AN: Hi fellow Noblesse fans. I actually wrote this fanfic from a little dream of mine. It actually got me thinking 'What if Raizel was young and didn't have the power of noblesse at start?' Well, for some, the idea may suck but I guess we have our own thoughts. Hope you guys enjoy though. =) (and sorry in advance for the bad story writing)


Lukdonia was big. Ninety percent of it was covered in forestry while the remaining was for the mansions of the clan leaders. In that ninety percent of forestry, a young noble with black hair was running in full speed.

"Raizel!" A hooded noble shouted. "You dare run away from education!" It was coming from a mansion.

The addressee was silent although he heard the yelling from afar. 'I believe I had enough education in 200 years.' He continued running and skidding the bushes that were on the way. It was aimless. He doesn't know where he was going or how much longer until he reaches the coast of Lukedonia.

His running led to somewhere. A mansion that was in the dark. The moon was against it and the gates implied no entry. 'Maybe I can hide here?'

The mischievous noble walked, reaching the entrance and the inside. The mansion made Raizel's eyes widen. It was inspiringly large. Even larger than the ones he'd seen so far.

The chandelier in the middle of the room dangled as it was caressed by the wind. Two staircases leading to the middle of the upper floor was noticeable. Many doors anticipated the uninvited guest like it was to mislead them.

'No one's here.' His perception suggested.

It was barren. The silence only lingered throughout. Nothing hinted life. Not even the many doors Raizel opened thus far.

The first door he opened was filled with bookshelves that didn't suggest any usage. The second was a room with a well-designed body mirror and wooden desk. The third was a wardrobe complete with a set of black long coats and white long-sleeved and ruffled shirts. How the clothes were put into order left Raizel a little bit impressed.

He unveiled more rooms that had nothing in it. There really was no one there. A vacated building was a perfect spot for hiding but it was creepy and unsophisticated at the same time.

The final door was in front of him. 'Is this place really-' The door made no resistance as it opened. 'Abandoned…?'

The wind was strong and the humidity was relaxing. It was a nice room to let out some steam. All those air came from a single window. There was a man leaning on the edge of it, staring at the endless land.

Raizel's presence made the stranger look, or rather shift, towards the door. The stranger didn't glare nor stare. He just shifted his body and tilted his blind-folded eye like he can actually 'see' the one who entered.

The awkward absence of sound felt like it would go on forever. No one wanted to speak.

"You seem to be lost, young noble." Another man spoke.

Raizel flinched and jumped forward rather than back. The man speaking was behind him. 'I didn't sense his presence.' For now, he was on defensive.

They were glaring at each other, eye to eye. Raizel having scarlet eyes, just like any other noble, while the other had an emerald-hue.

Their gazes were wrong in so many levels. It's as if an albino man in his 20's was aggressively looking down on a 10 year old kid.

"You…..you're human." Raizel stood as he gained composure.

The butler-suited man just looked. "Master." He ignored Raizel's statement. It wasn't a question anyways. "Is this young one a guest?"

The man moved to his previous position as his blind-fold swayed with the wind. "Probably."

The servant resisted the urge to sigh. He bowed and took a step backwards respecting his master's answer. "Then I shall prepare some tea." He reached the door knob for an exit.

"Faust." At the mention of his name, the butler halted. "What is it, master?"

The-said master took his time thinking for 3 seconds. "Earl Grey would be nice."

A smile escaped Faust's lips. He knew that his master would choose that classic tea. "Most certainly."

With that, Faust went out of the room without an ounce of worry for leaving his master to a total stranger.

Raizel doesn't know what he will do or can do. At first he surveyed the surroundings thinking that it was a first step. Two sets of bookshelves on the left. Two sofas and one coffee table in the middle to the right. A typical European-style living room.

He caught nothing out of the ordinary with exception to the man staring from the window. He stared nonchalantly on the blond-spiky haired man. He was puzzled by him. He looks at the horizon like he can actually 'see' with a blind-fold. He accepted him in the mansion as a 'guest' even though he was supposed to be an intruder. And now, as he stares at him, he seems to be the loneliest person he'd seen in his 200 years of living as a noble. It wasn't pity that he was feeling but something rather similar.

"Feel free to use this mansion as sanctuary." Out of nowhere, the master spoke like he talked to the breeze.

A moment of surprise came for Raizel. 'He knew?' The seconds pass as he took the shock. 'No. This is...'

"Mind reading?" From within, Raizel disagreed with his statement thinking that it is impossible, or rather, rare and rude all at the same time.

The man in question didn't even shrug but instead tilted his head upwards to 'see' the vast sky. "What is your name?"

Raizel raised a brow. Now that came out of nowhere. "Cadis Etrama di Raizel."

"Primitus Aienstar." His voice, calm as the night.

The room was muted. Raizel's mind was processing. And an instant, he was caught off guard. 'Why did I say my name?!'

Primitus was silent. Silently laughing. His lips, curving to a small grin.

"You, that was mind control." The anger in his speech was minimal in contrast to how he wanted it to be voiced out. He knew that he can't raise a tone to this man named Primitus. Maybe it was just the work of mind control. That or personal restriction.

A knock echoed in the room. "Master, some guests have come." He paused. "Nobles looking for a 'runaway' young noble."

Raizel was on high alert. 'They're fast.' Or he just took too long in knowing the person in front of him.

When he returns to his mansion, he'll get an earful of sermon. Certainly no one wants that.

Now, he is left with a chance to confront his pursuers or he could still hide in the mansion he's currently in.

"Shall I grant them entrance, lord?"

"NO!" An instant reply. But the one who answered wasn't the man in question.

"I don't remember asking you, little runaway." The butler didn't take a minute to think of an answer. It was a rough call especially when it's human and noble conversation.

"You impudent-"

"It's what he said." Primitus didn't hear what Raizel was supposed to say. It was swallowed by his mellow-like voice.

The servant took in some air, trying to inhale some determination for his reply. "Not to question your orders, lord, but-" He took a second breath. "I believe it is not wise to shelter that child."

Primitus stood still with hands slipping to the pocket of his long-black coat. The wind got stronger causing the ruffles on his chest to dance with it.

He sighed as though releasing himself of the current problem. "Welcome them."

From behind the door was a breath of relief. "As you wish."

Raizel can't believe it. His last cover was blown. "Why did you let them in?"

Primitus wasn't the type to answer to questions that had obvious answers. He turned a deaf ear and bore his eyes through the wilderness

'And why are you looking at that small window like you can actually 'see'?' His questions seem to be more confusing as he thought of answers. Raizel can't read a reaction from Primitus.

"It'll rain soon."

A not-so-audible 'huh?' was on Raizel's throat. After that, the door opened that caused Raizel to suddenly turn back.

Two nobles came forward wearing a black hooded mantle. "Primitus-nim." Both of them bowed.

The small gesture of loyalty shot Raizel with impact. 'Such formality. Could it be-' There are two beings that govern the nobles as he learned from his teacher. First, the symbol of authority, the Lord that he knew was an old fart with a twisted personality and the other, the symbol of power… '-the Noblesse!'

He was surprised at his own answer. He never saw the Noblesse, not even on annual meetings. He didn't expect it to be Primitus who looked like he was only 500 years old or so. 'Looks can be deceiving as they say.'

Primitus raised a hand. The nobles stood-up. One tilting his head downwards. "We're very sorry for the sudden visit, Primitus-nim."

The other followed. "A young noble suddenly ran away in the middle of his class and we were tasked to bring him back."

Just like a choir, both of them were now synchronized. "We truly apologize for his intrusion."

Raizel didn't retaliate. He had no energy once that he found out that he was talking unabashed to the Noblesse. As he reminisced every word that he uttered up until now, the only comment he can say for himself was 'inelegant.'

"It's fine." Primitus sighed.

The nobles held Raizel in the middle of their formation like a criminal being escorted to jail. "Then, we shall take our leave."

All of them turned about-face. Faust ushered them to the door.

Primitus opened his mouth. "Raizel."

The boy froze. It was voluntary. No mind control was on him. He turned to display some respect he didn't care to show earlier.

Primitus broke to a smile. One that made Faust and Raizel widen their eyes. "Next time, you'll get an answer."

'Answer?' Raizel thought. He had so many questions so, which one was he talking about?

'Next time?' Faust almost face-palmed.

With that, Raizel and company got out of the mansion.

'To think he was the Noblesse...' He was hard on himself for not realizing this sooner. 'That was inelegant of me.'

He walked along with his companions until they reached the entrance of the Etrama mansion. As he took another step, he felt a drop of liquid touch his right hand.

He gazed at the night sky. Droplets of rain poured down slowly but gently on his face. It rained. Not too hard nor too softly. 'It's as he said.' His amazement seemed to have made him forget that he was about to be soaked wet.

'Maybe I will come again.'


AN: It's hard to put a dream into words. *sigh* I hope I wrote it right. I'm free for comments, suggestions and bad reactions. It really depends on you guys if I would continue this story/farce.

P.S: I'm still waiting for my potatoes.