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And…more of a filler (sorry)

Chapter 6

"So it's an evil ghost that Michelle befriended, huh," Francis commented back to Arthur. Arthur had decided that it was only fair to tell Francis what he had learned so far and what his plan were to help the girl. Francis thought about this for a moment, only to then remember something and ask, "Do you even know how to get rid of a ghost?"

"Of course I do. Getting rid of a ghost simply haunting a place is easy enough if you have a stronger will than it," Arthur answered.

"So then is that why you haven't sent back that one ghost who keeps haunting around the shops?" Francis asked, referring to Gilbert. It was not that he was overly annoyed or frightened of Gilbert, the two of them were actually on rather good terms since finding out about eachother, but it did make him wonder why Arthur had not sent him back.

"That a completely different issue all together," Arthur spat out defensively, spitting a bit of his drink in the process, "It's not anything I do wrong, I simply can't help it that he keeps finding ways back out of hell. Besides, he does have his good points when you can keep his mind on track."

"Sure, and do you mind cleaning your spit off my table?" Francis answered not at all convinced. He believed that Arthur was a relatively powerful wizard, that was not the issue, but if Gilbert could find ways back to this city what was to stop this Emil-ghost from coming back and trying to hurt Michelle again?

After allowing the other a moment to clean up the mess, Francis continued, "So how exactly are you going to solve the problem?"

"Still working on that. The issue is that this isn't a normal ghost," Arthur answered bluntly.

"What do you mean by that?" Francis asked a little more concerned now.

"…Nothing, just a gut feeling," Arthur answered after a moment of thought.

"You're not telling me something," Francis pouted at the other. The sound of the front door opening then caused the two to look up and spy Michelle enter the home. Francis then smiled and said, "Hello, Cherie, how was school? I thought you were going to meet me earlier at the store?"

"Sorry, I went out to this restaurant after school with some of my friends. I was gonna call you but I forgot to charge my phone last night," Michelle answered.

"I see, well I suppose that happens, but next time ask to use one of your friend's phones. The City's much bigger than your old home and you never know if a prowler or something is going to come up and try something," Francis scolded lightly.

"Like you're one to talk," Arthur commented flatly, only to get a kick from under the table by the other.

Francis then continued, "So where did you and your friends go?"

"Some Mediterranean place, it was pretty fun. And there was this guy clearing tables who had ears and a tail; it was kinda cute," Michelle answered with a smile.

"Ah, I know the place you're talking about. A good friend of mine works there, you know," Francis commented before he asked, "So then are you still hungry for dinner?"

"Sure, I only really had a snack there, not a meal," Michelle answered.

"Will you be joining us for dinner too? I'd think that your taste buds would appreciate the treat," Francis asked half jokingly.

"No. As it is I have some more things to look up anyways," Arthur answered as he got out of his seat and shrugged his coat on.

"Is he usually around like this? It's kind of weird how I keep bumping into that guy," Michelle commented as she watched the visitor leave the house.

"Non, just recently. It's a bit complicated. Now would you like to help me with dinner?" Francis answered then asked. Michelle agreed to this idea and soon the two of them were in the kitchen acting as if nothing was wrong. This contentment lasted for several hours, only to diminish as the two began to argue over Michelle wanting to go back out and Francis not trusting her to stay away from the harbor.

Arthur scowled as he looked through one of his magic books, ignoring the growling in his stomach. The muscle would have most likely enjoyed the meal with Francis and Michelle, but his mind had other things to focus on. Namely, making sure that he was prepared for a second encounter with the ghost.

"Hey, Arthur, are you going to make dinner or do I need to go find my own?" a young boy asked as he leaned against the study's doorway. The boy's name was Peter, and he was an ordinary street urchin which Arthur tended to look out for. He was a relatively good child, albeit a bit of a thief, but that trait had come in useful in the past so Arthur kept him around with a close eye. But at the moment Arthur was too preoccupied with his case to bother with the child.

"Arthur? Stop being a jerk and respond to me!" Peter ordered with a pout.

"What do you want, I'm busy," Arthur answered with a sigh.

"It's dinner time. And you're always busy; I've never met someone who says he's busy as much as you do," Peter answered, still pouting, "You haven't eaten either. I can hear your stomach from way over here."

"Ya, ya, just give me five minutes and I'll get something started. Why are you here anyways?" Arthur asked as he quickly skimmed through several pages in a book.

"Well, it's Thursday. You always made me dinner on Thursday in the past," Peter answered. It was not that he was the biggest fan of having to eat what the elder made him, but a cooked meal with some pleasant company was better than having to find something and eat it quickly on the streets.

"Is it? Time really does just fly by doesn't it," Arthur answered as he placed the book back on his desk and headed out the door. As the two walked to the kitchen Arthur continued, "But if I remember, you weren't here last Thursday for dinner."

"Nah, I was at a new friend's house for dinner. But he has some kind of meeting or something tonight with his relatives so I can't have dinner with him," Peter explained.

"A new friend, eh? He's not going to turn out like Sebo and try to sacrifice you is he?" Arthur asked half joking.

"Nah, he's an older friend, like your age. He owns that furniture store a couple blocks from the restaurant Sebo works at."

"Ah, yes, I know the place. Run by the large, scary-looking fellow. And you're not scared of him?"

"I've fought real monsters, so nope!" Peter answered proudly before continuing about how nice the other was. Arthur half listened to this as he finished their simple meal, only to be interrupted by Peter asking "Hey, are you still listening to me?"

"Hmm?"

"I asked what you were studying earlier, jerk," Peter restated with another pout.

"Oh, about ghosts. It's for a new case I have," Arthur answered casually.

"Ghosts? Cool! Can I help?!" Peter asked.

"Well, based on your luck and since it's a ghost who likes to take kids and young adults and drown them in the harbor…no. I don't want you anywhere near that ghost or the harbor until I say it's safe. Now eat your dinner," Arthur ordered.

"That's not fair!" Peter whined, only to then quickly eat his meal in silence. He then left shortly after finishing the food, saying that he wanting to spend time with people who were not as jerk-y.

So ya…let's see how useful i can make this chapter for later chapters...

In the mean time, I promise the next chapter will be more on track with the story

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