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School Days Chapter Seven: Flying

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The next time Franken walked to Mrs. Wagner's house he wasn't alone. Spirit walked next to him, looking at everything around them. Mary had sent them for more black fabric, and Franken was carring a basket full of eggs, and no matter how many times Spirit asked Franken held them.

But this time, like the last, he was stopped by Wolfgang and his allies.

"Going back to the weird old lady's house," he sneered as he lowered himself to Franken's level.

Spirit growled. He haven’t the slights idea what the boy said, but something to do with the way he made his face look suggested that he was insulting Franken.

So Spirit stepped in front of the smaller boy and glared at the other German boy. "Leave him alone."

Wolfgang raised a doubting eyebrow at Spirit, and looked around the redhead and looked at Franken. "American?"

Franken nodded.

Wolfgang smirked at Spirit, and was about to say something, but Spirit's fist stopped him.
Spirit pushed Wolfgang down on to the ground, and launched another into his face.

Wolfgang’s allies attempted to pull Spirit off of Wolfgang, but a few punches at their faces made them back off.

"American! Let him go!" A hand grabbed his wrist, and Spirit turned around to see Odette pulling his arm away. Spirit started to get up, but Wolfgang snarled something at Odette that made her face go pale and Franken gasp. Around them Wolfgang's lackeys started to laugh.

Spirit's fist broke Wolfgang's nose.

Spirit almost felt guilty for breaking Wolfgang's nose, but the thought of what he could have called the German girl made Spirit's blood run hot with rage. Even so...

Spirit rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "He might need to see a doctor."

Franken grabbed Spirit's sleeve and started to pull him away from Wolfgang, and no one stopped them.

Franken looked at Spirit, who was looking at the ground with an guilty expression. The smaller boy quirked his head, confused.

"So, why did we come this way in the first place?" Spirit asked as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Mutter wants us to get more cloth, so she can make you some more clothes."

Spirit tripped over his own feet for a moment, but righted himself soon enough. "Are your parents always like this?"

"Like what?"

"You know." Spirit shrugged. "So nice."

Franken thought about it for a moment. "Not always. But they really like you."

Spirit looked down again, and the ghost of a smile came to his face.

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Modern cities and horse pulled wagons don't mix well, but somehow Kurt managed to make it work. Mary and Kurt sat in the front while Franken and Spirit sat in the back, both having carry-on bags and larger bags holding clothes. Franken was read a book about the insides of animals and how they worked and Spirit was watching other people watch them with curious expressions. He laughed, soon followed by Kurt.

Inside the airport Kurt bought Franken's ticket while Mary attempted to make Franken sit still, but finally she gave up and Franken ran around looking at stuff and going through peoples' luggage.

"Spirit, what about your ticket?" Kurt asked when he got back.

Spirit smiled. "Sara should be sending over someone with my credit card."

"Sara?"

"Sara McEdy. She's my social worker."

Kurt frowned and Mary crossed her arms. "We might need to talk with Ms. McEdy."

Spirit's expression became worried and he waved his hand out in front of him. "Please, don't. She does her best. Not many people are willing to take in a demon weapon."

Kurt sat down next to Mary. "Why?"

Spirit looked away. "Without being taught many demon weapons can't control themselves. Sometimes they hurt people without meaning too, and people don't like them for that."

Mary looked at Spirit with sympathy. Kurt looked around. "Where's Franken?"

All three of them looked around. "He's over on that moving package thing," Spirit said pointing. Mary let out a low moan and raced over to her son while Kurt laughed. "Does he do these sort of things a lot?"

Kurt nodded. "Franken has a deep curiosity, and when he gets his mind on something most of the time it's hard to get it out. May I ask you a question?"

Spirit looked surprised and suspicious, but he nodded.

"You said the Ms. McEdy would send someone over. Why doesn't she just come herself?"

Spirit looked slightly relieved as he answered. "She has a fear of flying. Most of the time you can't get her within twenty feet of an airport, let alone on a plane. I'm kinda glad that she's not coming, because I have caused her a lot of trouble by coming overseas. She would literally figuratively kill me."

Kurt nodded as he watched his wife carry his son back. Mary set Franken down on Kurt's lap and sat down beside them.

As Kurt put his arm around and Franken leaned into his father's chest Spirit realized that this could be the perfect family picture. Spirit smiled. A family where the son stole his father's medical books, the wife stabbing her husband, and the husband forgot the son at community events.

Sounds like one of those stupid TV drama shows.

"Spirit!"

Spirit became very pale. "Oh my God, I'm going to literally figuratively die." He turned around slowly to see a woman with dark blonde hair and bright green eyes marching over to him. "Sara?"

"I'm going to kill you," she threatened as she got closer. Before Sara could get any closer to Spirit Kurt stepped in front of him and held out his hand.

"Kurt Stein. This is my wife Mary and my son Franken. We've been watching Spirit the last few days."

Sara nodded. "Yes, I've heard. Thank you. I hope he hasn't been too much trouble."

"He was no trouble at all."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really? Not many people say that."

"He hasn't been with the right people then," Kurt said with over honeyed words.

Sara looked down, guilt spread across her face. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a plane ticket. "I already bought you a ticket Spirit."

Spirit pouted for a moment before taking the ticket. "Don't trust me with my own money?"

"Not since you bought fifty waffle makers."

"They were on sale!"

"What would you even do with fifty waffle makers?"

"Make waffles."

Sara looked about ready to strangle Spirit when a voice over the P.A. system told the listens that a plane was boarding.

"That's us," Sara said while her face turned green.

"Really? I couldn't understand a word she said," Spirit squinted down at the ticket.

Mary sighed. "She's right."

They walked over to the door. Sara walked down the hallway shakily, with Spirit walking behind her, stopping to wait for Franken, who was trying to walk with them, but his parents wouldn't let him.

"Don't worry," Spirit said walking back over to the Steins. "I'll watch him."

They smiled at him and let go of Franken, before they both pulled Spirit and Franken into a hug. Spirit's face became a mix of wonder and confusion, while Franken just let his parents hug him.

As Franken and Spirit walked down hallway Spirit took the younger boy's hand and whispered into his ear. "Turn around and wave at your parents."

"Why?"

"Trust me."

Franken turned and waved at his parents, with Spirit following soon after. Franken didn't take his hand from Spirit's.

"Be good!" Kurt yelled after them.

"But not too good!" Mary yelled too. Kurt shook his head and rolled his eyes.
Franken turned and waved again without Spirit telling him too. "Good bye! I'll see you at Christmas!"

After much waving from over protective parents and a son that has never been away from his parents for more than a day and a half Spirit and Franken managed to get on the plane.

"Our sets aren’t next to each other," Spirit said looking at their
tickets. "I'll have to get someone to move or something."

Franken didn't say anything. He was too busy looking around the insides of the large metal bird they were in.

They went to where Franken's seat was, and after a few moments Spirit managed to convince the German man to trade seats with him.

While Franken was looking out the window Spirit managed to put the younger boy's seat belt on before turning to his own.

"What's this?" Franken asked pulling on the leather circling his torso.

"A seatbelt. So you don't go flying all over the place."

Franken looked closer at the seatbelt. "Why would we be flying all over the place? There is the law of gravity."

"How old are you?"

Franken didn't even blink at the sudden change of subject. "Ten."

Spirit froze for a moment and looked away. After a few moments he looked back at the small boy. "You've never been in a plane before?"

Another shake of the head. Spirit smiled, glad that the small boy had been given a window seat.

"Watch the window," Spirit said pointing. "It'll be a lot easier to see than explain."

Franken turned to watch the window as soon as the plane started to move forward. When it came of the ground Franken started to ask questions, many of which Spirit didn't know the answer.

After a half an hour Franken fell asleep, with Spirit feeling insanely jealous. Some people could fall asleep on planes, and Spirit was not one of them.

After five minutes he started to get hungry, and looked down at Franken's carry-on bag. He grabbed it and after searching he found the kishin egg's soul. He looked at it for a few moments, and then licked it slowly. It tasted like one of those overly surgery cherry jawbreakers that adults give out on Halloween.

He popped it into his mouth and started to chew it slowly. It was like chewing on a rubber egg; after you perced the outer chewy part the inside was a little softer, like marshmallow. It was very strange feeling, and Spirit wasn't sure that he liked it. After a few moments he took it out of his mouth and started to tear it apart with his teeth, but after receiving a weird look from a mother he changed his arm into its weapon form and started to cut it up and swallow the smaller pieces whole. The mom gave him an even stranger look.

Spirit sighed through his nose and went back to looking out the window. He briefly noticed that he was full. That seemed to be happening a lot lately.

He started to hum to himself slowly, but quickly picking up speed. After a few moments he was rocking out, banging his head while he hummed and making air gestures and drumming motions, which most people ignored.

After a few minutes he got bored and settled with flirting with one of the attendants until something hit him in the side of his head. Picking it off the ground he saw that it was a book (the attendant used this opportunity to escape the redhead). It was green with gold letters. The Hobbit.

Spirit turned and saw Sara looking at him. She drug her thumb across her neck and then barfed in a small bag.

Spirit shook his head and started to read his favorite book of all time.

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Franken put his seatbelt on while Spirit tried to tell him about the horseless carriage. He was sitting in the front with Sara. The moment Spirit saw the automobile he raced to it and pulled out a small box of small rectangles and put one of them into a slot in front of him.

Very loud and fast music came out, to which Spirit started to sing. Sara turned it down with a small glare towards Spirit. "So, any idea where this place is?"

Spirit looked at the road map in his hands. "There's only one road in and out. And it's in the middle of Death Valley."

Sara nodded a bit and started to drive another way. Behind them Franken started to sleep again.

"That looks rather nice. Maybe you should drive for a while," she said nodding at Franken.

"I'm fourteen."

"You can drive a car, and you've been able to since you were twelve."

"You're already in enough trouble. You shouldn't let me drive. By the way, we're going the wrong way."

Sara sighed and did a U-turn. Spirit grabbed a handle above the door and Franken woke up. Sara flashed the middle finger to a few people who were honking at them. "Crazy drivers," she muttered.

Spirit started laughing, with Franken giggling creepily in the back seat.

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"We're here," Sara sighed as she saw the city, which was like an island in the middle of the sand.

"Thank god," Spirit muttered.

Sara glared at him and looked back at the city. "Freaky..."

Franken's head appeared between the two seats. He looked at the strange city, trying to take in as much of it as he could. "Strange..."

Spirit smiled. Another thing that was happing a lot. "It's great."

The other two looked at him.
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"God, no parking," Sara muttered. Beside her Spirit snickered, and she felt like hitting him.

After they finally found a spot the set off towards the school, leaving the luggage in the car. When they got inside the grand school they saw a sigh that said "First Years Here". There they met a woman who gave them each a piece of paper, and told them when they were done they would give them back to her.

"Hey! This school has pseudonyms."

Sara looked over Spirit's shoulder with a frown. "What's a pseudonym?"

"It's where the school lets the students legally."

"I thought you like your name."

"I do. I just hate my middle and last name. Maybe I can change it."

Sara turned to Franken. "What about you? Franken Stein is a pretty horrible name."

"I like Franken Stein. Maybe I'll drop my middle name, though."

"What's your middle name?"

"Mart."

Spirit covered his snort with two hands, but Sara didn't try to cover her laughter. "Mart?"

"It's Mary and Kurt mixed together."

Sara was still laughing as Spirit and Franken finished their paperwork. As they gave the papers back to the lady she pointed to a door.

"You'll need a physical examination, then you'll have your pictures taken. After that you'll be shown around the school."

"Physical exam," Spirit whispered hurriedly. His eyes were wide and he was pale.
Sara put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. It'll be alright." She looked away and bit her lip.

When they got to the dispensary Spirit's hands were shaking. "Spirit, calm down," Sara whispered into his ear.

Spirit nodded, but it came out a jerky motion. Franken watched Spirit struggle to stop shaking when his name was called. He walked into the dispensary and sat down.

The nurse came in and stared at him. It was the demon staff who had come to Germany. His hair was copper and his eyes were light purple. He spoke with a stutter.

"I-I-I'll need you t-t-to t-t-take o-off your c-clothes."

Franken stripped down to his underwear and watched the stutterer with careful eyes. After testing everything from his joints to his eyes he told him to dress again and sent him out.

Spirit started shaking harder when Franken came out. He tried to stand up, but his legs were shaking to much. Terror clutched his heart in a vice. He couldn't breathe.

"S-S-Spirit?"

"Spirit has an anxiety disorder. It might not be safe, seeing as he's new at the whole demon weapon thing."

The nurse thought about it for a few moments, than nodded. Sara turned away from the dispensary, pulling Spirit behind her. Franken followed them, smiling as he tucked a syringe into his pocket.

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When they got to the lunch room it was filled with new students. Girls messed with their make-up and hair while guys pushed and shoved trying to stand next to the prettiest girls.
Spirit smiled when he heard flimsy and cliché pick-up lines. "Amateurs," he muttered.

Sara smiled at him. "Why don't you show them how the master does it?"

"This isn't even my first day of school. I don't need people hating me already."

"Sure."

Spirit rolled his eyes and looked away, then looked around quickly. "Where'd Franken go?"
Sara looked around and swore.

"You lost one too?"

They both turned around to see a man with two twin girls next to him. "I've lost my middle oldest," he said smiling.

Sara raised an eyebrow. "Then why aren’t you looking for her?"

"Marie gets lost all the time. I'm Mark Mjölnir, and these are my daughters Margaret, the oldest of my set of triplets, and Melissa, my youngest." All three had brown hair and brown eyes, and it was easy to see why they were related. Margaret held a twelve inch doll with red hair and a purple dress in her hands, while Melissa held a blonde with two braids that came back up to her head in loops.

"Mjölnir, huh? That's quite a last name."

Mark nodded happily. "I here that a lot. By the way, was that redhead kid your son?"

"No, I'm his social worker. His parents died four years ago, when he was about ten."

Mark's face instantly became sad. "What a coincidence. My wife passed away two years ago, when my daughters were ten."

Sara blinked. "I am so sorry. I didn't-"

"It's quite alright."

There was an awkward silence when Sara turned to where Spirit should have been. "Spirit, why don't-. Where the hell did he go?"

"Do you really think that it's appropriate to swear around all these children?"

Sara just looked at him.

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Outside a girl with blonde hair started to cry as it began to rain. "I'm lost again. But I shouldn't worry, Daddy will find me." Overhead lighting flashed.

"Hey, you okay?"

Marie turned around to see a boy not much older than her come up behind her. He looked around for a moment before ripping off his shirt and placing it on her shoulders. "You a first year?"

She nodded, to amazed to talk.

He opened his blue eyes for a moment, looking at her chest, and then closed them again. "Here, I'll show you to the school." He started to walk away.

Marie ran up behind him. "My name's Marie. What's yours?"

"Joe Buttataki. Second year, under Vick's supervision."

"'Vick'?"

"Victoria Cornwell. You see the teachers that teach the EAT class pick certain students to be in their group, and when a student says that their under a certain teachers supervishion it's that teacher that puts up with that student, decides whether or not they should go on certain missions, and their training and stuff like that. Vick only had a small group of students."

"Why?"

"She only picks the people she deems as special, and she has high standers when it comes to the students. She only picked two out of my year."

"What about this year?

Joe shrugged. "We'll find out tomorrow."

Suddenly right in front of him a boy wearing white knee length short and a long sleeve shirt, both with stiches landed, as though someone had thrown him. An empty syringe was in his hand.

Marie raced over to him. "Are you alright?"

He looked around for a moment then settled on Marie. "Are you missing your eye? Can I see your socket?" He reached for her face while smiling.

"Franken!"

A redhead picked up the little boy and put him over his shoulder. "Sorry about that."

Spirit looked at the blonde girl. She had an eye patch on her left, with the same lightning bolt and circle on the front of her black turtle neck sweater. She had a yellow A-line skirt with a black diagonal zig-zag that went across her skirt. Her tights were black and yellow horizontal zig-zag pattern. Her shoes were black flats with black ribbon bows on them.

"What's wrong with him?" she asked innocently.

"Franken's special," Spirit said a bit forcefully. "I've been looking forever for you. Where have you been?"

"I found a big kitty," he snickered.

"Big kitty?"

There was a growling behind them. A very large black cat or a small black panther looked at them. Well it looked like a black panther, but poofier. Either way the cat looked like it could swallow Franken whole.

"Franken, what did you do?"

He just smiled.

"Persephone!"

A girl appeared behind the large cat. She had a black Mohawk with acid green ends. Her make-up was all black, and her eyeliner had a Egyptian look to it. Her pants were black leather, as was her jacket. She was wearing a belt that looked like it was made of barbed wire. The same barbed wire was imbedded into the right arm of her jacket. There were many different types of cameras around her neck, everything from digital to underwater. Her grey cat like eyes became brighter when she spotted Spirit.

"Why, if it isn't Freckles. He your charge?" she asked nodding at Franken.

"He's my meister. And I don't have freckles."

She smiled. "Yes you do. I didn't know you were a demon weapon."

"And I didn't know you would be here. This doesn't seemed to be your thing, Raven Tail."

"I had a choice: back to my parents' house, juvenile hall, or coming here. Not much of a choice, but I chose the lesser of three evils. And my names Hecate now."

"Well, that suits you."

"Doesn't it?"

Joe came up behind them. "You two know each other?"

"Yep. Me and Freckles go way back."

"And how old are you?"

"Twelve."

Joe, Marie, and Franken all looked surprised. Hecate looked older. "So you’re a first year?"

"Yep, and now if you excuse me I have to talk to Shorta about trying to drug my familiar." she grabbed Spirit's shoulder and spun him around so she could look Franken in the face. "You try to drug my cat again I'll let her eat you, you got me Shorta?"

"My name's Franken."

Spirit rolled his eyes. "Hecate likes to nickname people."

"Oh. Okay."

Hecate walked towards the school. "Well, we first years have pictures to be taken. Let's go! I hate wearing all this make-up."
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Okay, orgionaly this was going to be longer, but I decited to cut it in half. I don't own Soul Eater and please tell me how you like it. I also don't own the American Girl dolls.
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Um, I've been trying to be patient and give you time to update but... I just have to ask now.

AREYOUGOINGTOUPDATESOON?! It's been so long, I'm scared you've lost interest in it! Please say that you haven't. I've waited for over a month to read the next one!