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Chapter 3: Diagon Alley, Wands, and Segments of a Dream
It had taken a few hours, if not a day and a half, to fly from Tokyo to London, and during the journey, England had taken to inform Japan of the circumstances surrounding Harry Potter and his magical community, but otherwise changed topics to other things that did not involved his family or personal life. And Japan being Japan, did not pray for more information out of the man.
Finally, they landed and as the two walked out, England glanced around for their ride since there was no way he was driving after such a long journey.
"Artie," came the voice of a man a little to Arthur's left.
The two personifications turned their heads toward the voice and found a man with green eyes standing there, waving his hand as a wide smile adored his face.
Studying this unknown person, Japan noticed that he looked similar to England, aside from the eyebrow and his strait, light brown, almost blond, hair.
A tick mark appeared on England's head as he lead the way toward the man whom Japan guessed must be one of his rumored older brothers.
"Welcome back," said the man. "Did you have a good time?"
"I had a fine time, thank you," England barked back, holding in his anger as he glared at his older brother. "And how have you been?"
"All right. America hadn't visited yet since the last time."
England rolled his eyes. "It's too early for that git to show up this month."
"And no one destroyed the house or anything." England nodded as the taller man's eyes sudden found it's way to Japan, causing him to panic a little before bowing his head in greetings. The man bowed back, though not quiet as low as the Asian nation, before looking to his annoyed younger brother. "And I see you've brought home another house guest. My, aren't we becoming 'friendly' again, Albion."
"Yes, brother," said England, rolling his eyes and sighing in weariness before introducing them. "This is Kiku. Honda Kiku."
"Nice to meet you," said Japan, bowing again. The man smiled and bowed back again, once more not as low as the Asia, but enough to let him know he'd received the bow.
"Considering you know where I've been, I'm sure you can guess as to whom he represents. And Kiku, this is my third older brother, Victor, though we often call him by his middle name, Dylan, when we are together and not being formal with each other."
"Or when you're not angry with me."
"That was a long time ago brother, get over it." England returned his gaze to Japan. "He's the representative of Wales, one of the kingdoms of the British Isles that makes up the United Kingdom."
Japan nodded and the three made their way to the car. On their way back, Japan had been silent as he watched the pouring rain that washed the streets of London and covered it's skies in darkness as if mourning while somewhat listening to the brothers' conversation in the two front seats.
Finally, they arrived at the mansion and Japan was amazed by the size of it. He guessed that this was what happens when you've become the empire that had once almost ruled the entire world and had to accommodate so many nations under your rule.
Stepping inside the luxurious mansion, Japan was greeted by Michelle Gracing, the personification of Seychelles Republic, who was dressed as a maid and acted almost like one had she not gotten into a quarrel with Arthur just a minute after they'd reunited. Remembering back to England's words, Japan realized exactly what was making England so worried and had to sweet drope himself as he too, began to become concern for what Christmas and Easter may bring should the two women reunite.
Then Sealand came to greet them, and along with the boy came three more children, all of them with blond hair. The boy with blue eyes was accompanied by a black panther while the other boy had a small green dragon on his shoulder and the girl, a talking rat with a sword who introduced himself as Reepicheep- the rat shocked and intrigued Kiku a bit, as he questioned the creature and the girl who's shoulder he was standing on. The three introduced themselves and their pet companions to Japan and afterwards, returned to what they had been doing, because Arthur had told them that the two were tired from their travels and would like to rest. Once they were well rested, then they could talk.
Kiku slept for two hours, his body needing to adjust to the new time zone, before he went down to bond with the children through the games they convinced him to participate in. A few hours later, Arthur showed up with Michelle and then afterwards, they had dinner, to which Peter inquired when Wendy, the personification of Wy, would come and Arthur replied that she would arrive in two days time.
While waiting for school to open, Kiku found himself staying home and playing with the children more, as England and Wales were both busy with Parliament and the likes- though he had questioned Seychelles about her government later, but changed the subject when he saw the look on her face.
Then, Wy came with Australia and New Zealand, followed by Ireland and Scotland to have a family dinner, to which Sealand and England had a bit of an accident involving rum and dancing on the table.
After that little incident, Sealand locked himself in his room for a while, until England had had enough and tore the door down to drag the boy out to play footy, what America called soccer. Japan participated in the game, along with every male member of the house, and found out just how the family operated. Not one male member of the Kirkland family had wanted to be on England's team, aside from New Zealand, and even with the way the team was divided, they had only gone after kicking at the ball at England. It didn't help with the pouring rain, but Sealand seemed quite happy now that he got to kick the dirty ball at England's face and bruised it. The man kept childishly and grudgingly glaring at the boy while nursing his wound all through the night after that.
The next morning, Australia and New Zealand returned to their country while Scotland ran off with Ireland to escape England's vengeance once he'd found the pictures they'd taken of that fateful night.
And after that small family game, England finally began giving Japan and the others books to read on the History of Magic, and, after reading through the list of school supplies, he threw a cussing fit and also began to instruct everyone on ways to defeand against the Dark Arts and everything else surrounding or involving it as best he could.
Not only that, but Arthur had also taken to teaching Kiku simple magic such as mind reading, mind blocking, levitation, and how to control his powers- something that England said Japan already had a good grip on, as his controlled emotion and meditation skills helped with keeping it in check. Of course, not all of these things where taught by England himself, but Sealand and Edmund also helped with the things they already know, as England was quite busy and was often unavailable. Also, in order to make sure that Japan does not become surprised or confused later, the boys explained to him the rules and importance of wizard quidditch, which Japan found somewhat similar to baseball.
A few days passed by and soon, Russia showed up after America had once again knocked down England's door, a little surprised to find Japan at the house as well. The two world power then got into another blow before America stomped off a day later, a smiling Russia waving him away while England tried to fix the broken door once more. He was cussing up a storm all the while and then he damned the rain for pouring down again before sitting down for some tea and relaxation only to began bickering with Michelle and Peter.
After calming down, England lead the two foreign male nations down to the basement, a place Japan had never been to before, and felt quite uncomfortable walking next to Russia. He wanted to ask England what the big man was doing here and where the Englishman was taking them, but for some reason, he just couldn't find his words as the Russian man kept smiling down at him as if he knew something Japan didn't, but ought to know before it turned ugly.
"So," said Ivan, looking away from Japan's timid form. "What happened, Big Brother?"
"His powers exploded and he destroyed half of his own house," England replied, causing Japan to become surprised that he was telling this to Russia, of all people.
"Oh... Really?" Russia turned back to the Asian nation. "And does he-?"
"No. He only has the marks and the cards," England interrupted.
"Hmm~. You know, I think I've forgotten what tarot card Kiku has da. I have number XV, "The Devil"," Ivan suddenly held up a black and white card- from where, the Asian could only guess to be tin air-, causing Japan's eyes to grow widen at the revelation. "Big brother," he motioned to England walking ahead of them, "has number I, "The Magician"," Arthur pulled out his own tarot card from tin air and held it to face Kiku, never once turning back to look at them. "And you Kiku? I can see your card da?"
"Ah! Hai," Kiku replied, coming out of the shock of seeing the black and white card in England's hand. He scrambled about to find the black card that Arthur told him to keep on his body at all times and finally handed it to Russia to inspect.
"Hmm, "The Hermit"," Ivan whispered, eyeing the new tarot card in his hand before looking back at Kiku as if analyzing him. "Fitting, da?" He then handed the card back to Kiku.
"Hai, arigato," said Kiku, taking back the card before looking at Arthur's imposing back. "Ito, Igirisu-san, what are tarot cards?"
Arthur stopped at one of the doors littering the dark and cold hallway made of bricks and lit by green lights, his hand gripped around the golden nob. "I'll explain after we're finished with this," he replied, before pulling the door opened and walking in, Russia and Japan following him through in that order.
Stepping into the room, Kiku noticed the giant circle drawn in the middle of the floor and wondered what it was. England then instructed them to stand in the middle of it before searching through the shelves of books for the correct spell book.
"By the way Russia," he spoke up. "I forgot to ask you- how did your government handle the fact that you'll be missing for another school year?"
Japan's eyes widened as he realized what England was implying. Now it all made since.
Russia smiled. "They didn't like it da," he replied. "But they'll just have to suck it up da. Besides, it's not like they'll miss me or anything. And this time Big Brother," he brightened up with genuine happiness, "I don't have t do any paperwork!"
England smiled as he turned toward them with a book in his hand. He opened it, Russia questioning him about not using potions again and it annoyed England a bit. The man then opened the book and chanted in a language Japan did not recognize.
The circle glowed green and Japan felt something stirring inside his body as his form shrunk and shrunk until he was physically Peter's age.
"Ah," said Kiku, studying his body and the cloths that had shrunk with him. "So this is how I am to attend the school without suspicion."
"Big Brother," Russia spoke up. "I just remembered. How come you are using potions and the spells from a book instead of the just watch?"
"..." Arthur placed the book down, his form turned sideways as he refused to look at Ivan's knowing eyes. "The watch hah? ...Well, I suppose it would've worked for all intent and purposes, but... I find it easier to not... not dig up odd memories." He put the book away back on the shelf.
"Da, I apologize," said Ivan. "I forgot how long it's been da."
"It's fine, Ivan," Arthur forced out a smile for them and for the first time, Japan saw Russia's smile dropped in actual concern. "Now, come along, we need to go shoping for new clothes and more house supplies."
And with that, the three walked back up to the first floor and, along the way, Arthur explained to Kiku what tarot cards were and what each of the 22 major arcana cards symbolized. When asked if Arthur knew who the other holders of the cards where, Arthur replied that he does, but Kiku should not worry about it, for when the time comes, he will meet the rest of them, as all 21 cards were destined to meet one day and settled the matter of the last card. This confused Kiku a bit, as he had thought that there were supposed to be 22 cards and when he voiced his question, Arthur merely smiled sadly at him and walked off.
After that confusing and mysterious action, Russia only told him that "The World" card was simply too powerful a card for just anyone to hold onto, and the person who does come into possession of it often end up with a lot of burden and regret. The way the Russian's eyes looked at the Englishman's back then made Kiku wondered if there was something there, but he did not push the matter as both had already seemed saddened enough as it was.
The next morning found Arthur, Dylan, Michelle, and the children gathered in front of the fireplace after they had finished breakfast. Everyone was properly dressed for an outing in town despite the harsh rain falling down outside. Michelle was holding a large black bowl in her hand while Arthur instructed everyone on how to use floo powder- to which Peter critized him for only using it now and Arthur countered back that it's bad to always rely on magical means to live and that he can't also appear out of a chimneys all the time. And since Peter had been so nice to speak up, Arthur made him go first, followed by Edmund, Lucy, Wendy, Eustace, and then Ivan.
Next, Arthur beckoned for Kiku to try it and he did. Then, Arthur went after him and Michelle handed the bowl of floo powder to Dylan, talking a handful of the powder herself before walking to the fireplace and throwing it down, uttering the word of destination, "Diagon Alley."
Once she disappeared, Dylan placed the bowl back on top of the fireplace and went to find a broom to clean up the mess left by the departures before heading out to Parliament.
Arthur appeared out of the fireplace and found the children talking with each other. He walked toward them just as Michelle appeared by his side and he silently and casually, as if used to it, reached out a hand to stop her before she could fall on her face due to wearing heels and the fact that it was her first time using floo powder as well.
"All right," he spoke up, causing the children to turn toward him. "Body count. Who are we missing?"
"Where's Kiku?" Russia questioned, causing Arthur's eyes to widen as his finger paused in mid count.
Arthur combed his hand though his hair and closed his eyes to find the boy. "...Oh bloody hell," he cussed once he opened his eyes, his browns knotted together. "Of all the-!" 'Alistair, Borgin and Burkes, Knockturn Alley. Quickly!'
'Aye.'
After the sort moment of glaring at air, Arthur let out a tired sigh to calm himself before looking back at the children. "All right, since Alistair had already taken out some money and was nice enough to send it to us the other night, we won't have to go to Gringotts today. Thus, we are splitting up here! Michelle, you go with the girls and Eustace for uniforms. The second year boys and I will get the needed equipment. You'll also need to buy tea-"
"Again?" Michelle questioned.
"Yes again," Arthur smirked back at her distressed form as they made their way to the door. "And while you're at it, go and get the writing utensils and sweets as well." She brightened up at the mention of sweets. "Remember our preferred colors and the ones required for the school."
Michelle nodded as she walked the three first years to Madam Malkin's, hoping that Kiku would turn up before they finished and they could all go pick quills and sweets together because he had no idea what his favorite color was or what he would like. Also, Michelle was sure that she was going to need some extra available hands to carry those bags of sweets.
"I'll send Kiku to you once we find him!"
Kiku fell backwards onto warm, soft human flesh and, upon realization, quickly got off the person he landed on. Sitting on his legs, Japan bowed in apology, slipping back to his native language during his panic.
"I-it's all right," said the person, standing up.
Hearing his voice, Kiku looked up and noticed that the boy had black hair and green eyes. Not only that, but he was holding his broken glasses up to his eyes and upon seeing this, Kiku once again bowed in frantic apologies, but this time, in English.
"It's okay, it's not your fault that we both had a horrible landing by floo powder," said the boy, before looking around after Kiku had stopped bowing. "Do you know where we are?"
Kiku stood up without trouble, despite the horrible feeling he had gotten from using floo powder for the first time- it had not been as bad as his pervious life experiences.
"Diagon Alley?" said Kiku, trying to make the sound clear after all the times he'd spent practicing with Dylan once they'd addressed the problem of his accent at breakfast the morning they decided to use floo powder due to the down pouring rain.
"No," said the boy. "It doesn't look like it. Diagon Alley is not this... dark and ominous."
"Oh."
The boy turned back to Kiku. "Is this your first time here?" he questioned.
Blushing, Kiku nodded. "Hai, I mean yes," he answered. "I am a first year and non native to these parts."
"Oh." Kiku could see light flinger in the boys' eyes as if realizing something that they may have common. "Well nice to meet you," said the boy, holding up his hand for shaking. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter, a second year."
Kiku's eyes widened. "The boy who lived," he whispered.
Harry smiled. "Yes, that's what they often call me."
Kiku blushed and took the Londoner's hand. "I'm Ho- I mean, Kiku Honda," he introduced himself before dropping the hand and blushing in embarrassment as he looked down at the floor. "Sorry. I'm from Japan, you see."
"Japan?" Harry seemed interested.
Kiku nodded. "Due to a... certain... condition of mine, I could not attend the magic school there, so I am staying with a friend's family and attending Hogwarts here instead."
"Ahh, I see. And here I though-. So there are other schools aside from Hogwarts too, are there?"
Kiku only nodded and suddenly, he found himself pulled by the panicked boy into a large black cabinet and told to keep quite. Seconds later, a bell clanged, and a puny boy with gray eyes and blond hair combed back to look a lot like Germany's stepped into the shop.
The man who followed could only be the boy's father, as they were both identical to each other in the looks department. The man crossed the shop, looking lazily at the items on display, and rang a bell on the counter before turning to his son and said, "Touch nothing, Draco."
Draco, who had reached for the glass eye, said, "I thought you were going to buy me a present."
The two talked a bit and upon hearing them insult Harry, Kiku looked at the boy's face to study his emotions to find him keeping control of it by boding his fist tight. Then, the owner of the shop came out and the two watched as they conducted shady business outside the wardrobe.
From listening to the conversation, Kiku concluded that the Malfoy family, which the two father and son belonged to, was an aristocratic family who dealt in shady business and are in league with Voldemort.
Harry almost gave them away when the name Hermione Granger- whom Kiku found out was a half-blood and that her kind was somewhat looked down upon for it- was insulted, and the two watched nervously as Draco drew nearer ad nearer to their hiding place, examining the objects for sale. Draco paused to examine a long coil of hangman's rope and to read, smirking, the card propped on a magnificent necklace of opals. Then he turned away and saw the cabinet right in front of him. The boy walked forward, causing both Kiku and Harry to become frighteningly nervous as he stretched out his hand for the door dandle. But luckly, his father finished the deal and called the boy back, causing Harry to whipped his forhead on his sleeve as Draco turned away. Kiku, having once been a deadly ninja and a skilled samurai, only get out a small, unnoticeable breath of relief.
After that, Mr. Borgin retreated to the back room, muttering darkly as he did, and the boys waited for a moment in case he came back. Then, quickly as they could, the two slipped out of the cabinet and out the shop door, Kiku much more silent and smooth than Harry despite the fact that he only had a day to get use to controlling his new body size and mass.
Kiku looked around to find that they had emerged into a tiny alleyway that seemed to be made up of shops selling things belonging on the darkest corners of the black market- not that he'd know much about that, of course. The one the boys had just left, Borgin and Burks, looked to be the largest shop around. But the shop opposite from it was much bigger, and the ones two doors down, seemed even worse.
Noticing that Harry was becoming jumpy and creeped out by the place, Kiku took the boy by the hand to provide some comfort, and the two set off on finding a way out of here. Hopefully, England already knew where they were and was on his way to fetch them.
An old wooden street sign hanging over a shop selling poisonous candles told the boys that they were in Knockturn Alley. This didn't help them one bit, as neither one of the boys had ever heard of such a place. Studying Harry's face, Kiku noted that the boy was trying very hard to stay calm under the circumstance and silently applaud him for it.
Then, both boys jumped, Harry more so than Kiku, when an aged old witch appeared in front of them and spoke.
"Not lost are you, my dears?" she questioned, holding a tray of what looked horribly like whole human fingernails.
The boys backed away and found themselves in the arms of a red haired, green eyes man.
"Sorry, they're wi' me," said the Scottish man, smiling at the witch, who's face paled over and quickly excused herself as if she'd seen the light witches and wizards version of Voldemort himself or something.
"Alistair-san," said Kiku, smiling a bit in relief at the presence of the eldest Kirkland. "Did Arthur-san send you to come get us?"
"Arthur?" Harry questioned, whipping his head back at the mention of the familiar name. "Ah, you are Peter's uncle, Mr. Alistair Kirkland."
"Aye." Alistair turned his gaze back to Kiku. "Ah checked at Borgin an' Burks, but Ah didne foond ye, sae Ah hud tae conact Arthur an' swatch fur ye aw ower th' place," he explained.
"Gomanasai," Kiku apologized, blushing as he bowed his head. "We escaped."
"He didne see ye, did he?" Alistair looked concerned.
"Ie-desu," Kiku replied. "But we did see the Malfoys there."
Alistar nodded his head. "Teel Artie 'at."
He was about to guide the two out when a voice stopped them, this one made Harry's heart leap with joy.
"Harry! Harry, is that yeh?" said Hagrid, walking up to them. "What d'yeh think yer doin' here? Alistair, ye didn't-?"
"Ah hae bin waitin' fur ye at th' Leaky Caudron aw morn, whit dae ye hink?" Alistair barked back. "Ah only cam haur coz mah bairn brither tauld me a body ay his charges went missin' an' might've turned up in Knockturn Alley, sae Ah cam haur tae fetch heem."
"And yeh, Harry? Yer a mass!" Hagrid gruffly, and forcefully, brushed soot off Harry and almost made him fall had Alistair not been standing behind the boys and had lend Harry a helping hand. "Skulkin' around Knockturn Alley, I dunno- dodgy place, Harry- don't want no one see yeh here-"
"I realize that," said Harry, ducking as Hagrid made to brush him off again and causing Alistair to let out a small laugh. "It's the floo powder." Kiku nodded in agreement. "I was lost- what are you doing here anyway?"
"I was lookin' fer a Flesh-Eatin' Slung repellent," growled Hagrid as the grouped walked out of the place and to the boys original destination.
"Weel, welcome tae Diagon Alley," said Alistair, showing Kiku the sight of the brightly lit sky of this new street while Harry and Hagrid talked it out next to them. "Artie shoods be haur in a bit."
"Harry! Harry! Over here!"
Kiku turned to find a girl with long curly hair standing at the top of the white steps of what Alistair had told him was Gringotts wizarding bank after he'd questioned the man about the magnificent building. The girl ran down to meet them, her bushy brown hair flying behind her.
"What happened to your glasses? Hello, Hagrid, Mr. Alistair and..." She looked at Kiku with confusion on her face.
Kiku smiled. "I am Kiku Honda, a starting first year from Japan. I am currently staying at Arthur-san's- I mean Mr. Arthur Kirkland's house since he is a friend of my father's. Pleasure to meet you Miss," he introduced himself, holding out a hand for her to shake as he knew that it that was a common act of western courtesy.
"Oh! Hello," the girl took his hand, though a bit confused as to why a child younger than her would act so much like a grown up. But then again, this was England and being prime and proper was one of the things the country was most known for. "I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger." Hermione turned back to Harry. "Are you guys coming into Gringotts?"
"As soon as I've found the Weasleys," said Harry.
"Yeh won't have ter wait long," Hagrid said with a grin, spotting Ron, Fred, George, Percy, and Mr. Weasley sprinting up the crowded street to meet them.
"An' Artie's oan his way," said Alistair, looking ahead to find Arthur and the second year boys coming toward them from the opposite side.
The two groups met up and went to their respective house guest.
"Thank goodness you found him," said Arthur, rushing over and looking at Kiku to make sure that he was all right, brushing off the soot on Kiku while Mr. Weasley talked to Harry.
"Hello Hermione, Harry, Hagrid, and the Weasleys," said Peter, along with Edmund and Ivan following him with their own greetings.
"An' who's thes, Alistair?" Hagrid questioned, motioning to Arthur.
"Arthur," was the Scotts only reply, knowing that with all the people there, it would not be wise to say that Arthur was his little brother and complicate the matters even more.
Arthur speared a moment to greet the others.
"Is Michelle with you?" Percy asked with an expected look on his face.
Arthur smiled at the love-sick boy and, to the untrained eyes, it would seem as though there were no other hidden emotion behind it at all, but the grown ups, including Mr. Weasley, saw it. "I'm afraid not," he replied.
Percy looked dejected while Fred and George loudly teased him for it. Arthur had to smile at how much Percy reminded him of himself at the moment, but did not feel like helping the boy out of the situation he had caused.
"Ye split up?" Alistair questioned, looking down at Arthur.
"Yes," Arthur replied back grudgingly.
"So, had fun in the Alley Peter was not allowed in?" Ivan questioned Harry and Kiku, a smile ever so pleasant on his face.
"Don't even joke about that, Ivan," said Harry, paling over a bit. "I thought I was going to die! It was horrible! And of all the people, I had to meet Malfoy!"
"Oh?" said Edmund, noticing that Arthur's ears twitched a bit at the mention of the Slytherin Prince. "And exactly where did you guys turn up again?"
"Knockturn Alley," Harry replied grimly.
"Excellent!" said Fred and George together.
"That was not the first place I wanted you to see, Kiku," said Arthur to Kiku while Ron and Peter said that they weren't allowed there and Peter asked what it was like. True enough, he did not like the answer Harry gave.
"It is all right, Arthur-san," Kiku tried to assured the Englishman who posed as his current guardian, but Arthur persisted.
"If not for Alistair drinking there, I would've gone to the Leaky Cauldron. In fact, I should've!"
Mrs. Weasley now came galloping into view, her handbag swinging wildly in one hand, Ginny just clinging onto the other.
"Oh, Harry- oh, my dear- you could have been anywhere-"
Gasping for breath she pulled a large clothes brush out of her bag and began sweeping off the soot Hagrid hadn't managed to beat away. Mr. Weasley took Harry's glasses, gave them a tap of his wand, and returned them, good as new.
"Well, we better be off," said Hagrid, looking to the smirking Alistair for some help as Mrs. Weasley wrung his hand as she cried out about how the boys had been found in Knockturn Alley, of all places.
"Wait," said Arthur, stopping his brother. "Would you mind taking Kiku to Michelle at Madam Malkin's? The boys and I still need to purchase first and second year supplies."
Alistair stared at him in silence for a moment. "See thes is wa uir economy is th' way it is. Ye spoil yer guidwife rotten," he pointed out.
Arthur looked annoyed. "Look, I am still crossed with you about what happened with Peter that night, Alistair, don't test me-"
"I wanted to forget about that!" Peter shouted, his hands covering his ears as tears threatened to spill out. "You jerk, why did you have to bring it up?!"
Arthur turned to him. "You make it sound as though it was a pleasant memory for me as well, brat! I have said it before, I did not want to see you drunk, and then what happened?!"
"I thought it was juice!" Peter screamed while at the same time Alistair said, "How was I to know you'd come home early and that the Japs could hold their liquor so well." This had, of course, caused Kiku to blush as he remembered back to the welcoming party the Kirkland had thrown for him while Arthur had yet to return from Parliament due to extra work that had suddenly sprung up.
"I know, but so help me god, Alistair, if you get wasted at the Leaky Cauldron again, I will leave you out in the pouring rain after I drag your drunken arse home-" the two remembered back to the time Arthur had to go and drag both Alistair and Gilbert home from the place about a year ago and again just before Harry's birthday. "And trust me when I say that it will rain tonight if you get drunk, Alistair, and it will rain like hell, or so help me god, my name will not be Arthur Kirkland!"
"Aw reit, aw reit," said Alistair, backing away from his brother's furry and staring up at the darkening sky in hopes that the thunders won't fall. "Calm yer horses geez. Ah was gonnae tak' heem anyways. Ah dornt min' seein' th' burds (girls)."
Arthur calmed down enough to shout after Alistair to tell Michelle that they'll meet back up at the icecream parlor once they were finished. Alistair only waved in understanding as he lead Kiku off toward Madam Milkan's to leave him with Michelle and the rest of the first years.
"See yer at Hogwarts!" Hagrid called back as he strode away with Alistair and Kiku, his head and shoulders taller than anyone else in the packed street.
"Well, we'd better be off as well," said Arthur. "We still need to finish buying the first years supplies and then acquire the second years." He frowned deeply as he said that.
The four bid the others goodbye and was off to finish shopping for school supplies before Hermione could speak up and hold them.
Alistair dropped Kiku off at Madam Milkan's and went on his way to the Leaky Cauldron with Hagrid for a drink after making sure that Kiku would be fitted and that someone was there to look after him.
By the time he got there, Wendy and Lucy had already been fitted and where out buying Sweets and tea with Michelle while Eustace was currently being fitted right that second. Once he was done, Kiku was called in and when he came out, Eustace waited for him to walk them to find the girls.
The two first year boys found the girls in the sweets shops stocking up on sweets and ended up helping them with carrying the bags before going off to buy writing utensils. Once finished picking through the many colored quills, ink bottles and colored parchments- with Kiku getting a navy blue ink bottle and quill for himself, Michelle and the first years went to meet up with Arthur and the other boys so they could all go get some ice cream and butter beer, the only 'beer' the children were allowed to drink, together.
An hour later found Arthur cussing in front of Flourish and Blotts due to the amount of people standing in front of the shop.
"Damn it," he said. "I should've done this before. Now I know why it's so overly crowded and busy today. Hopefully Eustace and the girls are okay."
Arthur looked behind him to find Peter, the shortest of the bush, pulling on the hem of his brown suit and took the boy by the hand to lead them along and, hopefully, find a free spot somewhere to actually purchase books instead of standing around the crowding the place while waiting to fan over a fake adventurer, but quite imaginative writer. Finally, Arthur found a free spot out of the crowd and the group stood there for a moment.
Arthur watched as Lockhart made his way out, his inner mind and inner hearts of heart knowing that it was wrong, but England's outer most and naive heart, the heart of his people, told him otherwise. Thus Arthur found himself fighting the erg to go all fan-gril at the man as well. It didn't help matters when Harry Potter was added into the mix.
"Are you all right, Big Brother?" Ivan questioned, noticing the pained look on Arthur's face and how he had closed his eyes to clear his mind.
"Yes, Ivan," said Arthur, his eyes still closed as the air around him began to purified the darkness leaking out of him due to his conflicting emptions. "Just... trying to... sort out some... things."
"Ahh..." the Russian said with realization and looked back at Lockhart taking a picture with Harry. "I see."
"What?" Edmund questioned.
"Nothing," said Russia. "Just conflicting emotions da."
Edmund appeared confused. "Conflicting emotions?"
"The emotions of our human selves are battling with the one of our nation selves," Peter explained, gaining a nod from Edmund. "Or rather, the instincts of our nation self in this situation."
"Instinct?" Edmund questioned, confused once more just as they heard Lockhart announced that he was going to be Hogwart's next professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, causing Arthur's face to pale over for a bit while Ivan's eyes only widened from whatever thought was going through his head.
Peter glanced at the proud man for a moment before shifting his sharp gaze back to Arthur. "Is this why you decided to instruct us on the art yourself? Is he really that bad?"
Arthur sighed. "Albus is a..." He mulled over the word for a moment, "an admirable person. He has some good qualities," he dragged the word out as if doubting it a little, "but good sight and judgment is not one of them." Arthur then handed Ivan the supplies he was carrying, which Ivan distributed between Edmund and Peter. "Stay here, I'll go get the books," he instructed, before walking back into the crowd to squeeze his way over to the counter to order the needed books and have them sent to the house by way of owl instead of carrying it.
The children watched him go before turning back to Harry's party.
"... Should we stay still," Edmund began, "or go over?"
"I don't think it'll hurt to go da," said Ivan. "Besides," he shrugged, "Big Brother will know where we are anyways."
And with that, the three battled their way toward Harry and Draco, careful not to drop their supplies. They got there just in time to see Harry and Hermione hold Ron back from pouncing on Draco for the comment he made on his family.
"Well, at least their house is warm and happy," said Edmund, coming to stand in front of the three along with Peter while Ivan stayed back to watch.
Draco sneered. "More half bloods," he growled out, glaring them down with a look for supremacy on his face.
The fact that he had once been a King of Narnia made it so that Edmund was silently less intimidated by this, as he only smirked back in return.
"At least there's more of us than there are of you," he sang out just as Mr. Weasley made his way over to them, not one bit fazed when the man had shouted out Ron's name nor had he turned his strong eyes away from Draco to hold his gaze.
"Well, well, well- Arthur Weasley."
Mr. Malfoy walked up and stood with his hand on Draco's shoulder, sneering in just the same way. "Lucius," said Mr Weasley, nodding coldly.
"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy, glancing down at Peter. "All those raids..." Peter's eyes widened and Lucius missed it as he'd turned his gaze back to meet Mr. Weasley's once more. "I hope they're paying you overtime?"
Ivan shifted a laugh and turned his body sideways so as to not be noticed, but Lucius, who hand reached into Ginny's cauldron, stopped and looked at him.
"And exactly what is so funny, boy?" he questioned.
"Net," said Ivan. "It's nothing da. Just... thinking about all those who complains about political or governmental jobs da."
Lucius glared. "Russians," he growled out in a low whisper.
Ivan smiled back at him, his hand no longer covering his mouth. "Da. I am Russian. Full fledged, da."
Lucius snorted and finished extracting a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration out from Ginny Cauldron.
He studied the book. "Well, it seems you do get little pay after all," he said. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"
"And who said anything about him being a disgrace?" Edmund spoke up, not able to keep hold of his tong against this rude man any longer.
Lucius looked down at him. "I'm sorry," he said. "What was that?"
"I don't believe anyone has said that the Weasleys are a disgrace to the Wizarding World," Edmund repeated. "If fact, if it's anyone who ought to be, it should be those who shamelessly hold their heads high and pride themselves with their arrogent aristocratic ways, not admitting to the fact that they were wrong to have sided with the Dark Lord and still continued to walk among society and harm the innocence as they wish as if they ruled the place when, in truth, they do not and ought to have been locked away behind bars."
"Pevensie!" Draco spoke up. "You shut it! You're just a half-blood with mortals for parents. What would you know?!"
"Enough, Draco," Lucius held up his cane to stop his son.
"But father-"
"I said, enough." The man never once took his eyes off Edmund and leaned in closer to him, Edmund ever once showing signs of breaking despite the current closeness of the face.
Mr. Weasley, worried as he was for the boy's safety after he had just insulted the Malfoys, decided to pull Edmund into his arms for protection, in case Lucius decided to do something to him.
"We all have our own varying ideals of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," he said, trying to keep in his anger.
Lucius backed away. "Cleary," he said, still eyeing Edmund before straying off toward Hermione, Peter, and Ivan. "The company you keep, Weasley... and I thought your family could sink no lower-"
There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy, knocking him backward into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spell books came thundering down on all their heads; there was a yell of, "Get him, dad!" from Fred and George; Mrs. Weasley was sheieking. "No Arthur, no!"; the crowd stampeded backward, knocking more shelves over and delayed Arthur's arrival- if they weren't trying to dodge falling books and tripping over them right now, the sight of Arthur struggling not to be swept away by the crowd would've been amusing; "Gentlemen, please- please!" cried the assistant, and then suddenly-
"ALL RIGHT!" said Arthur, suddenly appearing in between them, his hands held out to keep the two away from each other. "That's enough! Break it up, gentlemen, NOW!"
For some reason, the two men stopped in spite of wanting to continue as they felt something telling them to freeze.
"You-" said Lucius, wondering what kind of magic that was as he stared at the little man in the middle.
Mr. Weasley, still glaring at Mr. Malfoy, said, "I didn't know you could use magic, Arthur."
Arthur smooth his face. "What are you talking about, Mr. Weasley?" he faked innocence. "I didn't use magic at all."
The two men looked at him in shock. "What?" they both asked, before glaring at each other again, annoyed that they both said the same thing at the same time.
Arthur then walked out from between them and toward his boys. "Yes, in fact," he explained, "that was all pure strength and muscule. My friend from Japan could do the same, and he's even smaller than I am, I assure you." Arthur turned back to them with a smile on his face after he'd taken back the breakable items from the children's hands. "And if you don't believe me, then let me tell you about some of the little Chinese people I met during my years there. What strength they have, I tell you." He laughed as if to make light of the situation and get them off his back.
Lucius made a face before he thrust Ginny's old transfiguration book at her, his eyes glittering with malice.
"Here, girl- take your book- it's the best your father can give you-"
"In my opinion, Mr. Malfoy," Arthur spoke up. "The best is better than nothing. After all," he placed a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Every loving parent wouldn't care about things such as luxuries. As long as their children are provided for, taken care of, well and happy, they are satisfied, yes?"
Peter looked up at him with a light of realization shining in his widening eyes. Hermione's eye, on the other hand, narrowed at the scene between the two Kirklands, her mind processing the words Arthur had just said and the action Peter gave off, trying to palce it in its correct category while also wavering back to the old category she'd been told of at Harry's birthday party.
"Well said, my boy," said Mr. Weasley, straightening up his tie with a smile on his face.
Lucius beckoned Draco over and swept from the shop.
"Thank you," said Arthur. "And I could understand why you couldn't just ignore him, Mr. Weasley. Even I was tempted to give the tosser a good throb." His eyes suddenly became shadowed and darkened with cold malice. "Had it been my family, that man would be on his knees with tears in his eyes, begging for death."
The golden trio suddenly remembered back to Peter's words concerning his family's dark dealings with the black market and wondered a bit about it.
"Fitting family name, da?" Ivan spoke up, drawing the others attention away from Arthur's sadistic look.
"Quite," Arthur agreed, before sighing to get ride of his melic. "Ahh, but I did quite liked the older generations of the Blacks though."
Arthur glanced outside and stared at the blond haired boy walking beside an older boy with red hair, looking annoyed at being stuck next to the Italian. They were accompanied by another boy with blue hair. From his appearance, this boy looked to be around the blond's age and clanged to him as though they were lovers while a white haired man tried to pull him off their master. Among them was also a single female of about the same age as the red haired teen, her stoic face looking on while her arms were held around the other teen as though they were a couple. From the color of her hair, one would think that she was somehow related to the other boy clining to the blond.
"Yes," Arthur whispered, his eyes darkening in on them. "I quite liked them indeed."
Suddenly, the blond turned his gray blue eyes toward Arthur and, after a moment, both turned away.
Arthur turned back to the others. "Well, I got the books, so let's go meet the girls at the parlar for some ice cream and butter beer later," he said. "Would you like to come as well?" He directed the invitation toward Harry, the Weasleys and the Grangers.
The assistant looked as though he wanted to stop them from leaving, but he couldn't utter a word of protest or move in the little Englishman's presence. Deciding that they needed a little cheering up, the two families agreed and they hurried off to the icecream parlor, the Grangers shaking with fright while Arthur tried to console them, and Mrs. Weasley beside herself with fury at the actions they'd displayed within the book shop.
Finally, they met up with the girls, Kiku, and Eustace at the parlor, and the mood soon brightened with joy as they talked about all kinds of things. Then, after icecream, everyone headed back to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink and some sandwiches to hold until they could find some real food to eat. Once finished, Arthur strolled over to Alistair and, after a small game of keep away, managed to get the bag of floo powder from him so they could leave, all the while reminding Alistair of what would happen to hi if Arthur had to come pick him up again.
Alistair tisked. "Up tight, brat," he whispered, before going back to talk with Hagrid, who tried to ask him a bit more about Arthur, but dropped the topic once the realized that Alistair wasn't interested in talking about it and that the topic would only make him piss and drink more.
Once they'd made it back home, it was time for the ritual wand acquiring ceremony. While putting away the stuff they'd brought from the Alley and preparing dinner, Arthur began setting up the magic circles required to shape the wands. Once finished, he called for the first years to come to the entrance hall while the others prepare dinner and other necessaries for the first years after effect of the wand ceremony- though Edmund came to watch and make sure that Lucy would be all right and that, should anything like last time happen, he would be able to be of some assistance.
"All right, first years! Pick a circle and stand in the middle of one," instructed Arthur, motioning with his hand to the four large, white circles drawn on the floor of the entrance hall.
Already knowing what was coming next, Lucy, Wendy, and Eustace quickly picked a magic circle to stand in the middle of- Eustace a bit cautious of the fact that blood would be drawn, but could not bring himself to look weak in the eyes of the two brave girls among them, nor could he bear the disappointed look Eustace knew he would receive from Edmund and England later should he show such weakness.
And so, with Wendy and Lucy taking the two circles in the front row and Eustace occupying the circle behind Lucy, Kiku was left wit the circle behind Wendy, where he walked to stand in the middle of.
Once they were settled and had their eyes on him, Arthur raised his hand and the four circles gave off a white glow, shocking Kiku a bit as his eyes widened at the warmth of the creation magic. Then, he suddenly felt a sharp pain from his figure and held it up to find that his pointer finger had been cut. Already used to such things, Kiku was about to suck on the wound to stop the bleeding when he found that the small injury was already healing itself as soon as the drop of blood landed on the circle, spread itself and glowed a blood red color. His eyes widened, knowing that despite their statues as nations' personifications, such things does not always heal so easily or quickly. He looked up to Arthur, who's eyes watched all of them with careful calculation, and showed his confusion before the pain suddenly hit his body. Kiku's eyes widened once more as he let out a choking sound while doubling over in pain and tried not to fall to his knees or let the tears flow.
Looking up, Kiku could see through the glowing light that he was not the only one in pain, as Wendy, Lucy, and Eustace had all been rendered to the ground, causing the two males outside the circle to worry for their health. Edmund had unconsciously taken a step toward Lucy, his heart clenched in pain at the sight of his beloved suffering inside the glowing red circle. He would've ran to her had Arthur's cane not appeared to block his path and stop Edmund from advancing any further. Looking from the cane up to the Englishman, Edmund noticed that Arthur also had a painful look on his face as his eyes stayed on Wendy's hunched form inside her magic circle.
Kiku growled out in pain and closed his eyes as the images from his past flooded his mind. His time as a samurai appeared, and he could also remember all the times he stood under the sakura tree while admiring the blue skies above or even sitting behind the bamboo curtain, his face hidden by the white kimono hanging over his head. But aside form those peaceful times, Kiku also remembered all the pain that came with war. He remembered all the time he'd cried out all alone in his room, gripped in pain and wishing for it to end only for him to take up the sword and draw it himself. He still remembered his eyes then, the time he'd stuck his own teacher with his blade. He remembered the look in his own eyes as they stared back at his frightened teacher, and he remembered taking Xiao-Mei away after that, leaving the man in his own pool of blood amidst the battle.
Wendy's three items appeared before her. One was a green tainted pain brush as big and long as a broom, another a gold symbol of the sun while the last item came from her own head as the hibiscus flower in her hair flew over to line up with the others in front of her. No longer feeling the pain, Wendy stood up and watched as her blood rose from the circle, turning it back to its innocent color once more before turning rose pink to match with Wendy's magical aura.
The glowing circle began to spin as the blood bonded the three items together and Wendy closed her eyes, her hands held out in front of her as she concentrated on shifting the form of her weapon into a wand fitting for the magic community. Once she saw the image, Wendy opened her eyes and yelled as she tried to control her powers enough to make the weapon listen to her will and obey her command.
Next to Wendy, Lucy's circle turned from white back to red as her blood connected Lucy's three scared items together; a fairy, a golden heart, and her healing cordial, and transformed the items into a staff befitting Lucy's image and power.
Behind her, Eustace's items- a silver Narnian shield, the statue of a gold dragon, and a red covered book- appeared. His circle turned sky blue as the blood tied the items together to give it a single form.
Kiku closed his eyes and tried to ride himself of those memories, but as he did so, a strange katana suddenly appeared within the darkness of his mind. The beautiful blade was wrapped in black chains and the chains suddenly broke, causing Kiku to open his eyes and found the blade in front of him, his pain now gone.
The wind blowing around Kiku's circle stopped trying to blow up a tornado storm and lessened it's impact, causing Arthur to breath out a sigh of relief and lay down his cane to get ride of the three individual protection barriers he'd made to cover the other children so they could continue to work in peace. And though he'd been able to protect the children, he was not able to protect the entrance hall and made to use magic to return the wind blown room back to it's original state.
Kiku's eyes widened, entrapped by the blade's alluring beauty as he almost unconsciously reached out for the familiar katana only for two more items to appear out of the gold bust and hover on either side of the blade. One was a shinto priest's staff while the other was a branch of pink sakura flowers.
Then, Kiku watched as his blood came up from the glowing red circle, returning it back to it's original whiteness once more before the circle suddenly turning navy blue and began to spin around as it glowed, changing the design to meet Kiku's own personal magical powers and aura. Kiku watched as the small drop of blood began to spin around the three items, forcing them together to form a golden shinto priest staff, which seemed to have shocked Arthur a bit, for he had half expected for Kiku to acquire a katana instead of a staff, a one that was so ordinary looking too to boot. He voiced his shock and his opinion, which only made Kiku smiled and said that he had to agree with Arthur on that.
Wendy's staff, which had appeared before Kiku's, had a rose pink, ball-like gem at each end of the long staff. At one end of it, the golden staff broke off and formed a heart shape around the gem, sprouting two small pink gems where they met and curled off while also letting a pink hibiscus flower in full bloom dangle down from the tip. Wendy watched as her magic staff shrunk little by little until it was wand sized. She smiled at her accomplishment before focusing on wrapping some brown wood around it to make it look more like a normal wooden wand. Wendy closed her eyes and concentrated real hard, sweat dropping off her face as she called upon the power of wood and wrap it around her wand to conceal it's true appearance. Once done, Wendy reached out to grabe her wand decorated with hibiscus carvings, a smile on her face, but she ended up falling backwards instead, her eyes closing into unconsciousness.
However, before Wendy could hit the ground, Arthur ran in to catch her, his face panicked before he breathed out a breath of relief and took the wand when he stood, Wendy in his arms as he took her over to the living room, where Michelle and Peter were waiting with the herbal tea, cool drinks and towels to help the children regain their magic and energy faster than sleeping it off.
Back in the hall, Lucy's staff appeared. Her staff was gold with two oval red gems at each end. The gem at the hint was protected by the small golden heart wrapped around it while the top was placed on the head of a roaring gold lion. The tip then fanned out into a bigger golden heart containing one large oval red gem with two smaller gems placed at the bottom of it. And fanning out from the golden arch were transparent, fairy like wings. A red ribbon was wrapped under the roaring lion, and on one of the ends of the ribbon was Lucy's red cordial, abrupt it had been shrunk into a smaller size.
Once Lucy managed to turn her staff into a wooden wand, she too collapsed and was caught by Edmund, who quickly carried her to the living room just as Arthur hurried out to instruct Kiku on what to do next, Ivan right behind him to carry Eustace once he collapse from exhaustion.
As for Eustace, his staff was goldish-brown and had a dragon arching it's body 4/5 of the way around the blue orb hovering on top of the staff, it's wings fanning out behind it before he managed to shape it into a brown wooden wand with the handle bearing the head of a dragon. When he passed out, Edmund came back to carry him to the living room while Arthur kept watch on Kiku to make sure nothing happened.
While the three children were focused on shaping their wands, Arthur was instructing Kiku on how to change the shape of his own wand as well as preach the things he'd told the current second years about in regards to the wands when they'd made one.
Finally, after battling with his inner demons and trying to move away from the scenes of him slicing down his own shifu*, Kiku was able to change the shape of his wand. However, the image of his teacher was not the only thing Kiku had seen, no, Kiku had also seen a man wearing a red kimono and holding a familiar katana in his hand as another body laid at his feet. The blade was stained with the blood of his victim and dripping into the red puddle next to the man in blue. What came next was a shock, yet Kiku found not to be unexpected, as when the person turned his sad face over to Kiku, he found that it was himself. No, what was shocking was when he'd looked down at the corpse of the man in blue and found that it was Arthur. Yao, he was expecting, but not Arthur. No, not him, and that was the reason why, while sitting at dinner, Kiku once more found his eyes trailing toward the Englishman, wanting to ask the question yet not knowing how or when so as to not drag others into it.
Also, Kiku's attention was taken by the creature that appeared in front of him after he had gained his wizarding wand and the circle stopped glowing.
"Pochi?" he questioned, a bit shocked as he wondered what the dog was doing all the way here. He didn't remember bringing him along.
"A dog, hah?" said Arthur, walking him to Kiku. "You know, I half expected your familiar to be a fox or twin foxes or something, but a dog...? I guess that works."
After that, Arthur took Kiku to the living room and explained to him the concepts of familiars while he waited for the children to wake up. Also, since Kiku was like himself and Ivan, Arthur openly wondered if he had more than just one familiar as well, considering the fact that he didn't faint and seemed powerful enough to keep more than one contracted familiar with him. But since Kiku didn't know the answer to that and was too exhausted from the day's work, they let the matter drope.
Later that night, Kiku found himself dreaming the prequel scenes of that vision. But the images where blurred and scattered like a broken mirror. One minute he saw Arthur getting out of the large indoor bath and seeing the symbol of spade with a crown and roses covering the bottom on his back while the letter Q was placed on the crown, to seeing another symbol of spade with a different crown that had the letter K on it instead. There was a lion in the back while a round clock leaned in the front of the card symbol. Inside the black spade was the thing that had made dream Kiku stand up and follow after the man, for inside the new tattoo that replaced the old, was the roman numeral XXI.
After that, Kiku remembered drawing his sword and attacking Arthur while the man was walking down the dark hallway, but then the scene changed and Kiku found himself standing in front of a black haired teen, who stood under a glowing sakura tree in full bloom amidst the darkness of the void. And though he could not see it, Kiku knew that there was a river close by to where they were and that they were standing on the western shores of it.
The teen said some words that Kiku could not hear, but dream Kiku did. Dream Kiku then took the teen's offered hand when he turned around to reveal black eyes that was kind, yet cold and lifeless as if dead and bored of living. The minute he took the black cloaked teen's hand, his black eyes glowed red as a red glow emitted from Kiku's chest, right where his reaper's skull* symbol was. The wind blew and the sakura petals scattered, causing remove his hand from his heart to block himself from the force of the wind and close his eyes. When it stopped, Kiku found his dream version, now dressed in a black and white uniform, talking with a gold orb. He was still under the sakura tree, but this time instead of standing, Kiku noticed that his dream self was injured and had his bloodied katana next to him.
"Until you are ready," said the orb, in a voice that Kiku found familiar yet cannot place who it belonged to, for there seemed to be more than just one person's voice speaking the words. "I," the orb suddenly took a form and Kiku's eyes widened upon finding that the form was actually of himself dressed as Japan, "will take care of you." He held out a and for the broken soul to take.
Dream Kiku nodded, his hand reaching out to take the nation's offered help. Once their hands touched, the nation disappeared into the human. Dream Kiku took back his hand, keeping it to his heart, and closed his eyes as his woulds slowly started to heal. When he opened them, Kiku knew that they were not the same eyes anymore.
"Sleep for now Honda Kiku," said Japan. "Queen of Heart and servant of the God of Death. Sleep and let me help you heal. Until then, sleep and forget. Forget that you were ever human, that you were ever a member of the Black Order* before becoming my 'host'. Until you've fully recovered and something or someone comes to stir your memories, sleep and forget everthing that's ever happened to you while you were the human named Honda Kiku."
The nation then turne his golden eyes to Kiku, causing Kiku to wake up and breath heavily at the revelation, his body drenched in sweat.
"What does this mean?" Kiku questioned, confused. "Arthur-san?"
Outside, Arthur stood up form his place leaning on Kiku's door and headed back to his own room now that Kiku was awake and able to control his own powers since his emotions were no longer running as wild as it had been while he had been asleep and dreaming of his shattered memories.
Arthur sighed. It seems that unlike Ivan and Gilbert, Kiku still had a long way to go before he fully remembers and began to understand everything that had happened to them.
*Shifu means master or teacher in Chinese.
*I changed Kiku's other tattoo to a skull with a black hood and holding a scythe that says 'Death shall reap your soul' on the blade.
*If you don't know what I'm referring to, check A Change of Pace: Year 1, chapter 7.
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