A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please, review it so that I know what I can improve. Also, if there's a question you want me to ask Dustfinger, please tell me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Dustfinger (I wish I did!) or Silvertounge aka the Bluejay. However, I do own myself (hopefully!).

Today's question is: What was it like being dead?

Day One:

Okay, I am (stupidly) going to ask Dustfinger what it was like being dead. Pray for me, please!

Me: Hey Dustfinger, I had a quick question.

Dusty: Okay.

Me (casually): Um….what was it like being dead?

Dusty: WHAT?

Me: I said what was-

Dusty: I know what you said, I was just wondering if I had heard you right.

Me: Okay, so what was it like?

Dusty: Are you seriously asking me that?

Me: Yes.

Dusty: You're really that stupid?

Me: Apparently.

Dusty (frustrated): Why would you ask someone that?

Me: Because I want to know the answer.

Dusty: Stop doing that!

Me: Doing what?

Dusty: Being sassy with me.

Me: I AM NOT!

Dusty: Yes, you are, like it or not.

Me: So, I ask you again, what was it like dead?

Dusty (looks at the sky): Some people never learn, do they?

Me: Is that supposed to be an answer?

Dusty: NO. Ahhhh, so you REALLY want to know what it was like for me when I was dead?

Me: Yes.

Dusty: You have the audacity to ask me that question?

Me: Apparently, yes.

Dusty: YOU KNOW WHAT, if you don't stop doing that I will never answer your question.

Me: What. Am. I. Doing?

Dusty: Giving me all these cheeky answers like "yes" "no" or "apparently"

Me: That is not being cheeky. I'm just giving you straight answers to your questions.

Dusty: Well, why don't you always do that then?

Me: Because it boring giving straight answers the whole time.

Dusty: See? You're probably just doing it to annoy me, aren't you?

Me (looks at her feet): Um….No…Why would I want to annoy you, the Great Fire-Dancer?

Dusty: Really Radha? Really? You really think I'm going to buy that. I wasn't born yesterday, you know.

Me: I know you weren't born yesterday, and I didn't really expect you to buy it.

Dusty: Well then, out with the truth!

Me: Okay, okay, I was trying to be a bit annoying. But-

Dusty: As if your question wasn't annoying enough.

Me: Yeah, so can you please stop stalling? Just answer the question!

Dusty: Stalling? And Me? I'm not stalling. I was simply making sure you knew what you were getting into. I was trying to give you a second chance.

Me: No, I'm perfectly serious.

Dusty: Well then, don't say I didn't warn you, when you're being roasted.

Me: What?

Dusty: The second part of that is purely fictional Radha (thinks "or not!).

Me: Okay.

Dusty: Being dead was just….feeling empty, playing with fire for the White Women, and just being still. There, I answered your question. Happy now?

Me: You call THAT an answer? That was nothing, I tell you, NOTHING!

Dusty (brimming with suppressed anger): You know, I think you should be quiet now.

Me: And WHY SHOULD I?

Dusty (in a warning tone, with gritted teeth): Because If you don't, there might be a violent occurrence involving you and fire.

Me: Oh, now you're threatening me, are you? Just like Basta threatened little girls. You scolded him then, but you're no better than he is.

Dusty (sparks are flying): How dare you compare me to Basta? YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!

Me: I'm not scared of you! Why? Because I know, you would never kill anyone in the first place! It's something I admire about you, but you're really starting to get on my bad side now, Dustfinger.

Dusty: YOU THINK I CARE WHETHER I'M ON YOUR BAD SIDE OR NOT? Really, I'm warning you. Stop talking now if you know what's good for you.

Me (really scared now, but acting brave): I'm not going to stop talking. If it ends up being brown belt against fire-eater, let that happen.

Dusty (really, really angry): WELL NOW YOU ASKED FOR IT! (Starts whispering fire-words to throw at me but stops when someone barges open the door)

The someone: Dustfinger, what are you doing?

Dusty: SILVERTOUNGE, DON'T EVEN TRY TO CALM ME DOWN! THIS GIRL ASKED FOR IT!

Silvertounge (looks at me, and then at Dustfinger, then speaks gently): Child, what did you do that made him so angry?

Me (awestruck): Are-are you the-the-the Bluejay?

Silvertounge: Yes, I am, though it's been a long time since I used that name. So, what did you do?

Me (sheepishly): I…..uh….I…..uh-

Dusty (still angry): SHE ASKED ME WHAT IT WAS LIKE BEING DEAD!

Silvertounge (understands the situation): Child,- wait, what's your name?

Dusty: Her thrice-accursed name is Radha!

Me: Who are you calling thrice accursed? You-

Silvertounge (interrupting): Though I don't know if Dustfinger dealt with it the right way—

Dusty: SILVERTOUNGE! LET ME HANDLE THIS!

Silvertounge:—you, Radha, shouldn't have acted like that.

Me: Ok, Bluejay. But how did you know something was wrong in the first place?

Silvertounge: First, because we have a special internal bond. Second, because the sounds of the two of you could be heard a mile away. Third-

Dusty: BLUEJAY, LEAVE ME ALONE! JUST LEAVE! I CAN HANDLE THIS.

Silvertounge: I'll leave…..if you promise not to kill or harm this girl in any way.

Dusty (grudgingly): Fine, fine, I will. I promise. (after the Bluejay leaves) You were lucky this time, Radha. Don't do that EVER AGAIN!

Me: I'm really, really sorry. I promise I will never do that again in my life. Word of Honor!

Dusty and Me: sigh, well at least that's over. See you guys tomorrow!