in, her expression being stern and fierce. Had the knowledge of this young girl being able to slaughter thousands of Kishin Eggs not been in the wolf's mind, he would not have been intimidated by her. Though in her sentence, he was surprised that someone wasn't referring to the forest as his home.

"Just go back home and sleep in your bed for the rest of the day, when I wanted you to have a break, I really meant for a day off." The dark haired woman chimed in. The wolf man nodded and made his way towards the door. 'That wasn't bad at all, perhaps I should take a day off for every week and visit her.'

Sajin stared up at the reddening sky as he closed the door behind him, off in the distance the sun was slowly drifting into the horizon while struggling to stay awake. It's yawns being part of the ambient noise of the sunset.

During his little nap on the bed, the fox couldn't help but feel a stirring on his body. More specifically around his ankles, like something was being slipped on.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, refusing to open his eyes and see something he didn't want to see. Roy's ears twitched when he caught wind of a relieved sigh.

"Good, yer awake, I was 'bout to dress yew." The fox sat up and glared at the man in front of him.

"I can dress myself, you perv!" He shouted while rising to his feet, taking the boxers that were wrapped around his ankles and pulling them on under his towel. He cursed under his breath when he realized something. "Can you hand me a knife or something sharp?"

"What, why?" To answer the hick's question, the young fox turned around and revealed the bushy tail that swayed side to side for more emphasis. "Oh... Uh hold up." The fox growled in irritation, already feeling his impatience reach a new level.

"Fuck it, I'll do it myself." Roy reached behind him with his arm, said limb glowed for a brief moment before startling the man from witnessing it become metal and cut through the fabric of the boxer shorts. After a hole was made, the fox slipped his tail in it and smiled. "Better."

"H-How the fuck did yew do that?!" Keith stammered, this confused the fox boy. This man had no problem accepting a the fact that a boy with fox ears and a tail tried to commit suicide by cliff diving and drowning, yet the concept of a weapon shocks him.

"I'll explain later when I have some food in me, I find it difficult to deal with idiots on an empty stomach." He sighed and was handed a pair of jeans for him to modify at the moment. This time stabbing a hole through it before slipping them on. The next article of clothing was a band shirt, though the fox didn't get to listen to music all that often and was confused about the design on it. But at the moment, he chose not to question fashion and pulled it over his head, feeling great that he was no longer nude in a stranger's house. Still in a stranger's house, but at least he wasn't going to be raped... At least he hoped so.

There we go. Also, got bored and thanks to a friend asking, I drew Sajin in this crossover. His clothes look like a combination of Squall Leonhart and Lloyd Reed while having the Gun Blade resting on his shoulder. Badass indeed. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter.