This story begins with a letter. A very important letter. One that would change an already different Japanese boys life. You see, this letter was one addressed to Tsukiyomi Ikuto, and it was one that he had been waiting and hoping for all year, ever since he turned 10 years old.
The young Tsukiyomi knew his family was different. No other family outside of England, other than his, had ever received one of these letters. There has been much debate about why they have, but unfortunately nobody ever informed him of the conclusion. He thinks that it is because his family is completely pureblood. All pureblood, very powerful wizards and witches.
But we do not begin this story at the letter, when the young boy was 11 and started Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. No we join when he had turned 16, on his way to his 6th year. He had chosen the subjects that he wanted to do for his N.E. the previous month when he had received his O.W.L results. With most of his results at Outstanding, Ikuto had a wide range of subjects to chose from. But, due to his wanting to become a healer, he had taken the subjects that would prove most helpful to him: potions, herbology, defence against the dark arts, transfiguration, charms, and arithmetic (this because he was exceptionally good at it).
"Ikuto?!"
He heard his name being called and turned to look at the young woman running towards her, and grinned. Yoru, his cat that had always been small, sat perched on his shoulder and purred when he saw Hermione. "Hey," he grinned at her, picking his bags up, "how are you? What was your holiday like?"
"Busy", she replied, rolling her eyes, " lets get your stuff on the train before it leaves and I'll tell you all about it." Ikuto nodded his agreement, and loading his luggage into the luggage compartment the two of the most clever sorcerers at Hogwarts went looking for a compartment, joining Ron and Harry in theirs.
"So much has been happening since Voldemorts been back," Hermione looked worried,"even my parents, they're muggles, know something's wrong." "My parents live in Japan, and they know something's wrong," Ikuto grimaced. "They were tempted not to let me come back, but then they saw the grades I got and realised that I can take care of myself. But they're still worried. I have a feeling this is going to be a long couple of years."
The train ran through the countryside, and after a while the young Tsukiyomi got up to get himself a drink. He made his way further down the train to the refreshment carriage, and bought himself a coke. He was so glad that they didn't just have wizard refreshment but muggle as well. Making his way out of the carriage he brushed past Draco Malfoy.
"Mind where you're going, idiot!" In a flash Ikutos' wand was pressed against Draco's' throat.
"You should know better than to talk to me like that," he said, releasing Draco and pulling him into the supply cupboard behind him.
"I've missed you," Draco pushed his lips against Ikutos as Ikuto kissed back.
"Now I don't think that's the right place, do you, Mr Malfoy, Mr Tsukiyomi."
Looking up the two lovers saw the boy looking at them.
"What do you want, Mudblood?" Draco hissed.
"You appear to believe that your insults will offend me. Contrarily, they do not. They only confirm my belief that not all purebloods are brilliant wizards. I am, after all, the most clever wizard in this school. I agree that my place as the most clever sorcerer is tied, with no other than another muggle born," Sherlock paused, assessing their faces. "How does it feel to be joint second to two muggle borns, while both of you are purebloods?"
With a swish of his cloak Sherlock walked away.
Draco pulled away. "Sorry, but we're getting close to the school. Continue this in the common room?"
Ikuto nodded, and made his way back to Hermione to say goodbye and tell her that they would meet later in the library, as per usual.