:Hello! I have a lot of inspiration for this story oddly enough. I know not many people will read this, but I want to finish it for both myself and the few others. So, I hope you enjoy this next one. I'm not good at first person, but oh well. Please enjoy!:

Two years...How many days did that make? I thought for a moment, deciding to do some common math as I waited outside a large building for Kitty. Ever since the incident two years ago, the girl had moved up in the world (Although she and I both did not want this to happen – I was too worried about her possibly becoming corrupted – I obviously hadn't the need to though, she wouldn't ever become like a magician.) and had taken Nathaniel's role in the world. She was fairly inexperienced, however she held herself firm and went about the job with ease.

The only thing she required in return for doing this was one simple thing;

Allow her to reform laws based around spirits.

It was a gesture I admired completely, but I worried that the government would soon turn on her, as they most of the time did. To my surprise, I didn't need to worry yet again. She was treated with high respect due to the fact she had been on close terms with Nathaniel and they listened to her with admiration.

I had to be a tad bit proud, I suppose.

She mostly took on tasks by her own self though, only summoning me for my opinion or if I would accompany her on a job that she feared that she would require back up with. She had earned a nice little badge of approval from all beings such as myself, she's a kind mistress. One that many of us enjoy to help out whenever we please.

Seven hundred and thirty days, I calculated. (Seven hundred and thirty one days, if you want to be all touchy with decimals and such) I allowed myself to sigh, staring down at my form and grimacing at a small urge of pain in my chest.

My form was that of Ptolemy's as usual...

But I had placed him in clothing that would resemble my previous master.

His clothes didn't really fit Ptolemy (Egyptian wear and the like suited him far better), but I found the need to dress him as such. I couldn't exactly take the form of Natty boy.

He had not been dead long enough for me to.

I shouldn't have cared the idiot had gone and blown himself up, really I should be dancing on his grave and cheering with joy, perhaps even juggling if I put my mind to it. What replaced the happiness I should be feeling, instead, was a strong pang of sorrow. I was upset that he was gone. I hadn't wanted him dead, although I should have.

He just had to go and do the heroic childish move, sacrificing himself for his country and what not. He left Kitty and I here feeling miserable, and leaving us to deal with politics. Completely outrageous this was!

I grimaced at my thoughts, turning my head to the door as I watched Kitty come back out. She hadn't truly changed much in ways of appearances, she just looked more tired most of the time. (Not good enough for you? Alright...Her hair was still cut short in a boyish fashion, she held a slimmer, more mature frame, and her dark eyes now held more bags under them. Her skin had also become a tad paler as well. She did not look terrible though. Much more healthy than Nat to say the least, kid was skin and bones before he exploded).

She tugged at the bottom of her jacket, straightening it for a moment before grumbling to herself. She did not seem too pleased at this time.

"Something up?" I questioned, my arms crossed and my form leaning against brick.

She reached into her pocket, coming back out of it with a couple of folded papers in her grip. She opened one of them, handing it over to me.

I glanced over them quickly. (Now, here I would provide you poor saps with the knowledge of what was written on these papers, but it was full of so much formal language, pity, and fake concern that I saw no need to recite it to you. Thank me later.)

"So, something is going around killing kids?" I rose an eyebrow. This was nothing new, this happened everywhere. Certainly this wasn't something Kitty and I would be involved in.

The girl snatched the paper back and shook her head; "No, not just that." She informed me. "Apparently it's a high level form of spirit that is going from place to place, kidnapping young males and killing them after a decent amount of time." She looked up at the sky for a brief second. "The average amount of time after the kidnapping being roughly six months to a year."

"So frightening." I mockingly spoke.

"Yes, very." She rolled her eyes. "We're to research into this and attempt to dispose of it."

Usually we didn't deal with murdering and such, however I suppose that this was more exciting than what we usually did. (Robbing and things like that – much like what Kitty used to be involved in.)

"Did they give us anywhere to start, maybe?" I lifted myself from the wall, peering down at the papers she had been beginning to unfold.

"So far, we have one place to go." She announced, staring down at the parchment. "Egypt."

I gaped at her for a brief moment, before composing myself and blinking in complete dumbfoundary. Egypt? I hadn't been there in hundreds of years! Why in hell's name did we have to go to there?!

"Before you ask;" She smiled at me, already knowing my thoughts. It was creepy on how alike we were... "Rumor has it that if this target moves from Egypt, it shall come here next."

"I don't see why." I commented. "Not many people here are worthy enough to kill."

"Was that a compliment?" Kitty let out a chuckle, to this I shrugged and shot a playful glance at her.

"Dunno, I think I can find a reason to kill you." I would never do this, mind you. The girl meant far too much to me.

She shook her head at me, shoving her papers back into her pockets and gesturing for me to follow. I did so happily.

"I have to go get ready to pack." She mumbled, the playful mood now dissipated. "We leave tomorrow morning, so until we arrive there; You are dismissed."

So soon? I had to wonder, odd being that. But better to get this over with quickly. I allowed myself to be dismissed back to the other place for the time being.

()()()()()()()()()()

Last time I was in Egypt? I honestly couldn't tell you. Unless I enjoyed my stay there or something amusing happened, I wouldn't remember. I did recall plenty of times I had been there, I just could not put together how long ago some of them were.

I let myself relax in the other place, happy for these few moments of rest. (or days, time runs a bit differently here as you could imagine. A few seconds to me could be a month to you mortals. Fun, isn't it? And here you prats wonder why we spirits get angsty when we're called back even after a year or two.)

It wasn't like Kitty worked me to the bone, or that it bothered me to be summoned by her. No, no. Like I had mentioned previously, I very much enjoyed my time being with her. Although, being around her would never be as interesting as I would have liked it to be.

She was much like myself. Charming, intelligent, awesome in every detail (Excluding her being a mortal, that was a crucial problem). Even so, this never made anything truly exciting.

I admit, I would complain about masters or mistress' that were stuck up or simply idiotic in their own, mundane kind of way.

But I loved to toy with their minds.

So fun to tease and pick at, with Kitty I simply couldn't do that. She would throw stuff back at me, and though this would cause us both to erupt in playful banter, it never felt right.

She was nothing like Nathaniel.

That boy had a spark in him, he was annoying, rude, a prick. He was everything negative when it came to certain things. However, these only truly appeared when he wore the face of John Mandrake. I hated that little side of him, it was his preferred mask by far though.

It hid his true self. The only part of him I vaguely enjoyed being around.

Nathaniel was a kind boy, surprisingly, and was full of curiosity and fearless ambition. He was an interesting lad. The Mandrake within him spoiled that kid to the core though, making him barely able to resurface.

Nathaniel came through in the end, however.

Yes, he did...and killed himself.

If I ever met him again (Possibly through reincarnation for those who believe in that sort of thing.), I would never be able to forgive him. But what would I do if I saw him again? It wouldn't happen, that was for sure. Once you're dead, you're dead.

I felt the feeling of being summoned pulling on my essence. Time to go, eh? I allowed myself to be pulled, knowing full on who it was. No one else summoned me but Kitty for some odd reason. Perhaps they feared my being? Good. They should.

()()()()()()()

I materialized as my natural form, changing my clothes into that of a basic teenager of the modern world at that time. I eyed Kitty, noting her style of fashion still resembled that of a man. (Good on her for that, most girls wore nothing but frilly bits and pieces.)

"So, where exactly are we?" I questioned, taking in my surroundings. She had placed us in a small building from what I could assume. She had probably left the airport and immediately found a place to stay for the time being, or the government had provided her with a place beforehand, (Which was a good possibility.)

She moved around the place. It looked like it was stone from the inside and around us laid two futons on the floor, a table, small bucket, and a sink. (I could only hope the bucket wasn't the toilet, perhaps it was the shower...What kind of place was this?)

"Arish." She voiced, I hadn't heard of the place before. She looked to the two briefcases in the corner (I hadn't noticed these, forgive me if I'm too distracted on the fact there was nowhere in sight to release human fluids.)

I pulled up a nearby stool, sitting myself on it. (It was hidden under the table, don't judge me and my bad eyesight at the moment. I'm still looking for the damned bathroom.) I watched as Kitty opened one of the briefcases and removed a letter from it.

"Any knowledge on this place?" She asked, her eyes looking over the object carefully.

"Not a thing." I admitted.

"Oh well." She placed the letter in her pocket. "This place is ruled by a king apparently..." She started to speak. "We're here to investigate and we have to gain permission from him to go as we please or else we'll be in for some unnecessary violence."

"A king?" Usually kings weren't around anymore, usually in fear that America is going to come over here and shoot them up because of no freedom and the like. (They've done it, I've seen them do it. Not exactly shooting people with those pathetic things they invented not too long ago – something called guns I believe – but with some form of magic.)

She nodded mutely at me. "We have to go visit him and present ourselves." She sighed, looking down at her clothes. "Think I have to look decent?"

"You mean like a pretty princess?"

"Yes."

"No." I chuckled. I stood up and dusted my bottom off. (I didn't want dust or anything sticking to my pants, it looked utterly disgusting from another point of view.)

Kitty sighed with relief at my response, obviously not wanting to pretty herself up, and moved to the door. I was looking forward to seeing a king. Haven't seen one in so long. I could just hope they didn't have a ring or whatnot that I would be forced to steal. (I don't want to talk about it.)

I braced myself, placing myself behind Kitty to exit the small building. Time to see the place and become increasingly bored as time went by.

What a joy my life has become.

: Okay. The name of the place I looked up, I've never been there. I've never been to Egypt but it was something. I hope you all are enjoying this! It wasn't hard to write, but it wasn't easy either. I can't wait to continue this though! Please review if you can!: