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Kanda wished he could just fucking burn the fucking books to the fucking death. To the hell is it with waving wands up, the flick to the left and all that shit? Holu-mo-mo-whatever, he couldn't even pronounce half of the words in this goddamn book and he has yet to do an actual spell. Kumoi was dead as shit when Kanda comes back.

And to think he had to learn all of these shit by next Monday, which was six more days till. He discarded the book that was currently lying in his hands by, like the others, throwing it to the wall. He had bought around one hundred books, maybe even two hundred. (He was determined to make Kumoi pay, whatever way possible.) Half was currently either lying in the unread stack or being thrown against the damaged wall.

"To the hell with this book!" As of now, book number thirty five joined the rest of the other discarded books.

Two more days had passed since then. He had four more days to learn all the information on the books; damn Tuesday and Wednesday went by way too fast. So far, he was only able to read one for, at top most, thirty minutes before discarding it. That's how he spent the rest of Thursday and Friday as well. That meant he only had two more days to learn this useless shit. Finally, after millions of torturous hours, he was almost done. Damn, maybe when he was done, he could finally get some sleep. He was reaching to read the last book before he fainted right there and then. The last this he remembered was the extra ears and tail popping out before falling down on the luxurious bed.

"Dam...nit...ZZzzzzzz..."

Hey, not sleeping for three or two (or was it four) days tend to do that to you. Kanda was no self-abuser, but being the man he was, he preferred to finish such a small job before eating or sleeping. The last meal he had was from the morning of when he first bought those fucking books.

For four days straight, he did nothing but read. And read. And read. Well, he did stop to go to the bathroom once or twice. He didn't even bother to take a shower, eat or even take a nap! Well, truth to be told, he really didn't need to take a shower. He stayed inside the whole four days and did nothing but read. He still smelt nice; probably a bit like lavenders curtsy to bumping into a flower stale on the way to get his required items. (Or maybe not, he couldn't tell; his nose was a bit stuffed.)

Tired and, well tired, he fell into deep sleep.

The Japanese man slept soundly the whole night. His light breathing was barely heard, if even possible. His chest raised up and down, his heart beating in a faster rate. His body unconsciously curled into a tiny ball, curtsy to the cat within him. His ears that had popped out for no good reason twitched a bit before settling down. His wretched tail was a different matter though.

The long, fluffy, black tail swung back and forth in the air. It wouldn't settle down. Of course, Kanda didn't know that. He was in his own little world. A cruel and cold bitter world.


Kanda's Dream/POV

I didn't know where I was and I really didn't care, I just wanted out. I've been walking around this stupid field of flowers for hours. Or at least I think so. The annoying smell of cherry blossoms was getting to me. My damn legs were getting tired with each step. It felt like I was walking on a nail path bear footed. The chains that chained my arms together seemed to be getting heavier every second. It felt like two anchors were stuck to each arms. Fuck.

My hair felt heavier, and that's when I noticed it was getting longer. It touched the floor and grew at least around one or two more feet, dragging across the fields of flower. I didn't know why, but I kept on walking. My body grew smaller and smaller till I was at least four feet. That baka Moyashi would be having a field day to see me like this right now. I bet he would die laughing. My arms became thin and fragile, causing the chains to slip down, but stay in tack. Damn, I thought that the large chains would just slip off. That would have made my day a little better.

"Ku ku ku...Kanda, Kanda, Kanda-chan...How are you?" I turned my head to the right so fast, I think I heard my neck crack. I remembered that voice. That high pitch, squeaky little voice.

"You bitch!" The 'cute', little girl was sitting in a tree branch, swinging her legs back and forth, the tiny bells on her ankle high hills, jiggling with each swing. Her short amber hair rose slightly up, defying the law of gravity. Well, she was a damn bitch- opps, I meant witch. They tend to break laws of physics a lot of times.

"Ne ne, Kanda-san, you shouldn't say that. A proper lady must have great manners." She was lecturing me like a fucking baby. And there she goes again, like the first time I met her.

"I'm no fucking 'lady' bitch! And you bastard, take this fucking curse of me!" I yelled back at her, not like I usually do. I'm usually calm and sophisticated, but hell, she gave me a fucking cat tail and ears, the hell was I supposed to feel? That and she keeps calling me a girl. If anybody deserved to be called a girl, it was Moyashi. Now there was a fucking girl.

She looked back at me while I was teaching an imaginary class the difference between Moyashi and a real girl. Not much was different. She smiled at me. I felt like I was being violated as she looked up and down at me. Fucking little bitch.

She snapped her French painted nails and I felt my body getting a lot lighter. The goddamn chains were gone, but I still felt weak. "Now, now, just calm down. Now Kanda-chan, how are you? Liking my world yet?"

Her world meaning this stupid magic place and the fucking robes. Oh, the fucking wands too. I 'T'che'd' and looked away.

She pouted, and stood up. "Oh well, only time would heal such a wound." Again with her fucking riddles. Ever since I'd met the mother fucker and she gave me those damn ears and tail, I've been having these same kinds of dreams almost every nights. She appears, and I always seem to get small like a child. Then, she disappears with only a few riddle like phases.

She disappeared. "Goodbye, don't forget me, Saharahime-sama..."

Every night, I always wonder who Saharahime-sama. That's what she always says, 'don't forget me.' Just, what exactly did she mean? Damn girls and their weird minds.

I woke up.

End of Kanda's POV/Dream


Kanda looked around the room. It was still unusual for the Japanese man to wake up in a wizards hotel room. Just...really weird. He gave a sheepish laugh to himself as he looked at the trashed books everywhere. Books, books, books. That was the only thing visible. Well, that and his Mugen. The sword lied over a heap of unread books. Fuck. Kanda cursed in his head.

He stood up and grabbed a white comb inside his bag. He brushed his long hair, careful not to tug so hard on the knots, not that he had any. He brushed up, then down, in a slightly diagonal angle and other more complex techniques.

He would never let anybody know this, but when he was a child, with Teidoll and all, they had visited an American family. The family worked in the hair styling industry, so for the two weeks they stayed there, Teidoll at work and Kanda was left behind, the woman of the house thought Kanda was a girl and taught her, umm him, the art of hairstyling. Kanda, being his usual up tight respectful self, couldn't refuse the overly hyper woman and agreed. It was two weeks he never wanted to repeat again. Never. No way. Go burn in hell and then get eaten by a fucking shark, then burn in an oven.

The imaginary knots out and his silky long hair tied to a high ponytail, he struggled to cut his bangs. (Luckily he found an old pair of scissors in the drawer beside his bedside.) They had grown so they reached to the tip of his long lashes, and his side bangs reached a little bellow his graceful ears, a single black gem glistened as the morning light shined upon it. He growled as he found out that his hair took a lot to cut, so bothered not to cut it anymore. He didn't see the use of cutting it; besides, he had better things to do. (Well, not really.)

He got out of his baggy black shirt, his lean and toned chest showing to the world. He tossed it in his bag as he reached over to his book covered bed for his black, skin tight, muscle shirt. The fucking thing only reached to the top of his stomach since Kumoi's newest experiment, the perfect laundry soap, was a proto type and it actually ended up shrinking his clothes. Kanda happened to be washing all of his shirts, and only his shirts, at the time. The whole load contained all his ten, expensive, custom made training shirts.

In the end, Kumoi shrunk all his shirts. Kanda almost killed him, but Kumoi promised to buy Kanda twenty new ones. It would take a few weeks, but before Mugen could slice the Chinese man, Kumoi had reasoned with Kanda that he still had his pants, boots, underwear's (it's boxers ladies), two jackets and a few high socks. Kanda could just wear his jacket over his shrunken clothing, unless he was being too sissy about it, he reasoned. He, Kanda, 't'che'd and took off, muttering that the Moyashi was the sissy one.

After removing his baggy shirt and replacing it with a muscle shirt, he took of his night pants revealing his black and blue checkered boxers. He quickly replace his night pants with a pair of baggy black was a little hole over his butt (it was quiet unnoticeable if you ask me) just in case his tail pops out. Kanda had found out how tight his pants got with the extra body part, having to embarrassingly remove his pants the first time it happened. The pants were breathable and easy to move around in, but the chains that Lenalee attached to them (and his other pants to when she was at her fashion phase) were slightly bothersome. Oh well, there was a saying that goes 'Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn', and Lenalee sure proved that saying true. Poor Lavi, not that Kanda gave a fuck. He could die in a hole for all Kanda fucking cared. If only.

He finished changing, now only sliding his legs into his combat boots, and grabbed his bag. He had tossed the stupid books in a huge bag he had bought the other day. At least the stupid bag was useful for something, unlike the stupid rabbit and the freaking beansprout. He left the big bag of books right by the door, and grabbed his usual smaller bag.

"Tch, what time is it anyway?" He peaked at the tiny clock across the wall. "Nine A.M.?"

Yup, it was nine, far longer than when he usually wakes up. He usually wakes up around four to five every morning. Damn, because of all the studying he did, he woke up a lot later. The Moyashi would already be up and running around the headquarters by now; this morning was becoming so fucked up already. And the Moyashi isn't here, nor was the rabbit, yet his life was still sucking.

He strapped Mugen to his side and the bag to his back. He threw the large jacket over his thin frame, covering his cute butt, and zipped it all the way up. The headband that kept his little, ahem, secret covered stayed on the whole night. Well, he took it off earlier when he was tidying up his hair, but quickly replaced it back on.

He went down stairs; girls giggling when they purposely brush pass him, and guys staring at him like he was some kind of extra rare meat. Kanda inwardly shivered at the thought.

He ordered some French toast with some strawberry and whip cream. The waitress nearly fainted from his voice. She did trip at least four times before giving the cook the order. Finally, after almost an hour, he had gotten his food. Damn did it smell good. He usually didn't enjoy sweets, but at times like these, he would even eat cake if that's the only thing he had.

"Hey, my kid got into Ravenclaw yesterday. Could you believe it? I thought he was going to be in Hufflepuffs for sure! What about you Jean? What did your kid get into?" A group of men around their mid-thirties sat and ate their breakfast together. Kanda knew that he should keep in tack of his surroundings, so he kept track of who was in the area and what they were talking about.

The group of the men's conversation just happened to catch his interest. 'Hmm.. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, now why does that sound familiar?' Kanda ate already half of his pancakes.

"My lil' one got into Hufflepuff! She sure has a kind heart, that one! Can you believe their all grown and going to school already?" The group of men laughed and joked with ear others, talking about which house their kids gotten too.

'House? ...Oh fuck!' Kanda dropped his fork, slightly thankful since he hated the feel of the foreign utensils. He called the nearest waitress, or in this case, the closest waiter. He blushed and stuttered as the beautiful man-woman called to him, the clumsy new waiter.

"Ye-yes ma'am? Wha-what can I-I do for you?"

Ignoring the 'ma'am' comment, Kanda still glared at the boy holding his headband down, which some people started at confused, and as if on habit, glared at the young boy. "What day is it?"

"U-Umm...It's Tu-Tuesday M-miss..." The man felt strangely more uncomfortable under Kanda's intense glare.

Kanda was slightly panicking inwardly, so much that he ignored the 'Miss' comment. He reached into his many pants pocket and threw a large sum of cash at the table. He bolted out so fast, the waiter could barely see him.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! The hell did I sleep for so long?" He pushed pass many people, receiving unwanted attention and old people muttering about how rude and ungrateful young people were these days. Good thing they were all old and have such blurry visions or they might have seen the black pair of cat ears and long tail on him.

Kanda didn't even know that his ears and tail popped out. Great, he just lost one of his headbands. Fuck, the only pair he had left had been 'modified' by Lavi. The fucking rabbit modified it before Kanda left, and when Kanda found out, he was already at England. He would have to wait to get home to kill the rabbit. He had two pairs. A plain black one, the one he just lost, and a white one. It would have been okay, if Lavi hadn't had Lenalee sew in a pseudo white cat ears. Great, he already had one that he didn't want (and nobody but him and the little witch knew) and now, he has a headband that contains a fake pair of what wished to get rid of. God just hated him right?

He rushed pass the clerk and up to his room. He checked the clock. Nine, forty-five. FUCK! He grabbed the bag that contained the numerous books he bought and made sure Mugen was strapped on safely, so he wouldn't have a chance to be stolen or lost, and the bag that contained some of his clothing and such. He ran (jumped) down the long stairs and dumped another large sum of wizarding money to the little clerk.

He ran out so fast, he didn't see the shock face of the old clerk nor did he remembered that he had forgotten his map to Hogwart. Fuck...


Hogwarts-

Harry Potter and his two best buds, the genius Hermione Granger and the gluttony Ron Weasley, were having the worst day ever. It seems that the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher hasn't arrive yet and Professor Dumbledore had assign Snape as the temporary teacher until the unknown professor arrives. Bloody hell. In just a day, Snape had taken a total of fifty points from Gryffindor. Oh how they all loathed that man. Death Eater or not, Harry was convinced that that man was evil.

So far, he and everybody else had managed to get through the first day and were now in the second.

Divination was just as weird as usual, but now, the weird coot, instead of seeing his death first, said something about a new enemy or something. Oh well, nobody but some of the girls really listened to her. Transfigure turned out pretty easy. They had some review from the first year. They were in their seventh year already. Potion, well, Slughorn was okay...He wasn't mean, but he wasn't really fun to watch. Only Hermione managed to get the potion right. Typical Hermione.

But the potion was a weird one. It was like a truth potion, yet it makes you act all, well, not yourself. Say, if Hermione took it, she would be acting most likely dumb and blurting out the whole truth to whatever anybody asks her.

Good thing only Hermione got it. If Draco did, theirs a likely chance he would slip it into the golden trios drink at dinner or something. He would make sure to get many embarrassing secrets. Oh, that would be a field day for Malfoy!

Harry almost gave a low growl as he spotted Snape inside the classroom. Hermione punched his arm before he could. Ron just glared muttering about a bloody git.

Snape glared towards Potter and his pousy. Oh how he hated that boy. "Class, today, we would be learning the *Avolio spell. Wands out."

The Slytherins grinned as their house head mentioned that spell. It was an old Slytherin spell, where almost nobody but Slytherins could perform. Oh this would be fun.

Harry and Hermione watched as the Slytherins grinned. They knew something was up, but didn't know what. They had a gut feeling telling them this was going to be a painful lesson. The other Gryffindors took out their wands since they had no idea what was about to happen. As all the students took out thier wands, Snape paced back and forth the front of the room. He suddenly stopped in the middle of the front where everybody could clearly see him. He held his wand up.

"Now class, who knows what the Avolio spell does?" Nobody from the Gryffindor house, well, besides Hermione, raised their hands. The Slytherins smirked. "Ah, how about you Mister Potter?"

Harry could feel his blood boil. Snape had always picked on him ever since he first came here. He shook his head lightly and tilted his head down; he didn't want Snape to see his glaring hard at him. "N-no, I don't Professor..."

Snape flicked his cape- er, robe, as he walked away. "I presumed you didn't. Anybody else?"

His small beady eyes landed on the Slytherins side. They grinned as they all raised their hands. "Ah yes Miss Parkison?"

The tiny pugged face girl gave a smug look towards the Gryffindor as she spoke her answer. "The Avolio spell allows it user to project his enemy's most recent or deepest such secrets. It immobilizes them as well. Though, only special selected people could do it, most are from the Slytherins."

Snape grinned at his students. "Exactly! Twenty-five points for Slytherins!"

The Gryffindor house mates gaped in shock and anger. That man took more than fifty points yesterday from Gryffindor for doing almost nothing, and he dare gives his own house half the amount of points just from answering one question? Bloody Snape should burn in a bloody hell. Ever Gryffindor agreed, even Hermione.

Snape had decided to teach the class the ancient spell by having them face each other. Slytherin versus Gryffindor. Great and everybody knows who Snape wanted to go against whom. Harry Potter, the Boy-who-lived, were to go against Draco Malfoy, the heir of the Malfoy family.

"Potter, Malfoy, you're up first." Harry walked up to the front, just as Malfoy did. They glared at each other as they walked up to the front. The Slytherins couldn't help but laugh a little as they found Potter against their very own Malfoy. There was no way Harry could beat Draco when the only spell they could use were only usable by (mostly) Slytherins.

Snape had conjured up a bigger space, a mini arena to be exact, for Harry and Draco. The arena was roughly the size of half a football field, a good enough space to hold a fight. "Get in you positions." And so Draco and Harry did. The two boys held up there wands, ready to aim. "Ready." Snape stepped out of the arena, careful not to be hit by a stray spell. He didn't need these kids to know his secrets and all. "Go!"

Draco smirked as he watched Harry try to cast the spell, but failing to do so. The other Slytherins laughed. The Gryffindors watched in worry, there was no way Harry could win against a match using only a Slytherin spell.

"Argg! Work! Avolio! Avolio! Damn you work!" Draco laughed at how idiotic Harry looked yelling at his wand. Stupid fool, the spell won't work for him. He pointed his wand towards the frustrated Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. With a sly smirk, he chanted the spell.

"Avolio." Calm and cool, the Slytherin girls sigh at the sexy sight of their house's Sex God. Oh how they would love to him in their skirts. And pants for the homosexual Slytherin boys. Hermione bit her lip as Ron held her back. If she went to help Harry, Snape would surely take around a hundred points if she did. She and the others could only watch as Harry's most sacred dreams and memories.

The images and moving sites of Harry and his parents together was showed around the room. It was like a slightly translucent curved screen, the film surrounding him in a circle. There was his friends, his dead family, the Hogwart teachers (except Snape and such), the Weasley family and some strange creatures he had met before. The Yule Ball, the fourth year's tournament, everything. It lasted around a minute, but to Harry, it felt like eternity.

Now everybody knows his deepest secrets, his most prized memories. He felt like crying, but he didn't. He glared at Malfoy and Snape. The two duos looked like they just won the wizarding lottery.

"Th-thank you Mr. Malfoy, That was a great demonstration." Nobody had ever seen Harry so piss and Snape so jolly. It looked like he was laughing. It was strange and creepy to see Snape smiling. It was almost like Draco in a speedo. Wait better yet, Hagrid bald. Yes, like that.

The rest of the class, no, the day, was horrible. Every Gryffindor was being teased and all, the Slytherins having a field day to torture and bully the Gryffindors in an unfair match.

The second day of Hogwart was starting to be the worst day of Hogwart.


Kanda refused to ask for directions. Now way in hell was he going to do that again. No fucking way.

Even though unbeknownst to him, he had been wandering around the Forbidden Forest for almost a few hours now. Surely school had already ended and he was now two days late. Fuck, if Moyashi of Lavi ever hears of this, he would never hear the end of it.

Though he usually didn't have a problem with carrying his stuff, the weight of the books was killing him. Why did he have to buy all those goddamn books anyway? Oh yeah, because or the goddamn Kumoi. Shit, Kumoi was starting to go up higher on his 'must kill' list. The red rabbit and Moyashi were currently tied for first places as of right now.

His tired feet carried him to an open land. Finally he thought. He saw a large castle just a few hundred meters (give or take a few meters) away. The large castle almost reminded him of something, but he didn't know what. It felt like de javu in a sense. He had a feeling this was Hogwart. Oh who the fuck cares.

He just kept on walking, this better be fucking Hogwart or Mugen was going to have fun tonight. His Innocence was still tightly strapped to his side, his bag of clothing and such on his back, though slightly near forward left, and the fat ass bag of dumbass books on his back, carrying it like Santa and his bags of toys.

Just before he was around a few more hundred meters to the huge castles, he stopped. He didn't even need to look at who it was to know the person was. "You're Albus Dumbledore." It wasn't a question. Kanda never met the man, but he had a vivid description of him and he was sure the man behind him was the man named Albus Dumbledore.

"Oh yes, and may I presume you are Mr. Kanda Yuu?" The jolliness and strange sweet aura reminded Kanda of someone. Almost like, Moyashi. Cheerful, hyper, and has a sickly sweet feeling around them. Kanda turned his head slightly to the right. That was where Albus was. Kanda gave a small nod.

"Oh yes, now let's get you to your room!" The old man walked towards the castle, Kanda behind him. Why couldn't they have anybody younger to show him around, not that he had anything against old people. Weren't old people supposed to be at bed around this time already? Wasn't it already like almost midnight? Oh well. He followed the old man.


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