Wait! Before you throw whatever deadly objects you have in your hands at me *ducks as a potato is thrown* Oi! I have been on a very long hard search for three extremely elusive things. Firstly, the actual plot. I was starting to write this chapter when I suddenly realised Crap! I have no clue what's gonna happen next so I had to think of that. Then my writing muse decided to piss off to Florida for a bit and I had to wait for it to return. And finally I had to actually find the time to type it and to actually post it. I apologize for the shortness. I will attempt to update ASAP so there... Now you can throw things *dives into cupboard*

Otto slowly strode to the car park, his eyes scanning the crowd unconsciously looking for Wing or his other 'friends'. He spotted Shelby's immaculately styled hair, weaving its way toward a dark pink Shroud, a new expensive make of car (1). Lucy was standing next to one of the teacher's known as Contessa, Lucy's aunt (2). In the distance, he could make out the faint outline of Wing making his way on foot along the winding streets, outside of the school.

Shaking his head again, he strode and climbed into his own black shroud. Leaning forward he rapped on the window that separated him from the driver, then he sank back into the plush cushions as the car silently set off on the long drive back to his 'house.' He called it his but it wasn't really. It belonged to his guardian, known most commonly as Number One (3). Otto had never seen his guardian face to face, except for once when he was young, too young to remember what he looked like.

Otto had been an orphan, living on the streets and that was his most closely guarded secret. Number One had taken him in looked after him and Otto was extremely grateful for that. However recently Number One was getting more and more edgy. He was pushing Otto to be better, stronger, and smarter. Not that he minded really. He would do anything to make his guardian proud of him, anything. He could still vaguely remember his rescue from the streets.

*flashback*
The young albino darted through the streets hotly pursed by a hollering shopkeeper. Running down another street, he glanced behind him to see whether they had given up on him. As he walked slowly down the main road a shiny and sleek black limousine pulled up next to him. Suddenly the door swung open and a shrivelled hand pulled him in. He yelped in shock and began to struggle back.

The man who had pulled him into the car looked at him and said something to him and Otto stopped fighting because this man had saved him and he would be eternally grateful.
*end flashback*
They pulled up outside and Otto walked into the house without giving the driver a second glance. He entered his room and collapsed onto his bed and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Fanchu was probably going to be like the other students in the school, cruel and stuck up, living in a posh mansion with everything being handed to him on a silver platter. Otto considered him self the exception that proved the rule.

*other side of town*
A phone rang somewhere in a heap of blankets piled on top of a battered sofa. A hand appeared, fumbling around the blankets.
"Hello? Hi Laura. Ye- No. No! Really? Hmmm... Feel up to coming back to Britain? Yeah. No, I'm paying. Yes. Okay. I'll see you there."
The phone appeared once again and was placed on top of an equally battered table. Wing's head appeared, a devious smile spreading across his face.
"Things just got a lot more interesting."
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(1) I had to put it in somewhere!
(2) *small spoiler* Should I keep her and Lucy's magical powers?
(3) Dun Dun Durrrrr! *giggles*