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Ok I am going to try to get an action-ish scene here.

WARNING: this chapter has death and a bit of gore of some random thugs and an OC you probably won't even lift a finger to.

Chapter 9: Fight

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Ronald sighed, it was getting dark, and he has nothing to do for the next few hours, so he decided to go see what Undertaker was doing. He was no where to be scene, and when he didn't want to be found, he is not going to be found.

So now Ronald was left to walking around the small forest, if you could even call it that, behind the school. It was the only lively place here. There were birds that were not even native to the desert in the trees. They had extravagant colors.

William and Grell were gone scouting out areas to find demon, Janet was talking to Lord Death, and taking a ridiculously long time, so he was left alone to do what he pleased. It wasn't long though before he was busy contemplating nothing, and walked straight into Spirit.

Ronald at the red-head in front of him and said his apologies for walking into him, and that he was thinking about things.

Spirit smiled at the young shinigami, "Well I see, all you younger ones always lose focus from time to time." he was trying his best to have a good impression on the shinigami.

Ronald looked at him in question, "You don't look any more than 35, and how could you be older than me?"

Spirit went on defense clearly distraught by the fact Ronald had estimated him to be older than he really was, "I am 31 just to let you know, and you look like you couldn't be more than 25!"

"Shinigami age differently from human, or weapon do." He pointed to himself proudly, "I am 121 now!" He smiled and cocked his head to the right side looking cute while Spirit's jaw hit the ground in gaping awe.

Spirit thought, "How could he be so old, yet look so young?"

Ronald looked over him again, "Aren't you Lord Death's Death Scythe?"

Spirit nodded.

"Well aren't you always supposed to be by his side or something?"

"Since we are basically humans too we need lives of or own also."

"Do you have someplace to go or do?"

Spirit tried to think of what he had been going before he ran into the young, or not-so-young, shinigami. "Oh I was going to go to a bar, Chupa-cabras."

Ronald pointed at Spirit, "Then I will come with you! By the way, what are you doing here if you are going to some bar?"

Spirit shrugged and they started walking to their destination exchanging stories about their adventures. Spirit had a lot to tell about Dr. Stein, and all of the experiments he did, then about Maka, skipping the whole divorce part. Ronald skimmed over his trips all around Europe, and that he had spent 15 years in the Paris shinigami branch before the London Branch were understaffed and needed more shinigami. That was when he had moved back to London, his home town, and spent the rest of his years there. Being the youngest shinigami there he was looked down upon, but that didn't stop him.

Once they were there, Ronald saw how many ladies where there and instantly asked for the seats next to them.

It then became apparent to Spirit that Ronald was quite the womanizer, and good at it. He told them that he had been almost everywhere in Europe, leaving out that he was 121 years old, and that he was only there because he was a sub for the shinigami. When they had asked if he was old enough to drink, he said that his boss would kill him if he came to work drunk, and that he was working around children, best not to set bad examples. That comment had struck Spirit in the heart.

Eventually, Ronald had all of the girls so wrapped up in his stories about Europe they had forgotten Spirit was even there.

At about 11:45 Ronald's Cell started ringing; he answered it and said, "Hello? Oh hey I- …Fine, I'll be there is about fifteen minutes." He first pulled out a little black book out of his jacket flipped though a few pages, tucked it back into his jacket, got up and addressed the ladies, "It was a pleasure meeting all of you, but I must go now, duty calls!"

One of the girls wearing a blue dress pouted and said, "Who was that?"

Ronald turned around and said, "It was my boss, he is a real slave driver yah know?"

Ronald then grabbed Spirit by the arm and dragged him off with him.

Once they were a crossed the street Spirit pouted, "Why did you have to bring me along?"

"Cause I didn't bring my death scythe with me and you are the only one around here."

With that Spirit snapped his arm out of Ronald's grip and looked at him oddly, "Why would you use me? Your used to a Lawn mower as a death scythe remember?" he again tried to out-smart Ronald.

"While on my travels around Europe I was given a great assortment of death scythes, saws, scythes and basically every other bladed thing there is out there. I was bored of those usual tools, so I am using something you usually wouldn't use in battle, being a lawn mower. However, I would be more than capable of using a simple scythe in battle."

Ronald grabbed him by the arm again, but this time a lot more forcefully, "Turn into a scythe."

Spirit was startled by the snappy command and said, "You would not be able to bond soul wave lengths with me."

Ronald smiled, "I am a shinigami, and we can bond with any weapon."

"No."

Ronald's glasses reflected a glare from the car that passed behind them. A pang of fear started accumulating in Spirit's stomach. A small electrical snake looking wavelength danced up Spirit's arm it then wrapped itself around Spirit's neck and he turned into a scythe.

Ronald picked him up and twirled him around in one hand, getting used to the feel of spirit's weight. He then started off into a dead sprint, ran to an alley, and ricocheted off of the two walls and made it effortlessly to the roof top of a four story building, where he then ran off in a sprint carrying Spirit in his right hand.

Even though he had run about half way a crossed the city in less than five minutes he hadn't broken a sweat.

Spirit looked though the blade at the city below him; it looked more like a blur of colors. He couldn't focus on anything. When Ronald stopped, he stopped so abruptly that Spirit's head started spinning. Once he regained the ability to see straight Grell and William were standing by Ronald's side looking down into an alley. A little girl of maybe 8 or 9 was being cornered by what looked like a gang of men. She is a blond that had her hair in pigtails, much like Maka's. Her clothes were in tatters though.

Spirit let himself be seen though the reflection of the scythe, "Why aren't you doing anything?"

William looked at him and said, with colder eyes than he could have imagined, "She is to die." He looked at his black book, "Beaten to death."

Spirit clenched his teeth, "What do you mean? We can still save her! We are standing right here!"

Grell looked solemnly at Spirit, it looked like guilt plagued his face, "I know it hurts, I don't like it either."

William looked at Ronald, "You collect the soul, while Grell and I take care of the demon."

Ronald nodded.

Spirit said, "What demon?"

Ronald pointed to the one in the middle of the group of men; he looked the youngest, and was wearing a scarf around his neck. He looked like an ordinary human.

Grell smiled at Ronald, "The others are to die 'by accident'"

Ronald smiled, "These are the times when I need my lawn mower."

Spirit looked down again the thugs were so close now. One of them punched her, knocking her down to her knees. Another one kicked her in the stomach again and again. She was crying. She was screaming for help that would never come.

Grell looked away and covered his eyes, while William and Ronald were contempt in watching. Both of their eyebrows were furrowed, and their eyes spoke one word, hate.

Spirit couldn't watch any more of it he turned around and inwardly cursed at not being able to help her, and he cursed at being restrained to watch this.

Once the cries for help stopped, and the sounds of pounding and kicking stopped, one word was spoken by William, "Go."

With that Spirit could feel a dropping or falling feeling, one that you would defiantly feel when jumping five stories down to the ground.

He thought that he would defiantly be used to brace Ronald's fall, but instead he felt connection with bone, then a clean cut. Cinematic record started spilling out of the now headless person. Ronald didn't even touch the ground, instead using the body that didn't yet hit the ground to ricochet to the next person in line, this time getting two people. He was clearly skilled with the scythe. A sound of a motor roaring could be heard behind them, spirit spared a glance at Grell, who was busy piercing the chest of the thug with his chainsaw. Behind Grell he could see William stabbing though another guy.

William then went after the boy had begun to flee the scene, and he called Grell after him, leaving Ronald and Spirit with the remaining people. They were all disposed of quickly, and they then started jumping after the cinematic record.

Spirit had never had to whiteness it before, but he soon learned that it was the story of the soul. All of the thugs had basically the same story. When they were little they had their parents killed by the boy, and then they learned that to disrespect him would mean death, so they did what ever he told them to. They then learned killing and feeding the boy would make him happy, and they would do so from town to town. Killing off people, It didn't matter who, to feed him, in bargain for their life.

When Ronald and Spirit were done with capturing all of the cinematic records of the thugs, Ronald walked over the corpse of the little girl. Ronald raised Spirit over his shoulder to strike her, and spirit closed his eyes, it was over with in a second, but it felt like a year. Her cinematic record was over with before they knew it.

Her name was Annie Murphy. She lived a life with her mother, for her father had left them while she was at a young age. She could barely make it by every day, she didn't go to school, had no friends, she didn't have a chance at a good life.

Once they were done Ronald set Spirit against the wall to stamp his book 'completed.'

Ronald then picked Spirit up and started walking out in the direction that William and Grell took.

Spirit was mentally mortified. How could anyone go around and have doing that as their job? How could anyone live with themselves?

Ronald looked down at Spirit, "You look sad, what's wrong?"

Spirit lashed out, "What's Wrong? Do you have any idea what you just did?"

Ronald shrugged it off, "What? It is my job. One of the rules of shinigami is to show to emotion during a job, it gets in the way of things."

Spirit gritted his teeth then hissed, "You don't care for their lives? She could have had a shot if you let her."

Ronald shook his head, "Did you see her life story? She would have had a pretty depressing life if I let her live. We can only let the people that will have the power to change the world live, and if we let every one live what would we be here for?"

Spirit decided to just be quiet the rest of the way there.

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A/N:

Well that is all for now folks, shee~sh this one took a while for me to make. I probably will not update for the next week since I am going camping up in northern California.

Questions,

What am I going to do with the demon?

Have ideas?

Can you relate to Spirit's feeling of helplessness? (I tried with so little time)

reviews are appreciated!