Going shopping.

Disclaimer: I own not a Shaman Kiiiing.

Thanks for R&Ring

"Hey Faust, what are you doing?" Manta asked, for the good doctor had been staring at the soup section for some time now. Faust looked down at this short friend, running his gloved hand on the emptiness of the mushroom soup.

"Did you know that I could find neither hair nor hide of Narsco?" He said, after some time. His voice wasn't accusing but for some reason (and Manta knew very well) it made Manta feel slightly guilty. "I wonder where she could be." He mused. The small boy looked at Faust as he picked up the grocery bags and walked off. Why the heck Mushroom soup made him think of that was beyond him.

The odd couple paid for the food, going over the budget just slightly for two ice creams. "Anna needs to do her own shopping some time in her life." Manta sighed heavily, listening to what sounded like street panic up ahead. Faust laughed, "But I do so enjoy these outings." Manta had an eerie suspicion he was going to say with you.

"I wonder what's going on." He asked, looking at the mob of people toppling over on another to either get though to see or get out get away. Faust stared hard at the mass of screaming people, "Its best to stay away from such things, don't you think so Manta?" He looked down to see a lack of small boy beside him.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Faust pushed though the crowd and was next to Manta in a heart beat, but what his blue eyes saw made him want to scream as well, but not in terror…

The white wash wall was stained by a cross made from what looked like fresh blood. On either side were scales and a signal hourglass beneath it. Manta never really liked blood all that much…

"Beware." Faust muttered, knocking over one on the speculators to get closer. "Beware?" Manta asked, following Faust as he made a path though the people. Indeed, in blood, a strange western writing circled the 'painting'.

"Faust, what is it?" Manta asked, his large eyes grew larger when Faust swiped and licked some of the blood from the wall.

"Eeew."

"It's human." He said thoughtfully, "Stay here, I must tell Anna to stay in her dwellings, I'll be back." Faust pushed his way back though the crowd which was must easier as before because every one seemed to part for him. Manta laughed freaked out a bit, so far Faust become Noah and Satanists were running a muck.

"Follow" A cold voice ordered, and for some reason, though he was so scared he was about to re-live the 'Third Grade Incident'.

"Closer"

"Artic- other way"

"In front of you, turn, there…"

Manta soon came to an old abandon church; the building was literally standing on a single rooting support. The dark brown door opened for him, like magic. Manta walked in automatically; as he passed the threshold he had second thought, unfortunately the door slammed in his face. His tiny heart started to race, a clammy sweat (that he was well familiar with) started from his glands (getting all scientific on you all).

"H-hello?" Manta called, his voice echoed back to him. The church was so run down all that was there were thick cob weds, curtain (thousands of them), and chains that swung eerily back and forth.

He walked through the first dusty old curtain, seeing a small dim light though the filth. Manta followed this lightly, holding on to his breath…

Faust felt bad for lying to Manta, no matter how easy it was to do so. In his boyish innocence's he would believe anything, however Manta had a shallow innocence's and yet he was still a boy. Maybe this was the thing he enjoyed most about the boy…