In retrospect, maybe encouraging her rambunctious group of friends to go to a haunted house on Halloween may not have been the best idea she's ever had, but Takenouchi Sora refused to admit defeat. The past week had been stressful, filled with exams, sports tournaments, and holiday festivities. The group was due for some relaxation.

As Sora watched Daisuke and Iori competitively inhale their second yakitori, she felt more like a mother hen tending to her chicks than a high schooler. "Hey, guys!" she called, attempting to gather the attention of at least two of their collective braincells. Any response she might have received would have been lost in the throngs of people that crowded the waterfront. Festival tents lined the shore, the smells of fried food and pumpkin spice wafted through the air.

Each second of silence only added to her annoyance. She had worked endlessly for days to plan this get together, and it seemed that no one was taking it seriously. "Did you need something, Sora-san?" A small squeak escaped her throat as her body whipped around in surprise. The skirt of her devil costume swayed around her hips as she tried to regain control of her breathing.

"Oh, it's you, Jyou-senpai." She managed, heart pounding in her chest. A Bakemon costume (hand crafted by Mimi) hung off his thin frame, casting grueling shadows across his cheekbones. The sight reminded her of their first encounter with the ghost-like creatures, all wrapped up and ready for a sacrifice.

Instead of responding, the gentleman in question smiled a toothless grin. The soft glow of the fairy lights illuminated dark blue eyes as they scanned the crowd for his friends. "You know, everyone looks like they're having fun."

From their position on the outskirts of the festival grounds, Sora could make out Mimi's hair as the girl mercilessly teased Koushiro. Her cat costume left little to the imagination, and Koushiro's pink cheeks contrasted against his blue wizard robes.

Sora's tension eased when her eyes landed on a blonde vampire and his mummified friend chatting amiably next to a noodle cart, toothy grins gleaming under the lights. It always soothed her worries when those two boys managed to get along. Their siblings, ever the rowdy pair, competed head-to-head in a heated battle for dominance: dart throwing. At stake? A month supply of strawberry ice cream for the girl in the Wizardmon-inspired ensemble and a kiss on the cheek for a smaller, blonder vampire. Sora laughed lightly as Takeru's last swing wedged itself in the bullseye and Hikari's eyes widened in disbelief.

Even if it wasn't Miyako's slightly off-key voice that filtered through the karaoke speakers, she would have been easy enough to find in her full Sailor Moon cosplay. Ken had managed to slip away and join Iori and Daisuke in their quest to consume any meat that was wedged onto a stick. They looked darling, Sora decided, dressed as Alvin, Simon, and Theodore.

"I guess. I just wanted everyone to go to the haunted house together. What's the point of planning this get together if we all aren't, you know, getting together?" Punctuating question with a sigh, her shoulders slumped forward. "But," she continued, "they all look happy enough, so it's okay."

Jyou opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. Sora's hands fiddled with the plastic horns nestled in her hair. Her eyes flicked towards her navy-haired friend as he cleared his throat nervously. "Well, just because they won't go doesn't mean we can't."

Her rejection died in her throat when her eyes settled on his hidden smile and flushed cheeks. "Jyou-senpai, you don't have to sacrifice your night to entertain me. I'll be fine. Besides, I think Koushiro-san might spontaneously combust if Mimi-chan tries to feed him again."

In an uncharacteristic act of boldness, his slender fingers wrapped themselves around her wrist. "C'mon," he said, turning his neck to meet her eyes, "You need to live a little." Sora allowed him to tug her down the boardwalk and towards the old courthouse. If the twisted, bloody smiles of the clowns weren't enough to double the young girl's heart rate, the shrill, primal screams spilling out into the October air were.

If the twitch of Jyou's hand on her wrist was any indication, he was becoming apprehensive as well. His smile never wavered, nor did his grip on her. Before Sora could decide whether or not to kindly remove his fingers, the pair were shoved in a group of Love Live! Idols and various farm animals. "Welcome to the House of Terror!" gritted the clown from before, his pungent odor testing the limits of the young girl's gag reflex. His mouth opened once more, but whatever advice he was about to give them was drowned out by the screeching of the entrance erupting wildly on its hinges.

"Right this way, my pretties." an old woman crooned from the building, voice reminiscent of branches scratching against a window. Sora shivered, but allowed Jyou and some stranger dressed as a rooster to push her along.

Her tension eased once the group left the corrupt clown outside. The hallway they entered was eerie, a black light illuminating the fabric of Jyou's costume. One of the school idols screamed as an arm reached out from behind a blood-splattered curtain to caress her. Sora pressed herself closer to her companion. Wordlessly, his fingers reached down to grab her own, giving her palm what Sora assumed was supposed to be a reassuring squeeze. If his hands hadn't of been so sweaty, she might have been comforted.

The black sheets opened into a large room filled to the brim with children. Dismembered baby dolls littered the ground, limbs hanging from the rafters above. The Chosen of Love smoothed down her pleated skirt, eyes avoiding the creature in the corner. A young girl, no older that thirteen, sat alone on the far side of the room. Dressed in a simple white gown, the child chanting something, but her voice was so low and haunting that Sora couldn't make it out. Water dripped from her dark hair, and her lips were painted sea-sickening blue.

A couple dressed as cows made a run for the door on the other end of the room, utters quaking in fear. Their hooves slipped on a severed baby arm, and their spots went flying. Jyou tensed, the crunch he heard after the fall not boding well with his first-aid training. Sora looked around helplessly as the pair of utters still hadn't gotten back up. 'Oh, gods.' she thought, stomach anxiously twisting itself into knots.

The group's guide had suddenly disappeared.

"D-Did you just make that noise?" Jyou whispered into her ear. For a second, the red-haired girl had to convince herself that the shiver she felt was a result from the chilly atmosphere, and not the fact that his lips had been that close to her skin.

In all honesty, her heart had been pounding too loudly for her to hear much of anything, but with one look at the soulless girl in the corner, she turned towards Jyou. "No, but let's get out of here!"

Jumping over the up-turned cows and various idols, the pair ran towards the rickety door. Apparently, the staff on the other side had no idea they were expecting the next group of people to terrorize, as the bloody nurses and doctors still engaged in an intense lip lock.

"G- Gomen'nasai." Jyou stuttered, a flush reaching his hair line. His little devil companion felt as uncomfortable as he looked. "Um," the polyester doctor called out, "this room is occupied." Sora made haste to drag her and Jyou away from the hormonal teenagers before he could give them The Talk. He attempted the same thing with the younger kids a few months prior, and nearly cried when they were the ones to correct him.

Red light filtered through the hazy hospital room, but Sora recognized an exit when she saw one. "This way, Jyou-senpai!" she yelled, tugging his arm behind her.

The pair burst into the warm October night, panting and sweating. It took several minutes for the pair to catch their breaths and ever longer to notice their mischievous friends staring at them.

Takeru's laughter startled Sora, her hand flying up as if to hold her heart in her chest. As her orange eyes rose to meet mahogany, she found herself temporarily blinded by the flash of a camera. "Hmm," Hikari mused, "this one may be cute enough to develop."

"That's not the only thing that's developing." the younger, annoying, traitorous vampire giggled out. His basketball reflexes proved useful as he dodged an attack from the little devil, pulling an amused Wizardmon behind him. "See you love birds later!" he called out cheekily, admiring his own pun.

"Get back here, you guys!"

Jyou laughed quietly beside her, the hood of his costume bunching around his shoulders. "Ah, just let them have their fun. Besides, I'm pretty sure that sound I heard was the growl of your stomach."

Fingers still intertwined; Sora allowed her senpai to tug her towards the tents of food. On the way down, her eye caught Mimi's. In a strange way, the well-placed wink and sly smile on her friend's face seemed to be a cue of sorts., and Sora tightened her grip on Jyou's hand.

"Hey, Jyou-san, how do you feel about splitting some ujikintoki?"