I've changed this chapter so you probably want to re read since I added to it too. (10.10.12)
I've found that a lot of Asakiku/Kikuasa fics are set in Japan and for some reason Arthur's always a rich kid. So in mine it's the opposite, because in my fantasies it's always set in the Victorian era in England or/and Arthur isn't rich, just normal or poor. I think that should be how it is too since they're based off stereotypes, sorry to disappoint you but the majority of people in Britain don't live in mansions and are rich. I also find it annoying that they make Arthur buy stuff to win Kiku over as I really can't see this myself; I think Arthur would know better being an Englishman.
Kiku~ 1887
The young boy bent over the rails; reaching out as far as he could without losing his balance, squinting his eyes at the appearing city. He breathed in the salty air, the taste tinging his lips. He smiled as the bustling city gradually became clearer and clearer; docks full of ships and alive with people, the tall buildings behind them, in front of those, smoking factories and the ground crawled with more people
"What a magnificent city!" The boy awed to himself as the ship began to pull into the docks.
"Kiku-kun, are you ready? You've got around 5 minutes until the ship is docked. Make sure you have all your things" The boy's father appeared behind him, followed by his butler, Ludvig.
"Oto-sama, look, look, isn't it wonderful! It seems so much more alive than the last place we were at!"
"Yes, Kiku-kun. It certainly is more animate than our last dwelling spot, but please be careful, it can be dangerous, so you must never let go of Mr. Beildschmit's hand when we leave this ship. Do you understand?" The father said sternly to his fascinated son. It was followed by a nod from the butler.
"Haaiii! Oto-sama" The boy replied as he turned around with a massive smile on his face.
Allow me to explain. This boy, Kiku Honda, was the son of a very successful and rich business man, Takashi Honda. Originally from Japan and of Japanese inheritance, the two have lived in many places around the world in order to spread the father's influence. The mother had died at child birth but the father still greatly cared and loved his only son, a small boy of 5 years, with jet black hair, maroon eyes and a pale complexion like his mother. The two had recently lived in America, often trading with the owners of sugar plantations, vastly improving the business. The father managed to complete his task within two and a half years and so the pair, along with their trusted butler, Ludvig Beildschmidt, now moved to England, and planned to stay there quite a while. Where better to spread influence than one of the main docks in the world. They also moved to England so that Kiku could start going to school. The father had heard that England served the best education worldwide and so we are bought back to the present.
The dark haired boy was soon bustled off just as his father had predicted. He held the butler's hand tightly, trying to stay as close as possible for fear of being trampled by the hordes. He couldn't see much due to the towering crowd but still let out gasps of excitement. He noticed the difference in fashion, the difference in race, different smells and noises.
"Aah!" He exclaimed, tripping over a crack in the cobbled pavement. He fell on his knees, but still managed to clutch the butler's hand, tipping the broad man. Ludvig looked down at the small boy, smiled, then grabbed the small boy by the waist and plopped him onto his shoulders.
"Now you can see much better and you von't trip" the butler said picking up his case and continuing deeper into the crowd. All Kiku could do was gape. He could see horse drawn carriages and horse drawn buses even, splitting the crowd. They were being pulled by very graceful stallions; more beautiful than the ones he had seen ploughing the farms and plantations in America. He saw a small bakery, the smell of savoury bread drifted around him, making him feel hungry. He also caught sight of a tailor's and a cobbler's from which he could hear a faint sound of tapping amongst the clatter of citizens. Every so often he would hear the loud horn of a boat, which in turn he would catch sight of leaving or entering the port, skilfully slicing through the river, sailors docking and setting sail with grace and ease. They were moving further away from the river, to an area which had a designated pavement and road. Ludvig put his hand out into the road as a horse drawn carriage was passing. He sighed when it ignored him and carried on. The man driving the carriage shouting out "Sorry, I'm full"
"What are you doing, Mr. Beildschmidt? Why did you put your hand into the road?" The small boy inquired leaning over the man's head and looking at him curiously.
The butler stuck his hand out again after catching sight of another carriage coming down the road. He explained as he did this:
"I'm trying to "catch" a carriage so zat ve can go home"
The small boy still pondered over what he meant, his imagination getting the better of him as his head filled with fantasies of his butler tackling a carriage to the ground. They were soon shattered by the sound of stopping wheels on stone. The butler put his hands around the Kiku's waist again, picking him up and placing him inside of the carriage. He then told the driver an address before sliding in beside Kiku and putting the case on the floor. "Are you ready to see your new home, Young Master?" The butler asked the dark haired boy who was shaking with ecstasy and delightfulness. Wasn't the answer obvious?
After a, what seemed dazzling, 20 minute experience, the two of them arrived in front of a large manor house, the gentle ocean peacefully waving behind it. They walked up the pebbled pavement after paying the driver (quite considerably). Kiku hopped and jumped the 20 yards, amused by the crunching sound beneath his feet. He was so concerned with his feet on the ground that he didn't notice the butler stop in front of him. He bumped into the toned man, bouncing off and landing on his behind. The butler knocked on the oak doors and they began to open magnificently.
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