"Ha ha you're a comic genius." Edward says and begins to spin the knife in his hand. "So," He said, "if the house is known to kill people and you own, doesn't that make you a killer."

Yami shrugs. "Why would you ask, I 'hate' the sight blood..." He says sarcastically. He grabs his sword, just in case of any funny business. "I don't like being threatened... But I'm not cruel, not now at least..."

Edward began to feel suspicious. He lit a cigar and continued to twirl the knife. "It was just a question." He said in an annoyed tone. The mental instability was beginning to attack his brain.

"I know this, but some questions lead to theory, and those theories lead to action." He says. "I also know why you've come, too. Like everyone else has for the past 8 years. To kill me. Be honest, It won't hurt my feelings- oh wait- I don't have any!!!" He laughs even harder.

Edwards one eye turns red. He begins to laugh as well.

Yami notices the red eye. His wings spread and disappears, leaving a spot of fire. He's in the library, reading.

Edward smiles. "Well," He said, smirking, "where did he go." The crucifix on Edward's neck transformed into a pentagram.

Yami looks through tons of books for the answer. "Nothing....." He mutters. He teleports to his room on his bed, going to sleep.

Edward pulls out a gasoline can. "Difference is." He said. "I come with a plan." He smashes the gasoline can and throws his cigar into the gas. Igniting it like wildfire.

Yami wakes to the smell of smoke. He lays there, waiting for Edward to think he's dead. "Thinking, you should try it some time," he repeats, then smirks.

Both of Edward's eyes were now red as the pentagram ignited. He cocked his pistol and began to twirl the knife. He also began to whistle.

There's fire all around Yami, so coats himself in dark magic, but looks like he burning alive. In the fire, all he appears to be is bones, but then turns the fire black and useless. He uncoats himself, making him look normal again.

Edward examines the fires change. "Looks like we got a fighter." He hissed.

"I dunno, would you consider yourself if everyone out there is trying to kill you and your life was a living hell?" He says, then sighs. 'But I guess you have a reason due to the fact I'm part demon." He says.

"Heh, you got no idea." Said Edward. He slowly evaporated into both walls in the hallway.