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Welcome back to Kaleidoscope. I just had to write this again. So as always, I hope you enjoy. :D

Emily and Kirron returned back to their spacious and luxurious sweet in the dormitory quite late in the afternoon. It was nearly early evening. Emily didn't know how the meeting went; for Kirron ordered her to hang around in the lobby until he was finished, but whatever happened wore him out. Sprawled along the living room couch, his hand fished for the remote while his other hand worked to unbutton his jacket. Once pulling it from his body, he tossed it over to Emily. The blond was standing at the coffee table awaiting her next command before catching the red blazer. She hurried on to his room to hang it on his coat rack, and then ran back to Kirron. Having already been scrolling through his playlists on YouTube, the albino tossed her his keys. Emily retrieved them in confusion, giving a questioning cock of the head and a blink of ultramarine eyes. "Want me to pick up something for you?" She asked.

"No." The next thing Kirron handed her was his wallet, "I suggest you go out to eat because I'm way too tired to cook anything right now. If you see something you like; which in your case would probably be some derpy stuffed animal, go ahead and by it." Emily blushed at his oh so very true comment, planting her hands on her hips. "I'll have you know that stuffed animals make everything awesome. But you're saying-"

"Yes." Kirron huffed, "Go enjoy yourself for a while. Buy anything but clothing." He looked up with a smirk and added, "You know that's my department. Spend no more than two hundred fifty dollars." Emily's cheeks reddened as she glanced away with a tiny giggle. "May I bring Pandore along as well please?"

"Sure go ahead." Kirron moaned, dismissively waving a hand and rolling on his back. "I don't want her around anyway."He pointed at the wallet she held twice. "But remember that is for you."

"Mr. Kirron, are you feeling okay?" Emily wondered.

"Peachy. Be sure to take that stupid wolf of hers too." Kirron grumbled irritably, closing his eyes. Emily nodded politely with a small bow before skipping off to Pandore's room. Kirron had opened his eyes just to watch her. "Be back no later than ten!"

"Yes Sir!" Emily called. She couldn't resist the bounce in her step as she hopped giddily in the direction of Pandore's room. She could whole-heartedly say that Kirron had never let her do this before. Her heart was pulsing with excitement. In the back of her mind she worried that he wasn't feeling well, though she wasn't sure why. Blame it on her kind nature. Letting her go out she could fathom, but letting Pandore get out and have fun? She was at the said girl's threshold in no time, trying to look cool for no apparent reason by leaning casually against the doorframe. Pandore was sitting on the bed, one pale hand dragging a brush through her tangle of raven tresses while the other bunched the fabric of her white bustier dress. Just by looking at their rooms, one could easily see the significant difference there was between the way Kirron treated Emily and the way he treated Pandore. Emily's room was big and bright, completed with a bunch of beautiful windows and floral decor. She had a small office type area where she could work on her homework, journalisms, or anything else of the like. She also kept the few books Kirron would moderately bring back for her on the dark oak of her desk. Little stuffed animals that she managed to collect were piled along her bed pillows and her jewelry box was left to lay on her bedside table. Her wardrobe was lined with nice dresses, expensive blouses, cute skirts, among others. Pandore's room was similar in architecture, but a lot more vacant. It took her a while to notice Emily. "Hi." She greeted emotionlessly.

"Hey Pandore! Get yourself ready cause Kirron's letting us go out tonight!" Emily cheered. The less than joyous nod from Pandore that followed was expected but still thoroughly baffling to Emily. Pandore moved to sift through her closet of plane as a tent dresses. Emily retreated to her room to rummage through her own closet of refined items. Settling on a burgundy dress rimmed with lace and frills, a pair of black stockings, and a matching cardigan. She fished through her jewelry box. Her thoughts drifted to Pandore as she went through her accessories in the bathroom. The girl used to be a Rebel before Kirron apprehended her, so one could only imagine how upset she was. Even still, Emily wished she would've perked up at least a little bit at being able to go out, but she wasn't surprised. Pandore was near impossible to cheer up.


Annie's blue eyes fluttered open to reveal that her stiff body was no longer crumbled on the grass of the courtyard. No, she found herself lied out on a living room couch. She stretched and twisted around a bit, before sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge. She gasped lightly, as she didn't at first notice the other person occupying the room as well. He sat in a chair angled slightly from her couch. He seemed to be drifting off to sleep, eyes closed with a hand tangled in his sea blue hair styled into an undercut. He was half-hazardously curled up in the chair with an arm thrown along his thigh. He was pretty cute as far as guys went. Still, Annie wasn't much of a socializer. Guys especially made her nervous. So she decided on just leaving without waking him. She stood up, but a slicing pain went shooting through her legs and chest. She collapsed to the carpeted floor with a squeak and a loud thud. She gasped once more, violently rolling on her side to see if she had awoken the dozing male. She had. In fact she startled him. He had jumped and sat up quickly, blue eyes darting around the room in an inspection. "Annie, are you okay?" He quizzed as his eyes fell on the fallen albino, hurrying from the chair.

"Oh uh I ... well ... J-Jasper ..."Annie struggled to tag the right words, her cheeks warming bright red to have Jasper courteously lift her up and settle her back on the couch. Jasper spun to sit on the armrest of the couch. Posing his chin in his hand he urged, "Uh huh?"

"Uh um, yes. I'm fine I guess." Annie stuttered, her sapphire gaze shifting to her lap. "What happened?" She asked.

"Basically you've got one less Regalia to worry about." Jasper yawned, tucking his arms behind his head.

"Ah, thank you very much." She spoke shyly,

Jasper repressed a sigh. He wasn't that scary, was he? "So um ..."

"Um, could you take me to the school's courtyard?" Annie requested kindly before he could say anything.

"Sure." Jasper slid from the armrest, "What's there?"

"Well, there's this guy," Annie started, "He's awfully secretive but ... if I wait for him there, he'll come and heal me from whatever I suffer."

"Hm, he wouldn't happen to be a half timid half aggressive demon named Spandel Phillips would he?" Jasper asked, "Dressed in all black and covering his body in a long hooded cloak? Oh yeah, he always has this little chinchilla with him."

"That's him!" Annie confirmed.

"You know anything about him?" Jasper queried, lifting Annie onto his back and whistling for Rocky. The Labrador came scampering to his ankles in no time.

"Not much." Annie mused, blushing pink as she twined her arms around his neck. "He doesn't talk to me usually. I only know from what I've seen of him that he can heal, likes the color black, seems terribly exhausted, and refuses to share his political opinions or position."

"Seems like a Regalia to me." Jasper remarked as he carried Annie from the dormitory, "He's the director's nephew, not to mention how confident he is about his strength."


The courtyard was empty, illuminated by the sunset and filled with nature's sweet cooing. Annie patted around in a circle, a stream of blue flowers blooming wherever she stepped. Jasper leaned back against the courtyard's uncomfortable wooden gate. His arms were crossed in patience as he looked around the peacefully empty outdoors. A few minutes later, his eyes widened with a brief gasp to see a spiraling of dark clouds. Once they faded, the alluding Spandel who had crash landed splat on his face in the grass was left in their place. Annie couldn't stifle her giggle and nor could Jasper. Spandel sat up with an exasperated groan, his hair falling back into his eye as he dusted himself off. The chinchilla Jasper spoke of earlier appeared in his lap via a purple flurry. He nuzzled at Spandel's stomach humorously.

"Haha, need some help?" Jasper chuckled as he skipped over to extend his hand out in assistance, innocently; once more, Spandel noted. The demon tilted his head an awkward way to give Jasper this rejecting sort of dull expression. His gaze traveled down to the younger's outstretched hand, lingering there for a moment.

"Once again, I don't bite." Jasper grinned with an easy shrug. Spandel replied by twirling strands of inky black hair around his index finger in no particular fashion and gradually rolling his eyes. Once realizing that was truly quite rude, he bitterly murmured a "For sakes above my display was fatuous," and hesitantly grabbed Jasper's awaiting hand. He contemplated their loosely interlaced fingers for a long while, before tightening his grip and heaving himself up with the help of Jasper's support. There was a certain fervor to his touch, though Jasper couldn't pinpoint what or why it was exactly. Spandel drew his cloak around his body before Jasper could even hope to get a glimpse of what kind of figure he possessed. He bowed graciously. "Thank you Jasper." His voice was soft and urgent. The Rebel dared to ruffle his hair with a smile. Annie waddled to Jasper's side, her hand grasping his forearm to steady herself. Spandel perceived her existence immediately. He beaconed her to him. Annie hobbled in front of him obediently. Jasper eagerly leaned forward, wondering how this whole healing process worked. He hoped to experience the thing consciously first hand at some point, but watching and learning would do for now. And perhaps he could get a word in with the healer afterword.

"Where is your pain most prominent? Your chest and thighs maybe? It feels as though your back is rather vulnerable as well." Spandel analyzed thoughtfully.

"Mhm." Annie nodded. Spandel hummed, swiveling around behind her and falling to his knees. Placing both hands on her shoulder blades, he tipped his head back a fracture and closed his eyes. Starting with a sharp inhale, he regulated his breaths to drop much deeper and slower. A gold shine began to ripple from his palms and Jasper saw Annie squirm a bit. Was it uncomfortable? Spandel rose momentarily, coming back round in front of Annie and querying to approach more personally. Annie declined with an apology. Spandel gave a nod. He pressed a hand to his heart and pointed his free one at Annie's. Tipping his head a bit again and regulating his breathing, he seemed to tense far more than last time. A flash of gold flew from his body and entered Annie's. Annie smiled as her pain vanished in a manner of minutes. "Thank you." She whispered. She moved to grace him with some healing magic of her own, but he sprung away from her before she could.

"Thank you Jasper. I'm gonna go home now." Annie informed.

"Sure. Want me to drive you?" Jasper offered. The albino shook her head, briskly trotting for the yard's front gates.

"Be safe!" Jasper called with a wave. He turned to look at Spandel. Spandel was quietly puffing now, swearing curses in another language as he clutched his heart and sat himself down against the bass of a nearby fountain. He appeared to have forgotten Jasper's being, flushing beamingly at his concerned countenance. In the end, all Spandel could do was laugh. His embarrassment melted into charmed mirth. This greatly confused Jasper.

"I see your familiar suits you well." Spandel warbled adoringly, putting a hand over his mouth.

"What?" Jasper tossed a glance at Rocky, who was aimlessly running around and clawing at his ankles.

"That look!" Spandel sputtered jubilantly, "You resemble a puppy when you give that look. Truly, it's ridiculous. It's so adorable, remarkably so!" He reached out to stroke Jasper's cheek but had jerked back instead. Jasper was now chortling too, a hand casually rubbing at the back of his neck. He did notice Spandel's abrupt opposition to touching him. He'd question it later though, along with the multiple other questions he had. "No one's ever really told me that before." He giggled.

"No?" Spandel peered up at him with genuine shock written across his face, brown eyes glittering playfully. "But that can not be so! Your facade definitely appeals to the puppy persuasion. It is an endearing quality." He insisted. Jasper took a seat next to him with a few awry spouts of laughter. "So Uh, you look pretty tired." He commented, "If you want, you can come hang at my place. We could chat and eat or something."

"Oh that sounds divine." Spandel sighed fancifully, his voice gaining this dreamy and longing melody to it. "Unfortunately it is not to be. In fact, I think it best that I leave at once." He got to his feet.

"Uh why? There something the matter?" Jasper wondered, joining his side and reaching to take his hand only to have him tear it away.

"It is a convolutedly discombobulating kerfuffle between a pair of disconsolately despondent and dejected entities free of earnestly divulging commiseration, thus far leaving them subject to the upmost frustratingly precarious and unscrupulous of escapades and flummadidle." Spandel stated flatly.

"Uuuuuum ... ... what..?" Jasper spat.

"I must go. Never your pretty little mind Child." Spandel replied, walking away.


Emily observed Pandore gaze with obvious desire gleaming in her large brown eyes. The two were meandering through the mall and then wandered into the jewelry shop. Pandore stared at the small ruby ring. Emily blew as her eyes skimmed the other jewelry on display. She distinctly recalled Kirron telling her that his wallet was for her. In other words, don't waste his money on that hideous woman. Still; even if it was against her master's wishes, it might just be the thing to cheer Pandore up. She landed a hand on the smaller girl's shoulder. "I'll get it for you." She drawled tentatively, hoping she wouldn't regret this later.

"Really?" Pandore practically squealed. She jumped at the sight of Emily's affirmative grin, hitching the blond into a grateful embrace. The two were gallivanting through the lit up city by the time the sun had long vanished, now on the hunt for something to eat. They did also run into the envy of the Milques on the way. Yup. Emily definitely recognized him, even if he was mainly concealed in darkness do to a severe lack of lights around the store he seemed to be considering entering. He rested; quite unsettlingly still for him anyway, against a telephone pole not far from the shop.

"Valerian!" Emily shouted his name, darting up to the seventeen year old male. He twisted around to greet her, hardly looking awake with that excessively dreamy look in his big, round, dark lavender eyes coupled with incredibly long eyelashes. His vibrant fair complexion was accentuated by his childish features jovially changing at his blond and ravenette friends. He brung both of them into a tight squeeze, and they gladly reciprocated his affection.

"Raphael let you out again?" Emily quizzed.

"Nah. I came to grab some clothes he had tailored. However, it looks like the little shop closed early tonight." Valerian answered musingly, running a hand through his curly black hair. "What about you guys? It's not exactly safe for a couple of cute Milquey girls to be out."

"Not exactly safe for a foxy loner Milque boy either." Emily countered with a smirk.

"Yeah well, you got me there." Valerian laughed.

"Thanks for worrying Valerian, but we're okay." Pandore reassured, "We've got Schenn here." She pat the head of her black wolf emphatically.


Emily alerted Kirron of her and Pandore's coming home by sounding an announcement. She grew confused and wary when no response was delivered. All the lights were off and the house was dead silent, even though the TV was on and deserted. Pandore left to go put their bags away. The little shopping trip had indeed made her happy, having that ring in her possession as well. They had indulged in conversation with Valerian about their owners and the state of society, and then ended their beautiful night with a big dinner and stroll around town. The city was gorgeous at night. Pandore took to leaving Emily's bags on her bed and rushing off to find a place for her ring. Emily on the other hand, searched the house for Kirron. She eventually did locate him. He was in his room, sitting at his desk with his arms crossed on his desk and his chin resting torpidly on top. He was sleeping. The lights were off, despite his computer being on. Emily crept over to him, her hand meeting the mouse to scroll through all the work he did as she hovered over him. There seemed to be miles of essays and documents. After she was sure her eyes were going to fall right out of the sockets from boring into the computer screen, she saved all that he did on his flash drive sitting next to the keyboard and proceeded to shut off his computer. She wanted to move him to his bed, but she knew very well she wasn't strong enough for that. He was a muscular babe while she was a dainty little angel after all. Instead she decided on just nestling him in the chair more comfortably, wrapping him in a blanket, and sliding a pillow under his head.

"Goodnight. And remember that you are just eighteen, okay?" She cooed, exiting the bedroom. She thought of Kirron as she retreated to her chambers to end off the night. She had been his Milque for as long as she could remember. Tasked with looking after and taking care of him, Emily was brought to Kirron Hope when she was a mere seven years old. Ten years, she had been with him for ten years. It was a strange connection she had with the busy aristocrat at best. Maybe that's why she worried, because the two shared history. Or maybe she had grown accustomed to looking after him.


Spandel sat quietly on his uncle's bed, watching the said male stare out the floor-to-ceiling window of his bedroom. The two lived on the third as well as last floor of the school. Director Phillips stood with his fingers intertwined behind his back, bright azure eyes peering blankly at all that the window overlooked. His quite tall and rather toned figure was shown by the modest orangey glow of a lamp. He slowly turned his head, eyelids falling halfway as he got Spandel in view. "Did you ... do anything today?" He drawled out huskily as he gradually dipped his head up to observe the ceiling as though it held the answers to all his pressing questions.

"No." Spandel stated flatly, "Today was uneventful as it has remained per ordinary."

"Did you find anyone interesting?" The older man queried dully, his eyes seemingly searching the ceiling for something out of reach.

"Not one." Spandel deadpanned.

"It ... appears as though you've taken curiously to the little Rebel Jasper Collins." His uncle rumbled. Spandel hopped from the bed, moving over to the bigger male. He put a hand on his muscular forearm. "Uncle Cray? I'm getting worried about you." He chimed, leaning his head purely on his uncle's shoulder and throwing an offset grin. That was enough to make the director look down at him inquisitively.

"Oh my, you look simply exhausted." Spandel breathed dramatically.

"If anything you're the one who takes that form." Cray retorted.

"Not at all. In fact I was hoping I could go check on Sanawrah." Spandel glided in front of Cray and sweetly inclined his head, "I imagine the poor young lady could use a little ministration. The time is nearing you know? I could prepare dinner in the process, hm? Dearest Uncle?"

"Fine." Cray grumbled blandly, copying Spandel's inclining of the head.

"While I'm out yonder, you may commit to a short snooze." Spandel suggested. He took quick, long strides toward the room door.

"You can go if you want ... to school." Cray rasped weightlessly, collapsing on the bed and propping his elbow up on the pillow.

"I can not read earth languages, am penniless and lacking in work, and they will all think me a rather strange, alien, or condescending and vain one because it is I your nephew." Spandel declined.

"I'm sure one of your little friends would love to help you." Cray put in.

"Why not save them the trouble?" Spandel questioned.

"I'm informed more than them by very little." Cray answered.

"Somehow, my doubts about the verity of your statement are quite high." Spandel snorted.

"Do as you please." Cray hummed. Spandel left the bedroom, head held high for having completed his objective of distracting his uncle from his daily activities. He exited the entire school building all together, appearing in the courtyard. He eased through the dark and empty gardens, crawling past a few large weeping willow trees to get to a hidden part of the courtyard. The hidden garden was vast, open, and stretching out. Tall trees surrounded by well trimmed bushes, vivid flowers with multicolored fairy lights strung along boughs, flowerbeds, and fountains. Speak of fountains, the flowing water had this royal blue glow to it. The sky was splattered an abundance of different blues and purples, dotted with golden stars.

"Sanawrah!" Spandel chirped. He clicked his tongue a few times, "Ai, are you here Girl?" He let his hand fall to his waist. After a mild rustling was heard, the female he was looking for broke from the trees and cautiously trotted over to him. Yes, a female wolf graced with a sleek white coat and a set of lapis colored eyes. She nudged weakly at his hips. Spandel kneeled down to pull the wolf into a warm hug. He scratched her neck and ears and in turn she buried her nose under his chin.

"Hello Sanawrah." Spandel crooned, caressing her soft sugary fur. The wolf cuddled him affectionately before lying out in front of him.

"Don't worry Girl. Just a couple more days and it'll all be over." Spandel cooed, stroking the wolf's rounded stomach. She bowed her head in thanks with a whimper, covering his hand with kisses. Spandel's chinchilla Pinel climbed up onto Sanawrah's back to give her some love. "You're protecting him." The black chinchilla rumbled, "And you healed Annie at your own expense."

"Well I ..." Spandel stuttered.

"One day, that big heart of yours is gonna get you in trouble." Pinel chided.

"They matter, I don't." Spandel justified.

"I wish you wouldn't say things like that." Pinel groaned.

Thats all for now. :)

I'll be introducing Raphael Verenette properly in the next chapter. Until then he remains a mystery. There are still many many characters to come, so hold on tight. :)

By the way, LOVE to the official cover art for this story. My lovely, awesome, amazing, talented sister made it for us. Thanks! You're the best! It's beautiful and I love it. Pink represents the Milques. Blue is the Rebels. Red represents Regalia, in specific My Baby Kirron. And purple resemble Drifters. Thank you once more Izlee! :D

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