Jack leaned back in her seat, smiling out of the window of the plane as they flew over the ocean. Soul was passed out a few rows ahead next to Maka who was reading. Black*Star was cowering in the corner from Misty who glared at him the entire flight. They were the only ones on the place, so if Misty wanted to launch herself at the shaking ninja, nothing could stop her.

"Ya'll alright, darlin'?" Jack asked, tilting her hat back with her thumb.

"Fine." Misty breathed, hanging her head.

"Come on! Cheer up, Missy-Misty!" Patty cheered, smiling brightly over her seat.

"Patty, Misty doesn't like bright smiles." Liz said, painting her toe-nails.

"Thanks, Liz." Misty said, putting her head on her knees. Patty looked down at the other blonde in wonder before looking at Jack, who was shaking her head with her eyes closed. Patty turned and sat back down.

"Ya think Ren set the 'partment on fire?" Jack asked, trying to get her friends mind off what Black*Star had said. Misty shifted her shoulders and sunk deeper into herself. Jack sighed and looked out of the window, seeing the setting sun in the distance.


Ren groaned as her eyes opened, glaring at the intruding light from the window. She'd been trying to take a nap as was nearly successful until the pink light hit her eyes. She kicked herself up and walked to her vanity, plopping down and blowing on the mirror. "42-42-564, whenever you wanna knock on deaths door." The mirror shimmered for a few moments before revealing Lord Death and Spirit.

"Ren! How are you dear?"

"I'm fine, Lord Death, I just had a question for Spirit." Rin said with a smile.

"What is it?" The Death Scythe asked, stepping forward.

"Is there any job I can do that doesn't involve running around? My sense of smell still works, I can sit on the wall and sniff around!" Ren begged.

"Renea, right now that's not a good idea. You need to relax. Take this time to relax and catch up on sleep." Spirit said, looking at her like she was a five year old being told to go to bed.

"I-I could organize! I'm really good at paper work!" Ren haggled, smiling desperately.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do anything." Spirit sighed.

"I'm not used to just laying around the house! I need to do something!" She said, trying to look pathetic.

"If you'd really like something to do, I suppose you could help Stein in the lab. It's such a mess in there!" Lord Death said, bobbing around behind Spirit.

"YES! Anything to keep my mind busy!" Ren said, nodding happily.

"Then it's decided. Tomorrow after school go to Steins office and help him get organized." Lord Death decided happily, bouncing some. Ren sighed in relief.

"How's your arm?" Spirit asked, smiling kindly at her.

"It's fine, a little itchy but it's fine." The she-wolf answered, poking her stitches.

"Don't mess with them too much, they might rip."

"Alright, alright, I won't. See ya later, Spirit." Ren said as the mirror shimmered and she was staring back into her own eyes.


"Flight 135 to Reno, Nevada, now boarding." The emotionless voice overhead droned out. Misty stood hunched by the luggage claim, waiting for her and Jack's bags to come into view. There was a good ten foot gap on either side of her as she watched the belt go around and around.

"They better not have lost my things…I was in the middle of that book." Misty muttered, not turning to Jack.

"It'll be fine, Sugar." Jack said, smiling when she saw her camouflage back-pack come into view.

"Where are the others?"

"Eatin'. I think Maka went to make a call back t'Lord Death."

"Makes sense." Misty whispered, seeing her bag emerge from the back room. It looked like it had gone through hell and back, but amazing it could still take much more abuse. "How long will this flight take?"

"If all goes well, no more than two hours." Jack answered, closing her bag from inspecting the contents.

"What are the odds Ren got into trouble?"

"'Bout as much as a buckin' bull will stomp ya when you're thrown off."


I'm sorry this is short, but I'm trying to just get my mind moving, hopefully my writers block will be all gone soon and these stories can get rolling again!