"I don't think you got the right person."

The redhead saying this was looking at her generous host. She was fairly young, barely an adult, from the seems. Jazz was dressed in her usual black v-shirt and aqua pants. Her long hair was a mess — a sign of having been woken up early. Her teal eyes didn't look away from the old man as she drank from a cup of tea. This staring contest wasn't entirely one-sided. The old man at the opposite side of the table was not intimidating in the slightest, yet commanded authority. A white mask over the higher part of his face was made to cover the red burns all over his skin. Some parts could not be hidden, leaving Jazz to wonder what exactly was their cause. Wearing white and red robes, he had given away his occupation the second he appeared before the young woman. Jazz knew that this hour would come eventually, yet she had expected the mediator to look different. Perhaps it was just her impression of exorcists that hadn't been full, with her parents simply being deviants in the order.

"On the contrary, Jasmine. I've been told that you are quite bright. You study at one of the most prestigious universities of the world and have come to this meeting on your own accord. You obviously can see reason."

"And I also can see that you won't get off my back that easily. I don't like having my phone taken away."

"This is just a protocol procedure. Please, don't take offence. You will be out of the cathedral the second we finish our conversation. I assure you."

Jazz sighed.

"Still, me being "smart" won't help you. I am not an exorcist, I can't do anything of use to you."

"I am aware about your lack of training. Still, we need some information we hope you can provide."

"Yeah, you told me already. Why are you curious about what the "heretics" made? It was destroyed, you know."

"Times have changed, my child. The child of Satan roams the Earth, Gehenna cannot make up its mind about the death of Azazel and the ghosts are running out of control. We need everything a human mind can come up with in order to fight off the threat."

"And I'm telling you, Mr. Egin. I never was interested in their work. It only brought problems for our family. They barely had time for me and my brother, their inventions demanded the finances they endlessly loaned...I never wanted this to be my future."

"Hmm," Egin looked disappointed, but sympathetic, "That is truly regrettable. Everything you've said, Jasmine. Speaking of, where is your brother?"

"Pardon?"

"He IS your ward."

Jazz internally snorted. Neither of the siblings was a child in spirit. If the sister was mature and responsible, then Danny had gone through so much that he was forced to at least examine his surroundings well and thus be able to sustain himself. Ironically, he was the money earner in the family, and she was as much his guardian as he was hers. Plus, he could come to her any second if he knew where to go.

"He...doesn't live with me. Danny is doing his own thing."

"This doesn't seem very responsible of you."

"He is as capable as any adult, believe me."

"Still, the law is the law, and albeit we don't have the authority to solve this matter, I strongly advise that you change this lifestyle. I am also wondering how you manage to study at such establishment, live rather comfortably and pay your parents' debts atop of that. Since you don't work, I could only assume that it is your brother that makes a living."

He was smart, she had to admit. But she had come prepared.

"We've sold our house and most of our belongings. I got a scholarship, too."

"Those are questionable priorities, unless you have a reliable source of income and a roof above your head. Just how much does your brother, who hasn't even finished high school and almost failed his CATs, earn?"

Jazz snorted, "You don't seriously think that we have conspired with demons?"

"Certainly not. But the reasons to believe it are there. I am curious."

"I admit that our parents treaded where they shouldn't have. But selling our belongings allowed us to scrap by. Besides, the depts we owe are not the monetary ones and have been long since paid off. There is also a student loan I'll be paying till the moment I die."

"You haven't answered just what your brother has been doing."

"I don't know, admittedly. He just hops from one job to another."

"Hm...the information I have is quite the contradictory one."

"Pardon?"

Egin dug in his robes. Soon after he took a family photo of the Fentons, where behind the teens stood a giant of a man and a serious looking woman, dressed in orange and blue jumpsuits respectively.

"This is your brother," the old man stated the obvious, "And this..."

He put another one on the table, "Is the most recent student of True Cross Academy. I find them to be quite similar."

'Danny, you idiot,' Jazz thought, her lips thinning.

"I fully understand why you would try and lie to us, Jasmine. You are concerned for his safety. But it seems that he has shown some interest in your parents' occupation and has directly come in contact with the Order. Thus, I repeat my question. Does he know anything about your parents' projects?"

Of course he knew. Ever since dying to one of their contraptions he was interested in every tool the elder Fentons made, for they could be always turned against him. He could build them, break them apart and then put together with his eyes closed. And all the burnt blueprints were forever in his head.

"Neither of us cared at the moment. I'm confused as to why Danny would do this, but he certainly won't create anything out of thin air."

"I see," Egin sighed. "Well then, I suggest that he should be asked. I'll send...the appropriate people."

"What do you mean?" Asked Jazz in concern.

"Don't worry. Nobody is going to harm him."

"I couldn't possibly stop you," Jazz shrugged and looked away. "Can I go?"

"Yes. Oh, we will take a hold of your phone for a while."

"You can't take my things! All my important things are there!"

"I am certain that you will manage," Egin smiled, "Someone, accompany her to the door."

-Meanwhile-

"What is that supposed to mean?" Shura looked at the swirling green sky curiously.

Phantom sighed, "I have my little corner in Gehenna, inaccessible to others unless I will so. I AM a half-ghost, after all. I need a place to haunt."

"That sounds more stupid the more you say this, to be honest," Rin rubbed the back of his neck.

"A "stupid" thing is to say this to your trainer. Although I thought that Ms. Kirigakure will take the reigns now."

Both of his companions seemed confused.

"Just what do you have in mind?" Asked the inspector.

"Simple. I nourish Rin's powers. And since that little piece of metal you so graciously took away from him is its conduct, it will be useful to teach him this as well. Besides, I have some stuff to do as well today, so you two should go have fun. Rin, catch."

Danny snapped his fingers and a plastic katana appeared in his hand. He tossed the weapon to the half-demon, who examined it closely.

"Isn't it a bit light?"

"How nice of you to say this," Danny snapped his fingers again, and out of surprise Rin was pulled to the ground by the weapon that had become as heavy as the real deal.

"Hey, kid, mind conjuring some booze?"

"If I don't know hot to make a gun that will kill Satan in one shot, it won't appear. And you can't carry the stuff from here to the real world, so all the food you eat will also disappear right from your stomach. It will taste bland atop of that. With the rules of this place explained, I'll come back in two hours, don't kill each other in the meantime, cya!"

Without as much as giving another word, Phantom vanished from sight. He soon stepped out of the magical closet, a plan of action in mind.

He had made several calls to his sister, all of which brought no result. This silence actually gave him goosebumps and made his core pulsate in concern. It demanded nourishment in the form of certain actions. If he failed to provide it, then he was going to have what equalled a stroke. Jazz was everything he had, he couldn't allow for something to happen to her. His plans on staying in Japan could be damned, as he was going to return to the US and find his older sister. Phantom narrowed down the list of options. Shura did not tell the higher-ups about her research on him, and he had every reason to believe in her sincerity. That removed the Vatican. They were followed by demons — creatures quite aware of his family, if one was to ask the ghosts. But only few knew about where Jazz lived, unless demons rummaged through the Vatican archives, too. And they also weren't usually so thoughtful about their schemes. Unless you talked about upper class demons. The option of her simply being assaulted in the street, killed or kidnapped was too appalling and uncomfortably realistic for him to consider.

Phantom needed to find her. To that end, he was going to use what tools he had, including the demons loyal to their king. Actually...he could use someone else.

Out in the streets, in a populated district of Shinjuku he set up a meeting he was certain Amaimon would come to. As Danny got off the train, he examined the place that was one of the more popular tourist destinations. Bars, pubs, the red lights — everything a teen or a demon without mental reservations could need. The area wasn't as populated during the day as it was during the night, which was, admittedly, a better option, for the crowd that was too big also meant a lot of ears for which the essential information was better not to reach. Besides, the outlandishly looking Demon king would not look so odd whilst surrounded by the people who often looked even more satanic than the actual son of the Devil. As Danny sat at one of the street stools and got hit on by a couple of girls which he doubted were actual girls, he started eyeing the surroundings in search of his newest accomplice.

"This is an interesting place."

Danny's senses were triggered maybe too late. He sighed and looked at another side of the high table. The green-haired demon was sipping from a cup full of blue slush.

"So many humans. I heard some of them worship my father. It is funny."

"You read my thoughts," Danny snorted, "He hates their guts. Although I'd say that the appearances aren't everything."

"True. So, where should we begin? You promised entertainment."

"That will come. But first, I need to know something."

"Is this about your sister?"

Danny froze. Now that was the reaction he dreaded. Amaimon stopped drinking from the straw and looked at his companion with a bored expression.

"Thought so. I am aware of what's going on, my siblings rarely hide the information. We have long since known about her."

Phantom's eyes glowed. Amaimon noted that they now held the crimson light, "If you but lay a finger on her..."

"Then what? Go against all of us? Even so, WE had nothing to do with her packing the belongings."

"How the hell did it even become a public knowledge? Skulker knows, you all know, I'm pretty sure the Vatican does, too."

"Rumours travel fast, Phantom. And yes, the Church knows too. Although they know of her being the daughter of two heretics, as far as I can tell. Of your demonic half, however, they are unaware. Probably. Speaking of, what about that big-boobed lady?"

"She believes I dumped you in Gehenna. What did they do to Jazz?"

"Our knowledge is not that expansive. Demons can't get inside prepared facilities."

"Where is that 'facility' you speak of?"

"Don't know. Can we get to the interesting part already?"

Danny sighed. He really needed to pay more attention to the espionage department. A deal was a deal, he needed to calm his nerves, anyway. Maybe Jasmine would call him herself, or write a message at the very least. Why was he always the last one to learn about what was going on? Perhaps because his subjects were not diligent enough to report the curious findings to their lord on their own initiative. He should issue a couple of rewards for them, but what use did they have for money? They all waited until Satan would get rid of the upstart, too fearful to show their loyalty.

The two went to the first establishment that was close by. The Japanese culture, in all senses of the word, was quite alien and interesting to both of them equally. Well, aside from Shintoism and everything connected with it. After all, they both were demons to different extents, so religion was like salt for snails. Thus, they both visited a maid café. Amaimon was not impressed much, being apathetic to the main appeal such places had or, rather, not understanding what was so great about it. Phantom just wanted to eat. The ladies in frilly outfits tried to serve their every need, creating a rather awkward atmosphere, especially with how the punk-looking Amaimon stuck out in the pinkish place while holding a teacup. Although the visit was not without its moments.

"Yes, pretty human, right there," Amaimon mumbled as some brunette was rubbing his shoulders. Phantom looked up from the fish in his plate and glanced at the Demon king with a smirk.

"You seem to be enjoying this."

"Shut it, Ghost Boy. This human ritual just intrigues me."

"Sure," Danny snorted again, "Whatever you say."

"You should partake in this as well, you are quite tense."

"Courtesy of you...oh, that is quite nice," he said as another smiling girl massaged him.

"You should relax, master," she said. "There must be a lot on your mind."

"You've got no idea. My sister is god knows where, I'm stuck with leading a crowd of people that hate my guts, and there are people willing to kill me."

The maids exchanged confused glances. They had had their fair share of eccentric guests, but this was new. Danny sighed and asked for the bill. He wasn't enjoying the trip at all, the reminiscence of the situation he was in soured his mood no matter what he did or would do. Upon exiting the pink building, Danny looked around while trying to come up with what to do next. Amaimon strolled to him soon after.

"I was intent on continuing the procedure," the demon complained.

"If so, sign up for the massage salon. Those people can do so much better than the girls they had there..."

Suddenly Danny's ghost sense was triggered. "Why now?!" He asked.

"That is a useful power to have. Why isn't it triggered on the ones that are in abundance?" Asked Amaimon while pointing at the floating black orbs, invisible to the occasional passerby.

"No clue. Never actually wondered about it. What do you need, Samantha? I am busy now."

The named girl stepped in front of him. She didn't look amused. "I just saw you walk out of a maid café. I happen to know what it is."

"Are you learning the local culture, too?" The Demon King of Earth inquired, only now catching the ghost girl's attention.

Her eyes became as wide as saucers, before she bowed deeply. "Forgive me, I didn't notice you there, Your Majesty."

Danny deflated upon seeing her actually sucking up to the higher up. Another testament to how little she respected him. Amaimon only shrugged.

"You are Phantom's acquaintance, I have no need in killing someone over something trivial. But she is obviously disrespectful towards you," he turned to Danny. "Don't you want to teach her a lesson?"

"Not really. What was that which made you interrupt my day, Sam?"

A tiny glimmer of gratitude shone in her eyes. "I just noticed you here. I'm exploring while we have no meeting to have."

"I suggest that we have a company."

At Amaimon's suggestion Danny groaned and Sam froze. The latter's reaction was not missed by the half ghost. It seemed that the respect was born out of fear, if nothing else. It was both reassuring and upsetting, in all honesty.

"Why?" Danny asked tiredly.

"They say that the more the merrier. So far I haven't been at the peak of my mood, to put it lightly."

"You liked the massage."

"You stopped it too soon."

"Is nobody going to ask me?" Sam asked carefully.

"No," both kings responded.

"You should train your subjects to respect you, Phantom. Our kind understands only power. So what you have to do is to assert yourself, this one is a good test subject."

Danny suspected that he would get some twisted kind of pleasure sharing his misery. But looking at the girl, who seemed fearful under all the facade of calmness made him falter.

"I can always snap their necks. This should be enough, and I've killed plenty."

Amaimon didn't look amused, "How have you stayed in power for so long? All you have to do is to..."

He already raised a hand for a light hit, but the demon king was stopped by Phantom gripping it tightly, giving him a stare of glowing green eyes.

"She is my subject, Amaimon," He hissed, "Nobody gets to punish them except ME. And it is ME who decides whether or not they deserve it. And I say that you are to leave her ALONE."

Sam stared at Phantom for the first time with what could only be considered something akin to awe. After everything she had said the ghost had gotten used to the fact that he ignored her jabs. But to defend her despite everything she had said or done, or how he himself disliked her actions...

"If only you did this yourself," the demon king rolled his eyes and stopped his minor attack. "Nonetheless, if she is your pet, you should have just told me. I hold my Behemoth close to heart as well."

"You don't have a heart."

"You get what I mean. But this exchange has fired me up. Are there any other places to go to? Personally, I'd like to know what this 'cinema' thing is about."

Danny sighed. This guy could be distracted very easily. "This way. I think I've learned where it is."

Amaimon nodded and strolled forward, picking a lollipop along the way while nobody but the two other supernatural beings was looking. Danny was about to follow, but felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw that it was in fact the one whom he had just defended.

"What is it?" Asked Phantom.

"Why...did you do that?"

"I always meant what I said, Sam. Or what, you didn't believe what I told you?"

"Cannot say that I did. It's hard, considering how you gave away your promises left and right."

Danny chuckled, "You'll get used to it. After all, I am here to stay. Say, mind doing me a little favour?"

"Of course," Sam sighed, lowering her gaze, "I guess I owe you something. What is it?"

"You see, there is a little field trip coming soon..."