AN: Was originally going to be a separate fiction before I realized it was a DAF. And to Falcon Strife, there will be a Manta chapter. I just needed to get this one out of my system first.

Ficken ethik: basically 'fucking ethics'

Knabe: boy

"Ugh," Asakura Yoh said, sounding ready to vomit, "Facing backwards makes me feel sick."

Someone else shouted in terror, "Ah! Don't puke on me! Is… is there a doctor on board?"

Faust shook his head –he'd been trying so hard to ignore those children and have a nice flight. Ultimately, though, he sighed and turned in his seat.

The little blue-haired boy from the ceremony was staring at him with a look Faust recognized to be terror. Asakura Yoh, on the other hand, was looking slightly green.

He, of course, could completely ignore this. After all, the first one was a very rude little idiot and the second had stolen Eliza's beautiful legs (on top of other unmentionable things…). But…

Faust bit his lip and rolled his eyes angrily before muttering 'ficken ethik' under his breath.

"Asakura Yoh," he called loudly, digging through his bag.

There was a rather pregnant pause from the other, in which Faust was forced to turn in his seat again.

"It is rather rude, knabe, to ignore your elders."

"What do you want?" he asked sheepishly, taking the smallest step backward. Maybe to where he'd left his sword.

"Get over here," Faust told him flatly, "Or I shall be forced to come get you."

"Why should he?" the other asked curtly, fists balling as if Faust were actually asking for a fight (or, for that matter, as if he could actually get up and go over there quickly).

"You, my dear boy, were the one who asked for a doctor, yes?" Faust was almost, but not quite, surprised by the look of shock that crossed the child's face. "Now, Asakura Yoh, I will not say it again. Get over here."

While the two children discussed feverishly what they should do, Faust began to grind selected ingredients into a fine powder.

He poured it into a water bottle (his ONE water bottle, by the way) and gave it to Franky.

"Shake it," he ordered softly, which the dog promptly preceded to do.

This had taken a full two minutes, and there was still no one standing next to him. The whole thing was getting tedious. If he had not already wasted the ingredients and his personal water…

With an irritated frown, he looked to his wife.

"Eliza, my love, would you be so kind as to fetch the Asakura boy?"

She looked to him blankly before nodding, leaving her seat, and walking back.

He smiled just slightly as he heard the children yelp and fight fruitlessly against her.

"Hey! Call her off!" the boy from the ceremony yelled.

"It's your own fault," someone he believed to be called 'Tao Ren' snapped, "Just stop fighting her."

"She's gonna kill me though!" Yoh cried. The other shamans on board were now laughing as the fight drew to an end.

Faust smiled happily. That was his Eliza –always coming through for him.

She appeared at his side shortly, the boy struggling from his position thrown over her shoulder.

"Ah, so nice of you to join me," Faust smiled, his teeth clenched. "You really should learn some respect for someone trying to help you." He waved a gloved hand to the empty seat next to him. "Right there would be splendid, Eliza. Thank you."

With a hollow nod, she dumped Yoh unceremoniously into it. When he tried to get out, she pinned him into place with one arm.

Yoh was breathing a little heavier as he seemed to realize his position. He was unarmed, alone, and vulnerable with Faust VIII.

If Faust had wanted to, he could take care of the situation. Have Eliza snap his worthless neck, or perhaps pull his heart out.

But… that could cause some problems –considering Faust was out-numbered and not exactly in the mood to risk her at the moment. As much as he'd wanted to, it would be more trouble than it was worth.

"Honestly, your behavior is very rude." Faust curtly told him, holding the water bottle up to the light to check its opacity. "I'll have you know, for as much as I hate you –and believe me, I do hate you- I am a doctor first."

He unscrewed the cap and offered it over. "Now drink all of this."

Yoh looked at him with wide eyes as he fruitlessly tried to pry Eliza's arm off his chest. "N… no."

Faust's eyes narrowed, "My patience for you is drawing very thin, Asakura Yoh. Now drink."

He was stared at Faust for quite some time before there was another shake of the head.

Faust grit his teeth fiercely. "Honestly, it's like working with an infant. Eliza, his arms if you don't mind."

She instantly had both his wrists clamped in her free hand. Yoh fought against her before Faust grabbed his jaw with one firm hand.

"I would apologize that this will taste bad but, quite frankly, in your case I don't care." Faust pried Yoh's jaw open and poured the liquid down his throat.

The boy sputtered but did swallow enough.

As soon as the bottle was empty, the pair let the Yoh go completely.

"In ten minutes you should be feeling much better." Faust told him dully as he took Eliza in his lap, "Now get back there and keep your friends quiet."

Yoh sat for just a second, eyes darting, before getting out of the seat and tearing back down the aisle.

Almost immediately, the three were noisy again –saying something about how Yoh would die from poison, how maybe he should make himself throw up. (As if he could, Faust smirked; he'd put in a suppressant for vomiting.)

That paired with the enormous, and loud, group in the back meant that there was no chance for the quiet he'd asked for.

Still, Faust was fine. He'd done his good deed for the day –in his own style, of course.

Still… "Eliza?" He said lightly, resting his head on her shoulder and leaning his face lovingly against hers, "After I am made Shaman King… let us never go back to Japan. The children are so unappreciative."

She moved her hands to hold his and said nothing, as she never did anymore.

But… as he let himself fall to sleep, he could still sense the fragments of soul her bones held.

So, for right now, she didn't need to.