Wow chapter two came by really quick don't you think so? I forgot to put in time breakers so maybe someone out there is a little confused, so this is my late apology...

I'M SORRY!

Anyway, I sort of left a cliff hanger on this chapter. You may now 'boo' at this cruel author. Reviews are much apreciated, but I don't like hate mail. My very own original time breaker is =D so pay attention or else you will get confused just like what I do most of the time (let's just hope that none of it is cut)!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hakushaku to Yousei, the characters in it, or the plot about Lydia finding the sword and whatever happens next, but i do own Jennie.


Chapter One: Traveling with a Fairy Doctor

In the outskirts of Edinburgh Scotland, a young boy stops and asks his mother, "Do fairies really exist?"

"They are just a fairytale, how can they possibly be real?" replies his mother. She lightly tugged at her son's arm to make him walk again.

"No! They're real!" says the 17 year old redheaded girl known as my sister, Lydia Carlton, popping up from the bushes and catching small leaves on her back. The mother stepped back and surprise distorted her motherly face. The little boy, although scared, was looking at Lydia wide-eyed. "Even though you can't see them, fairies are real!" Lydia tilted her head to the side and raised her left hand in the air with her index finger pointing. "If you leave a glass of milk on the window sill before you go to sleep, brownies will come to visit!" In the middle of explaining she closed her eyes and because of that she saw nothing in front of her when she opened them. The mother and son already walked past her. It's kind of comical if you look at it in a different light.

"Lydia, it's useless." Nico said, high on a branch on the tree I was hiding behind. Lydia gasped and turned towards us. "No matter how many times you tell them people who can't see fairies never will." Nico lay in a lying position with his head resting on his hand. "Even if they were to be kicked by a fairy, disbelievers would just think it was their imagination. Just take it easy."

I took one side-step out of my hiding spot and said, "But what you said on brownies was really believable, Lydia!" I said with a thumb up. I walked over to the back of her and brushed a couple of the leaves from her back

"Thank you," Lydia smiled sweetly at me as she said that. I don't know if it's because I got some leaves out of her or my encouragement, I hope it's the latter. I gave a happy nod back to her. Lydia faced towards Nico and said, "Say, Nico… Do you think there's any way to get people to understand what a fairy doctor's job is?" She looked a little frustrated and glum and I thought what I said cheered her up a little.

"I'm afraid I can't help you there," replied Nico. He got up to prepare to jump down the tree, and when he did he landed on the blue-green shades of the grass then got up on his hind legs. "The age where people seek wisdom from fairy doctors to solve their fairy problems are over." He walked over to where Lydia is.

"But, it's not like fairies have vanished." Lydia protested. I smiled to myself, sat on the grass and listened. It's not like I can't see fairies, which I can but even Lydia doesn't know. And I'm way more comfortable talking, but it's more interesting watching them talk, Nico especially. My mind finally wandered off when I saw the mailman. "They're right beside people doing both good or bad things." Nico flinched. "They just can't be seen." Lydia still hasn't noticed.

The mailman looked like he was going to freak out, but then he calmed himself down and said, "Excuse me." Lydia startled and looked towards the mailman. "There's mail for you." His eyes and smile were big, which even you can probably tell that he's finding Lydia a little crazy. I don't like this guy.

Lydia gasped. "I'm not alone." She tried to explain herself. "I was talking to the cat over there." She pointed at where Nico should have been. He already disappeared before he could get caught. And note that her back was facing me so it was doubtless that Lydia was going to explain by using Nico instead of me. "Not a real cat, but a fairy cat-" an exchange of glances and both of them had a few awkward laughs.

Now it's time for me to kick in. I hurriedly pulled myself off the ground and walked up towards my sister. "Gee, Nico has been such a bad cat lately. Even though you scolded him he just ran off like a fairy!" I said with fake frustration. The mailman nodded understandingly and Lydia heaved a sigh of relief, but new trouble came. A couple of brownies were playing with the mailman's bag.

"Hey, what are you guys doing!" Lydia said as if she was a mother scolding a child.

Not one second later I said, "Your bag!" I pointed my finger at it, eyes wide and with a blunt expression.

The brownies ran, leaving many letters flying out of it. The mailman gasped, I tried to stifle a laugh. To normal eyes, it would have looked like a freaky magic show.

"I'm sorry! Brownies loves playing tricks on people." Lydia said as the mailman quickly shoved his letters in his bag. He smiled nervously at her, handed me the letter, and ran off. Lydia watched him go, sadly. The wind blew, causing Lydia to be even cuter than she was before.

"Don't get depressed just because the new postman ran away again," Nico said, automatically appearing on the fence. Nico, you ruined the moment.

I nodded, agreeing. "And you didn't have to apologize, it wasn't your fault when the brownies blew the some letters to the ground."

She turned towards us. "It's your guys' fault," she frowned. How is it my fault? I playfully faked exasperation but Lydia ignored it and picked up the letter from my hands and read it.

"Jennie, Nico! It's a postcard from father!" she exclaimed happily. "He's inviting us to London!"

"You're going? London is a dangerous place," he said slyly.

"That's true," Lydia said thoughtfully. "But, even if I do meet a robber, I don't have much money, anyway."

"You got that right." Both of them laughed.

I joined in weakly. "And you have me to protect you!" I put an arm around Lydia and looked at the postcard. Something was missing in there- I frowned.

"Something wrong?" Lydia said, catching my negative glance at the postcard.

I used my right hand to cup around my chin, as I usually do when I am thinking. I lifted up the postcard from Lydia's hands and replied, "It's just that this postcard is addressed to you, Lydia." I held it up to the sun and squinted at it.

"Huh?" Lydia grabbed it from my hands and reread it. "Don't worry, he probably just means the both of us." She patted my back, roughly.

"It's not that I'm worried…" I trailed off. "Anyway, when do we leave?"

"Umm…" Lydia put a finger on her chin, sometimes her way of thinking. "I think dad already reserved the tickets. I'll go get it, and would you pack up for yourself and me?"

I playfully saluted and shouted, "Roger!" Lydia smiled while rolling her eyes, Nico just rolled his eyes.

=D

We left the next morning in a rush, Lydia being extra careful if we left anything running in the house. Then Lydia locked the house and put the closed sign on top of the sign that says 'fairy doctor'. Lydia's smiling face quickly distorted into panic. "We must hurry if we're going to make it to the ship on time!" She pulled my hand and ran, with one hand on her suitcase that held a dress, a nightgown, some money, a book, and a toothbrush, and the other tightly holding mine.

"Wait, Lydia! Don't be in such a rush!" I shouted, my breath already coming in faster. I need to go out more. Her pink and red dress ruffled furiously as we ran, and my brown one as well. My own suitcase, that held an extra dress, a nightgown, a toothbrush, and my small backpack which holds a whole mess of things. Finding out that it didn't hold up well, I cast a spell on my suitcase to make the capacity infinite.

Nico jumped on my shoulder and he almost slipped. "That's right," he said. "Next thing you know it, you'll trip!"

Lydia turned her head around to look at us while running, "Don't be sil-AH!" She tripped on an incoming rock. Nico jumped off of my shoulder as I quickly pulled on Lydia's arm and put my right arm across her stomach. I prevented her from falling, but I think I just knocked the wind out of her . She gasped and leaned forward, putting her hands on her knees. She looked at me weakly and said, "Thank you, Jennie."

I let go of her arm and stomach and smiled. "No problem!" I exclaimed. I crouched down to eye lever with her. "Did you get hurt?" I asked.

She shook her head and grinned. "I'm alright!" She grabbed hold of my hand again. "Now, if we just stand here all day then we will miss our ship!" We started running, with me leading the way.

It only took us a few minutes to get to the dock. "Which one is our ship?" I asked Lydia.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Jennie, you should wear your gloves, it's getting a little cold today." I did as I was told.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Carlton?" I looked towards the speaker he had brown hair, much like my own but mine is a little lighter and has black streaks, he wore a black coat and a silk gray vest with a white shirt underneath. A black bow held together the collar of his white shirt. He tipped his black felt hat and said, "Hello, nice to meet you. Up unto now, I looked after your father. My name is Huskley, I'm specially here to pick you up."

"Eh? Did father ask for you to come especially for us?" Lydia asked, astonished.

"I don't mind." He replied. "I originally had to come to this area for university matters…" Suspicious, he seems suspicious. "May I ask whom you are?" he inquired, indicating at me.

"My name is Jennie Carlton, Lydia's younger sister," I answered with a fake grin. He grinned back but I could see a faint shadow of surprise.

"Thanks Mr. Huskley. We are in your care!" Lydia said. "But… you seem to be very sure that I'm a Carlton, eh?" She meant her, because it seems Mr. Huskley doesn't even know who the heck I am!

"It's easy to attract attention for… two ladies traveling alone, eh? And added to that… your rusty-colored hair… Though I heard otherwise that it's red," he replied. That's it this guy is deemed wheat! I shall now call you Mister Wheat!

I looked over at Lydia, she smiled, but it was more like a pathetic, glum smile. She cutely pouted and took a lock of her hair to examine. I patted her shoulder and whispered to her, "Your hair is way to light to call it rust! Mister Wheat is just color blind!" She smiled and gave me her thanks before realizing I just called him 'Mister Wheat'. I walked ahead before she could scold me.

=D

After finally reaching the room we were staying in the ship, I quickly covered my face with sheets of the bed I claimed my own. "Nico, what are you going to do if Huskley comes back?" Lydia scolded. Indeed, if it was my first time seeing a talking cat, then I would have freaked out if I saw Nico sitting on a chair, reading a newspaper. Good thing I'm over it.

"Humph! I'm sick of pretending to be a normal cat!" complained Nico. "Besides, he was rather rude to a lady such as you. 'I knew it was you right away, Lydia, because of your rust-colored hair.'" Nico seemed pretty fed up with that.

Lydia softened her glare, picked up a part of her locks and looked at it. "It's okay. It's just my hair color. It's true after all."

I frowned. "Your hair color is more lighter then rust! And who cares what Mister Wheat thinks about anyway!" I sat up and folded my arms. "Lydia is very beautiful!"

"Mister Wheat? His hair is not even light brown, Jennie!" Lydia sighed. "And it's rude to call people nicknames…" Lydia looked off into space.

The atmosphere changed. Lydia, omitting an aura of low spirits and me seething with rage for Mister Wheat. Changing the subject, Nico pretended to be really interested in the newspaper heading. "A larcenist, who stole a great sum of money, is on the loose in London! He's a German accused of murdering a hundred people and committing a serial larceny in America. In his early twenties, blond, oh and ash mauve eyes."

Thud, thud, thud.

"Hey, Nico. Mr. Huskley is coming." Lydia whispered. Nico sighed, poor Nico.

The door opened and out came walking Mister Wheat. "Sorry to have kept you, Miss Carlton," he said. "I'll show you to the room Professor has prepared for you."

"But, this room is fine." Lydia said. I nodded.

"I already messed up the bed too," I said with no shame at all. I patted the bed I was sitting on nonchalantly.

He took Lydia's suitcase that was on the ground, "Really-," Lydia said.

"We are setting sail soon." He interrupted. Lydia silently agreed while Nico crawled towards Lydia and meowed. Why did his answer sound so suspicious?

I grabbed hold of my own suitcase and followed closely behind Lydia as Mister Wheat led the way. We went down the hallway and turned right, made a left, turned right again, went straight down, and finally reached our room.

"What's gotten into father?" exclaimed Lydia once we were alone in our room. Indeed, the room had white walls, two identical pure white beds, a desk and wardrobe on the left, and a perfect view of the ocean complete with pink curtains straight ahead of us. One side of the curtains was tied up, the other wasn't. I decided not to pay too much attention to that. A small table with two chairs was near the second bed. A few paintings hung on the wall. "What an expensive looking room." I nodded my head in agreement. "He'd normally invest his money into his research, right away." I walked towards the nearest bed and lay comfortably in its sheets.

"Well, whatever," Nico said. He examined the room, not moving just quite yet. He stretched and put two of his hands behind his little head.

"You're not suspicious, Nico?" I asked through blanket sheets. My eyes started getting heavy.

He shrugged. "Since the professor prepared it for us…" I didn't get to hear much after that. I was too preoccupied with soft blankets and sleep.

=D

The door suddenly opened, rudely awakening me. I opened my eyes groggily and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Sorry to bother you, Miss Carlton," said Mister Wheat. Now I just realized that a whole bunch of men were in the room and no Lydia or Nico in sight. "We heard that there was a pervert in this room and came to check it out."

"A what? I didn't hear anything!" but that's just a lie because I was sleeping. "Anyway, where's my sister?"

"They're escaping!" shouted a black hair guy at the door. I grabbed my suitcase and tried making a run through the door, but Mister Wheat held me down.

"The one who is the pervert is you!" I screamed. I kicked him in the ribs, making him choke. A whole bunch of people made a tried to make a grab for me once I entered the hallway, but I easily slipped past them until…

BANG!