A/N: Okay, I'm sorry to say that this is the second to last chapter of Nights. I know, I know, you guys are probably thinking "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" or something like that. And I totally deserve it, so go ahead and yell. But there is a silver lining; I am working on a high school fic where everyone is human, even Lord Death. I need ideas on what DWMA should stand for, and what should Lord Death be like?

Enjoy the last few chapters… Bye.

Chapter 5: Patti takes over?

"Soul, here's the translation; Go outside in a bikini and flaunt it, saying 'Giraffes are gods'. Got that?"

"Not cool, Patti, not cool…" Patti kept jumping around, screaming "PINK! PINK!" "Oh, and Soul? The bikini has to be hot pink."

"Oh my Death, I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Black*Star, kill me now, so I don't have to suffer later! Please!"

5 minutes later…

"I'm dead."

Soul stood outside, dressed in a pink bikini. It had little giraffes on it, and was rather loose, considering it was Patti's (heh heh).

Liz, Patti, and everyone else stood on Kid's patio, staring at Soul, laughing their heads off. "Go on, Soul, you can do it!" Patti shouted, "tell the giraffes they're gods!"

Soul took a deep breath, lifted his head to the sky, and screamed, "GIRAFFES ARE GODS!"

"Thank Death that's over…" Maka looked up. "Hey, what's that?"

The sky had rent open, showing a massive floating African savannah. From it descended a large, winged, blue giraffe. "Yes, we are. Now shut up and take that thing off. It's a disgrace to giraffes everywhe—"

At this point, the giraffe began choking, due to the fact that Patti had wrapped herself around its throat and was screaming "BIG BLUE GIRAFFE! BIG BLUE GIRAFFE! BIG BLUE GIRAFFE!"

"Patti!" Kid shrieked. "Get off that thing!"

The giraffe seemed miffed. "That 'thing' happens to have feelings, you know…"

"Sorry, Mr. Big-blue-flying-talking-magic-giraffe-thingy…"

10 minutes later…

"Patti," Soul began, "I really hate you now. You humiliated me in front of a giant blue giraffe and lots of drivers. Not cool, but it's my turn to ask now, so things should be getting better." Soul looked around, examining each of his friends in turn. "Liz. Truth or dare?"

The older half of the Brooklyn Devils sighed. "Dare."

Soul gave a toothy smirk/grin/thing. "Payback time. I dare you to make out with Kid for eight minutes."

Liz glared at Soul. Any other person would have withered under it, but Soul stayed cool.

"Don't even go there Soul."

"Why not, Liz? Scared of a little dare?"

This seemed to rile Liz up to the point where she turned red (or perhaps she was just blushing at the thought of kissing Kid). She grabbed Kid's hand and dragged him off to the same closet Black*Star had dragged her to. "Liz, what are you doing? Liz? Confound it! Liz, I order you to put me down!" Liz ignored him.

8 minutes later…

The pair fell out of the closet, looking absolutely blithe. Both had a look on their face that said, "I'm the happiest person in the world right now!"

"Heh, looks like it was fun after all, eh Liz?" Soul smirked. Liz shot him a look that said, "You may have won, but I got the most out of it". The pair stumbled over to the circle of friends. Black*Star seemed to be sober again, and had his arm around Tsubaki, who was blushing. Liz was confused. "What's going on? Since when is Black*Star sober?" Maka spoke up first. "Well, it turns out that—"

Patti interrupted. "BLUE-BOY AND BAKI ARE DATING!"

Silence from Liz and Kid. Kid was shocked. "B-b-b-but Black*Star, she's not symmetrical!"

"WHO CARES? YOUR GOD CERTAINLY DOESN'T! SHE IS MY GODDESS, AND YOUR'S AS WELL! RESPECT HER!" Black*Star bellowed. "MAKA-CHOP!" Maka screamed, slamming a history of Death City the size of a PC onto Black*Star's skull. "Now, Liz, it's your turn to ask someone."

Liz snuck a peek at Soul, who kept glancing at Maka out of the corner of his eye. "Soul," she purred, in a Blair-like fashion, "truth or dare?"

"Dare," the scythe replied. "I dare you to kiss Blair."

Blair was exuberant. "YAAAAY! SCYTHIE-BOY! COME HERE!" "Oh, dear sweet Death, let me live…" Soul cringed away from Blair as she leapt at him.

He had to go to the hospital; he had almost died of blood loss.

A/N: Good ending, neh? There's only going to be one more chapter, then a special edition chapter where the characters give their thanks to the people who suggested things. Also, should the next chapter be Truth or Dare, everyone visiting Soul in the hospital, or an epilogue? One last note: the special edition chapter will take place in the Black Room, and will be done in script format. Please review, and help me with my high school fic! Thanks.