When Ray relayed the news of a test to ensure that the Esquires were prepared for field work to his Cram School classmates, Daku's head instantly hit his desk.

"Noooo...!" He whined pathetically, giving the perfect impression of a dying person. "No more tests! I fell out of a window the last test because a Naberius rammed into me!"

"But you weren't even that injured!"

"My ego was bruised, I say! Bruised!" He wailed. "Where can I find a hospital that fixes egos?!"

"Can't fix what isn't there, can you?" Chi asked, throwing a quick joke into the fray.

Daku promptly fainted, falling off his seat with a thud.

"What?" The female exorcist asked, upon receiving incredulous looks. "I didn't even touch him! Not that I would want to anyway, even with a ten foot pole."

The door to the cram school opened with a click, Yukio stepping in.

"Alright class, I-" He paused, seeing Daku passed out on the ground, before proceeding to take his glasses off so that they wouldn't be in the way of his exasperated facepalm. "I'm not even sure why I bother anymore, but what happened to him?"

"Chi happened." Ray pointed at the female. "Something about Daku being egoless. And are there seriously hospitals that can fix egos?"

"No, there aren't." Yukio replaced his glasses, and turned to the class to address them.

"As Owens-san should have told you, you all will be taking a test to confirm whether or not you are ready to go out into the field. Although, this year is a little different as the Director has decided that you all will be actually be going on a real assignment as the test." Elleno raised his hand.

"Sensei, what is the assignment?"

"We're assisting the American Branch in investigating the rise of demonic activity. And since you all are still Esquires, I requested some assistance from some people I know. They're currently preparing themselves for this assignment, so I will introduce them later."

Yukio checked his watch. "You all have one and a half hours to gather essentials for the next three weeks. Please meet up at the front of the academy, where we will head to the airport."

"Two hours?!" Chi looked panicked. "But that's not enough time to-!"

"Exorcists have to be ready at all times in case they have an urgent mission." Yukio replied easily, smiling pleasantly as the lenses of his glasses glinted. "So, you should get started."

There was a pause as the information sank in, before everyone stood up with a screech of their chairs as they hurriedly gathered their materials.

"He's like a devil or something!" Elleno muttered under his breath, hurriedly picking his bag.

"But sir-"

"No, shush, don't say anything." Elleno interrupted Sir Caller before he could say anything.

"You are a spoilsport, sir."

As the students filed out of the room, intent on returning to their rooms to pack, Yukio hesitated as he caught sight of Ray. Even though he knew that Rin's old friends were trustworthy and were capable of helping out in his personal mission, Yukio felt uncomfortable.

Yukio promised Father Fujimoto that he would watch over Rin. He was the one who promised. Rin was his responsibility, and his alone.

But you've already failed, haven't you? That small voice in the back of his head tauntingly whispered. You failed Father, you failed Rin. You let him die.

"Sensei?" Yukio blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. Regaining his bearings, he finally noticed Ray, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly with worry as he looked as his teacher. "You kinda blanked out for a moment there. Are you alright?"

Yukio smiled, letting no trace of his inner turmoil be visible on his face or in his body languange even though it hurt. "Yes, I'm alright. Don't worry about me. Although I do believe you have packing to do."

Ray visibly panicked, before he ran for the door. "Crap, you're right! Thanks for the reminder!"

Yukio allowed himself a small smile as the door closed behind the teenager before he himself left the classroom to prepare a few more things.

"Just like nii-san."

Half a minute after the door closed behind Yukio, Daku sat up, dazed, and asked, "Where did everyone go?"

0o0

One and half hours later, most of the Cram School students were at the designated meeting place, save for Daku who probably still had no idea what was going on.

"Should I look for him?" Ray wondered aloud. "He might still be in the classroom."

"Auf wiedersehen, sir." Sir Caller said, much to the blue haired teenager's confusion.

"Say what?" Ray asked, blinking cluelessly as he looked around at his classmates for help. "What did he say?"

"Don't know, don't care." Elleno deadpanned, having given up on his insane friend. "Ask google translate- oh wait, that sucks. You'll get something weird."

"But I've been using that to translate my school work when I'm not using my book!"

"You poor, poor, person."

"Good luck surviving." Tadashi deadpanned as he fiddled with phone.

"Why are you guys so mean to me?!" Ray childishly pulled a face. "I'm not stupid!"

"Really, sir," Sir Caller feigned surprise. "I thought you would have been aware of your name by now."

"That just burns, you know that?"

"Yes sir."

"Apply liquid nitrogen to the the burn, Ray." Elleno said from the side before he paused.

"Did anyone hear that?" He suddenly asked, making all current conversation come to a screeching halt as the Cram school students strained their ears.

"No?" Ray phrased it as a question, rather than a statement.

Then they heard it. The sound of insane laughter. The kind of laughter that wasn't evil, but more like overly enthusiastic kind of laughter.

They looked up.

"Good lord." Tadashi gaped as a what looked like a shopping cart flew over their heads before it landed and slid against the asphalt, creating a horrendous screeching noise reminiscent of nails on a chalk board, before finally coming to a halt.

"Hey guys! Look what I found!" Daku waved from his seat in the shopping cart. Said cart looked as though it could barely fit his form, and seemed as though it would fall to pieces at any given moment due to the abuse it had just been put through.

"What. The. Hell. What the hell are you doing?!"

"Woah, cool!" Ray exclaimed, his eyes shining. "How did you make that fly?!"

"That's another thing!" Elleno interrupted, his eye twitching. "What- how- That thing doesn't even have flying capabilities!"

Daku grinned, his teeth sparkling as he did so. "Rule whatever number it was, a good pilot can fly anything that is supposed to fly with ease, and with some difficulty, somethings that are not supposed to fly."

"Awesome!"

"Don't encourage him, Ray!"

"I assume this yet another thing that I don't want to know?" The Cram School students turned to see their teacher, his eye twitching ever so slightly. Behind him, were five other individuals. One who was clearly that lady who owned the Exorcist shop waved happily, her familiar mimicking the motion.

"He made a shopping cart fly!" Ray was a tad bit more enthusiastic than he probably should have been.

Yukio sighed, feeling the incoming migraine. "I don't want to know."

A snort of laughter came from one of the newcomers, a dark haired male with a K'rik. "Okumura, do your classes get crazier every year?"

Yukio sent him a look. "No, Shima-san. This year is an exception, much like your year was."

"But that wasn't my fault!" As Shima complained, Yukio ignored him in favour of addressing his class.

"These people will be accompanying us for the assignment, so please don't do anything too stupid." The man was bluntly honest with his students, after having been witness to their entics.

Really, Yukio had never encountered such troublesome students in his entire career as a teacher.

0o0

"We're flying!" Ray's eyes shone as he pressed himself against the window of the aircraft heading back to his home country, marveling at increasing distance being put between the ground and the plane. Even if this wasn't the first time he had sat on a plane, the experience was still as thrilling as his first time had been.

"We're gonna die!" Daku wailed from his seat beside the aforementioned teenager, drawing glares from the other passengers.

Ray blinked in surprise, hearing this.

Tearing his attention away from the window, Ray spoke, his brows scrunched up in confusion. "But you fly things that aren't even supposed to fly! Why are you scared?"

"That's when I'm doing the piloting! Who knows how inexperienced these people doing the flying right now could be!"

Ray felt himself pale slightly, remembering his experience with Daku's driving skills. Never again. He silently thanked whatever god existed in the heavens that Daku was not the one behind the controls of the airplane. "You don't even have a licence for driving or piloting!"

"Yet!"

A couple of seats back behind the two, Suguro sat in silence. Occasionally, he found himself sending the blue haired teenager glances, questioning himself whether or not this was some strangely vivid dream sent to torment him. The guilt he had tried to bury away in the deep recesses of his mind all those years ago had resurfaced, pushing their way to the top at the mere sight of that teenager who looked, no, was Rin.

He hadn't known how to react for the first few seconds after Yukio had finally told them everything, his suspicions for over the course of two and a half months, not to mention the overwhelming amount of evidence...

Was this Rin's way of getting his revenge? No, wait. The teenager was too damn nice for that.

But then again...

Suguro cursed under his breath, soft enough that Yukio who was sitting beside him didn't hear a thing.

Perhaps this was indeed karma.

0o0

For the first ten or so hours, everything went smoothly other than an incident that shall not be spoken of ever again regarding Elleno and Tadashi.

"Sir?"

"What?"

"Are we there yet?"

"For the love of-! NO! You've asked that damn question every thirty seconds for the last five hours, don't you have anything better to do?!"

"No. My phone's out of power."

"You could have charged your phone over there!" Elleno snapped irritably, pointing at the arm rest of the seat.

"I don't have a charging cable, sir. We were told to pack light by sensei."

"He did not-!"

"I did." Yukio cut in blandly as he turned a page in his book from where he was seated across them from the aisle.

"Oh... sorry. But seriously, a charging cable isn't even that heavy!"

"Can I borrow yours?"

"No. I said so five hours ago."

"Are we there yet?" Asked Sir Caller.

"NO WE ARE NOT-!" Began an irate Elleno just as a violent force shook the whole plane, sending several passengers who had not been seated flying, including Elleno who had just begun to stand.

Ray, who had just been returning from the bathroom, gave a rather high pitched screech as the sudden lurch sent him tumbling over a few seats, resulting in him landing on both Izumo and Shima.

"Hey! Get off!" Izumo spluttered, going red as she shoved the teenager onto Shima.

"Sorry..." Ray mumbled dizzily, seeing a double image of Shima. Since his eyes would not focus, he dazedly decided that the image on the left looked the best.

"Nah, it's alright." Shima cheerfully replied amongst the screaming of the other passengers, just as another violent force shook the plane.

Yukio hurried to the window, a sinking feeling in his gut as he looked out. Being so close to the infested part of America, this did not bode well.

Peering out of the window with apprehension, it was no surprise that Yukio was shocked to see a man wearing skydiving gear, holding up a cardboard sign with crudely written words scrawled on it, reading, 'I WAS YOUR PILOT' written in both English and Japanese.

Said man was then snatched by one of the many large, skinny flying monstrosities with bat like wings and an arrow tail, before promptly being carried off into the sunset.

Yukio, feeling both flabbergasted and horrified, unsure if it was the result of the terrifying monsters, or the pilot's blatant stupidity. Either way, they were probably screwed, since he didn't have any weapins that would be effective outside a plane flying at five hundred knots. He could only hope the co-pilot could fly them to safety.

"Hey, sir, look! I'm flying!" Sir Caller suddenly piped up cheerfully, seemingly hovering above his seat and half the aisle in a superman position.

Yukio ignored him, focusing on calming his frantic students and the passengers in general, as well as trying to not be flung into the ceiling of the plane. "Yes, I know we're losing altitude, but I'm sure the co-pilot knows what he or she is doing. They ought to know how to fly the plane-"

"DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO FLY THIS THING?!" Yelled the co-pilot, sticking his head out of the cockpit, whose nametag was hastily written with a ballpoint pen.

"Nevermind." Yukio muttered under his breath.

"I do!" Daku piped up cheerfully.

"Wait, don't let him-!"

"Stop him-!"

"NO!"

The door to the cockpit was promptly sealed before anyone could do anything to stop him.

"Is he even a pilot?" Konekomaru couldn't help but ask nervously from behind Shima's seat as he adjusted his glasses that had been askew from his tumble.

"He thinks he's one..." Ray laughed weakly, growing paler by each passing second as he held the front of Shima's shirt in a death grip. "I probably should get back to my seat, but I want to be seated when the plane starts imitating a roller coaster."

"What do you- oh." Konekomaru seemed to understand, turning slightly green.

Just then, the intercom crackled to life amongst the screams of the passengers and the rattling of the airplane. "Hello, this is your new pilot speaking, who's a hell lot more competent than the old one, and a whole lot more dashing if I may say so myself!"

"I BEG TO DIFFER!" Some of the current Cram School students screeched in despair just as they were flung to the side.

"ANYWAY... I need you all to calm down, sit tight, buckle your seatbealts, relax, and pray that the windows don't break, because the suspiciously hungry looking monsters outside are not about to kill you... I think."

The entire cabin erupted into screams as the voice in the intercom's speech got drowned out, before becoming audible again.

"So, we're about to make some small course corrections, so do expect... minor turbulance. But don't worry! I take safety very seriously! This is your pilot Daku signing off, so do have a wonderful ride!"

The click of the intercom was onimous, and a deafening silence followed.

"C'est la vie..." Tadashi mournfully declared.

"We're dead." Ray attempted to translate as he held on to Shima for dear life, tears streaming down his face in a manner that would have been comical, if not for the situation.

"That's life." Suguro corrected, feeling extremely uneasy.

0o0

"This is Nevada state Airspace control tower, Flight JP-126, please report your sta-" The flight manager cut himself off as he saw the said flight's holographic representation on the 3D map spinning around wildly, making erratic maneuvers, and flying way faster than a commercial aircraft should be able to, all at the same time.

"Oh, yeah, this is Flight JP whatever-number-"

"-126-"

"-yeah, whatever. We're currently heading towards you- uh, where's the airport?"

"Bearing forty degrees north north-west, one hundred and twenty nautical miles." The poor man could feel a headache coming on.

"Oh, thanks! And if you're wondering about our weird flying manuevers, it's because we are currently being pursued by these strange flying creatures. Don't worry, the passengers are fine!" This was said cheerfully, just as muffled screaming could be heard in the background. "Mostly, at the very least."

"Uh... alright. You are clear to enter Nevada. I've already reported to the airport about this... situation."

"Oh, cool thanks!" The voice chirped. "Bye, dude!"

The radio was disconnected, leaving the flight manager to wish for his shift to end faster, so that he may take a trip to the nearby bar to forget that this day ever happened.

0o0

Ray shrieked as the plane suddenly tilted vertically, resulting in any object that wasn't nailed down raining down on the unfortunate passengers.

Out of the corner of his eye, he witnessed Sir Caller being hit by a stray trolley. While he inwardly cringed, most of his brain functions were busy with trying to survive the flight so any concern he had for his fellow classmate took a rain check.

Fortunately, Shima had seemed to take the liberty of shielding the teenager he was holding from any falling objects, so dodging was the least of his concerns.

"Is that boy crazy?!" Izumo managed to find her voice as she held held onto her seat so tightly that the fabric was beginning to rip. "He's going to get us killed!"

"Oh, don't worry, sir." Sir Caller, who was now sporting a rather impressive bruise on his face, piped up as he climbed onto one of the vacant seats next to theirs. "Sir Daku is a very safe driver."

"How is this safe?!" Shima wailed, clutching onto Ray like he was a teddy bear.

"It's safe until you die." Sir Caller cheerfully explained. "If you dont die, sir, it's safe."

Just then, the co-pilot flew past them, screaming, halting the conversation.

"Oops! I didn't know that button unlocked the door!" Daku could be heard cackling away like a mad man. "I need a new co-pilot! Any volunteers?"

"Ooh, me! I've always wanted to fly a plane!" Sir Caller began climbing towards the cockpit.

"NO!"

"STOP HIM-!"

Before anyone could even do anything, the cockpit was locked with an onimous click.

"Aw, shit."

And thus, began the second phase of the most terrifying flight to have ever taken place.

0o0

"This is McCarran international airport, please state your flight number and venue of departure."

"JP- uh, what was it again?"

"JP-126, sir." A second voice piped up.

"Oh, thanks! Anyway, venue of departure was Japan, from Nagano, I think."

"Yes, because Nagano obviously as an airport, sir."

"Tokyo?"

"Ah, I see you've actually got a brain cell, sir."

The poor man who was currently manning the control tower seemed absolutely lost. "Uh... alright. But there's currently a long line of delayed flights, and so there is no available runways. Please mantain current altitude and await further instructions."

"Gee, thanks!" The first voice chirped."Landing now!"

"Wait, what-?! No, don't-!"

A plane flew past the tower at a speed impossible for a commercial airplane, landing on a small stretch of the runway before screeching to a halt in less than sixty meters.

The man gaped for a few moments, closely resembling a goldfish before he promptly decided that he was probably dreaming, and that this was sign telling him that he should quit his job.

0o0

Ray was dead. He was dead, and was now awaiting burial.

"I'm dead. I don't want to live on this planet anymore..." He whimpered pitifully as he lay face down on the floor.

After the flight was over, the teenager had disentangled himself from Shima who was passed out before dragging himself out of the cursed airplane. Half of the passengers were vomiting their guts out onto a grassy spot of land, while the rest were still passed out on the aircraft. Surpringly, only one abulance was actually needed, and that was only for the co-pilot's broken arm and nose.

Ray was still never taking an airplane ever again. Never again.

"Hey, sir!" Ray, still feeling as though the life was being sucked out of him, looked up and grimaced at how the sunlight just seemed to make his nausea worse.

Sir Caller, who was looking unfairly fine, was looking down at him, a rather greasy looking hotdog that he had bought from somewhere was positively dripping with butter in his hand. The greasy smell of the hotdog made Ray's nausea worse, and the teenager silently cursed his senior.

Sir Caller took a bite out of the greasy meat.

"If I may say so myself, sir, that wasn't the wurst that sir Daku can do."

"Get out." Ray scowled.

[A/N Look who's back! I'm so sorry I took so long to update, but I had a lot to do after my exams.

One, I had to help plan for a trip to Japan, which is where I am right now. Tokyo, to be exact.

Two, this chapter did not want to be written. I rewrote the scenes so many times, that I ended up with what you just read. And yes, I know there's a lot of humor. It will get serious later, but how later is the question.

Three, I was binge watching D.Gray-Man. It's a great anime, so don't judge. I had fun. I'm still sad about the Neah situation with Allen though.

I would say that I'll try not to make my updates take such a long time, but I have major exams next year. T_T

I'll try to update at least one more time this year, but no promises.Thanks for waiting, and see you guys next time!~ Gwntan12]

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Tadashi's eye twitched as Elleno continued to mutter things under his breath.

He wished he had bought a pair of earmuffs back at the airport. What was Elleno even doing?

Tadashi looked over Elleno's seat, about to tell the aforementioned male to shut up, before he stopped short, seeing what was displayed on Elleno's tablet.

Turning pink, Tadashi sat back down, his eye twitch getting worse.

"For the record, I'm totally not looking at porn. This is my biology project." Elleno quickly said in a slightly higher pitch than usual.

End