A/N: Yeah... so there's this thing called a life. I magically got one, so I wasn't able to write for a long time. Here's a little bit more, it's not much but it'll do, I guess.

Aya woke up and shuffled into her kitchen in a half-zombie state. As she prepared her breakfast, a simple bowl of cereal, a post-it note dropped off the fridge. "I must say, you are a gullible little lass. But very peaceful looking when you sleep. Don't get too caught up in the other affairs of your life. That man you were with last night..." Aya bit her lip and tore up the note. She finished making her breakfast, and tried not to think about the guy who was haunting her. She did fairly well, until she was washing out her bowl.

"I think now is a good time." A voice said behind her. Aya jumped and set the bowl and spoon clattering in the sink.

"Would it kill you to at least give me a little warning? If you keeping popping in on me like this, I'll have a heart attack eventually!"

"Only the first time would give you a heart attack, and, as far as I'm concerned, you did not. You'll get used to it eventually. It's not that big of a deal." He replied coolly.

Aya turned and glared, "Whatever. What do you want? I can't waste time dealing with your attitude.

"Go, put on something..." He paused to look at what Aya was wearing, "Sensible." He added with a tone of disgust. "You need to see something."

Aya gave an ice-cold glare and went off to do as he said. All the time wondering what she was going to be doing. A knot of nerves began to form. She really didn't trust him, not yet.

"Alright, where do you want to take me? What am I supposed to see?" She asked after she got ready.

"Oh, you'll see. Just follow me." He replied and started out the door.

With a slight sigh, Aya complied. She closed the door behind her and followed this strange man. She kept her eyes on the ghostly man in front of her, following in a trance. There was only a slight recognition of the path, even though it was used nearly everyday. Out of nowhere, she felt hands grab her shoulders. Frightened, Ay froze. She could practically feel the hands go through her. They felt frantic, touching everything. They were searching for something, she could tell. The hands grasped onto her throat. With satisfaction, they squeezed.

Aya let out a gasp as her own hands flew to clutch her throat. She scanned the crowd, trying to find someone who would help. Her "friend" was starting to get smaller. "Help" she cried weakly. Giving up, Aya closed her eyes.

It seemed like an eternity before she felt the hands loosen. Before she could even register her new found ability to breathe, another hand roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled her. Aya fluttered open her eyes. "Explain what the heck that was. What happened?" Aya demanded.

Cold blue eyes stared back at her. "You should be grateful. You would have died and no one would have noticed. They would never be able to find your body. It would be like you just disappeared. Now, we wouldn't want that, right?" He added the lst part sweetly, contrasting his bitter tone.