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Lieutenant Kokujouji Daikaku, Gold King, sighed and covered his lined face with an equally lined hand at the sight of the three young teenagers with the little tiny girl. He closed his eyes, exhaling, and opened them. They were still there. Damnit.

The whitehaired child was holding onto the edge of the coat of the redhead, and the wrist of the blond. The sandy-blond youth stood behind her, looking unthreatened and unthreatening, but also very protective. Like he would pick up the little girl if anything seemed to threaten her.

One more try. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes once again. After a silent count of three, he opened them. Still there. "Brats..."

The redhead stopped staring blankly and glared within a blink, the sandy blond picked up the child, although it might have been better described as wrapping his arms around her middle and holding her to his chest. A bit like a doll, like her clothing suggested. The blond shifted his purple sunglasses, sticking the hand unclaimed into his pants pocket, and slumped forward.

"You do realize you are all due to start that school in several years, if not this September," He fixed his gaze on the blond, the teen slouching a little more." Therefore you will not be able to provide proper care for her. As you are aware, the Kagutsu Crater incident has destabilized the only school in our country capable of teaching such things." The King paused to stare at the redhead. The boy didn't seem impressed, but returned the stare. "and for housing young Kings. You will be attending the British school." Which wasn't quite prepared for Kings, but had the best wards out of those three. Let that old man have the headache.

The blond lifted his eyebrows and the redhead groaned. Daikaku supposed someone didn't like English very much. "Since none of you are of age..." The sandy blond glares, tightening his hold on the little girl, and she lets go of the coat and hand to grip his wrists as much as her tiny hands can.

"Kusanagi Izumo," The blond stood up straight again, tension in every line of his body. "You are now the legal guardian of Kushina Anna." The girl turned to press her face into the sandy blond's chest, the boy smiling down at her. The king continued, noting the tension that drained out of the redhead as well. "Since you're not of age, she's listed as your younger sister. Once you are of age, she is your ward. Understandably, you're not to say anything of this. Once you are of age, Kushina Anna may change her name to be Kusanagi Anna."

The girl makes a small noise. "Suoh Anna."

"No."

"Then... Totsuka Anna."

"No."

"Kusanagi-Suoh-Totsuka Anna."

"No."

She was quiet for a moment. He hoped- "HOMRA Anna."

"No." He wasn't sure if the boys were the worst of the lot anymore. She turned to stare at the Gold King. For such a mask like face, she gave a great feeling of displeasure.

"When you are of age, you may change your name to whatever you like." This pleased her, and she nodded, turning back to the boy. He shifted to safely pat her on the head, and then looked up at the Gold King.

"King and Kusanagi-san will be leaving, so is Anna staying with me?"

The other two exchanged looks. "If the Gold King doesn't have other plans, you can stay in Bar HOMRA." Kusanagi Izumo replied. "Or my place."

The old man frowned at the small group. "A bar is hardly a place for a young boy and girl to stay. Your residence is not much better." 'King' could only have been a referral to the redhead, when the sandy said it, so it's that boy who glared hard at the man.

"Then where?"

Oops I'm alive. Yes, we're fully aware that we have altered the ages, and everything. If we were messing with years, we might as well make the ages suit better, eh?

I'm terribly sorry to all those who are waiting on my other fics, but K has eaten my brain and well. Go watch it.