Dear Lavi the Ninja Panda, I heard if you decline to take a compliment the giver will feel bad and you have been so cute and adorable, I don't want you to be sad! So, if you see it like this I will feel honoured and accept it, but I will try to increase my writing skills anyway. And yeah, I already mentioned: It is indeed a very long prologue, probably because I planned to end the story here and start a new story or more so the sequel. But I suppose I left it on 'Catching Typhoons'.

Dear mamita, thank you for your encouraging words as well as- no, I probably shouldn't thank you for thinking alike and since I don't actually like Hirato or Karoku x Gareki. (I believe the first on because of the like extreme age gap the second one because I interpreted something into the manga that would "contradict" romance, I'll probably use it in the story later on, so I won't tell you what I mean now) I can't really say we think alike as well. But~ Gareki is my favourite character as well!

Dear lovely, one rhetorical question for you: Would the story make any fun if everything would make sense from the beginning? And it's not really the end it's just a beginning, a new one never the less. Thank you for your encouraging words.

Dear Nana Three Hundred, I am happy to hear that, but, as I mentioned before, I will try to increase my writing skills anyway. I think Yogi is some kind of mother hen, because he always tries to take care of anybody and it, in this context, underlines a difference between Gareki and Yogi, which I really need in the follow up. And if you feel inclined to comment every chapter or every next chapter please do so, the comments often make my day and sometimes even my week (even though it won't be so hard now! The last tests are written and the next one is my driver licence. Oh, well…).


Catching Typhoons

Tiredly he rubbed his eyes. Unbelieving afterwards. "Yogi?" he mumbled but at the same time he knew he wasn't here. A soft knock was heard on the door. "Wake up, sweetheart!" Was he meant? Was the ground shaking? The door opened almost silently, the middle aged man came in. The one he had seen in his flashback. A smile settled on the man's face. "Ah, you're already awake, sweetie! Are you exited? I heard the princess is almost your age. You never really had a playmate of your own age before."

He shrugged disinterested. "It's not like I need one." The man seemed perplex for a moment. Gareki went over to the closet and almost jumped out of his skin. He didn't look normal. Or well, he looked normal, like… a very normal mini-he at least.

His hand touched the mirror. "Is something wrong?" the man asked Gareki shook his head unable to say something. "Shall I bring you to the doctor?" Gareki shook his head again. No. He didn't want to the doctor. He wanted back. Back to… somebody he didn't know where to find yet. Back to a home he hadn't had yet. "Are you fine?" the man asked again overprotective. "Are you crying, sweetie?" Gareki wiped his sleeve over his eyes, he hadn't cried. He really hadn't. His eyes just went wet because he didn't have his body under control. The man sat down on the bed. His bed Gareki reminded himself reprimanding. "You're still sad about your mother, aren't you?" Gareki paused for a moment. His mother? He then looked at the man- his father?

Hadn't Yogi mentioned his father was an ambassador? Could it be that…? "When are we going to arrive?" But what he actually wanted to know was: Where are we going to arrive?

But he had no luck. "In the afternoon, sweetie, do you want to have breakfast?" Gareki nodded slightly and opened his closet.

Then stopped shortly. "Is there anything special I have to wear today?" He was almost unable to cope with the assortment of clothes. Different colours and shapes, but all felt expensive. Very expensive. Gareki turned around to the man who looked surprised, but then nodded.

"It is nice of you if you would wear this", he said and pulled an outfit out which looked new and formal to a point of unpracticalness. Gareki raised an eyebrow. "You don't need if you don't want to, but it would be nice never the less." Gareki nodded slightly and took it, then the man stood up and went to the door. "I'll wait in the kitchen, sweetie." Gareki nodded again and the man closed the door behind himself, leaving Gareki alone in the room. He let himself fall on the bed and dragged the child sized suit he had in his hand fall next to him. What the hell was going on? If he had died Yogi should be here or at least Tsubaki.

After a short while he sat up again, snatched the suit from the suit from the bed and started to unbutton it. The dark blue fabric was soft but thick under his fingers at the same time. It was almost the same kind of fabric Yogi had bought for him. He softly bit on his lip. He should be happy that Yogi wasn't here because wouldn't that mean he had survived? He got underwear from the closet and started to get dressed. Softly he shook his head, he couldn't think clearly. To confused to concentrate he started to bind the tie almost without thinking about it, too used to do it from his time at Kuronomei. He fastened it softly and heard a soft knock at the door. "Come in", he answered and put up a smile.

A young woman entered the room and smiled at him. "Are you ready to come for breakfast, young master?" Gareki paused for a moment. Didn't Yogi say something about existentialism? "Young master, shall I bring you to the doctor? Is it still about the late Lady?"

Gareki softly shook his head and a smile slid into place. "I'm sorry to worry you", he said. "I was just thinking."

"I understand. Shall I bring you to dinning room then?"

Gareki put his shoes on –some that looked more formal than practical as well but actually fit to the suit- then nodded. "Please do so." It wouldn't make sense to be rude now. He actually could have been in her place. She reached out her hand for him to take but he didn't take it. Being nice wouldn't mean he would do things like a child. The servant closed the door behind him and led the way. Gareki started to make an internal map immediately, but took note of the fact that the floors were high class. Their steps echoed slightly in the long floor.

They finally reached a door which the servant opened in a skilful motion. The table grand but not really stuffed. Just set for a breakfast for two people. If a bit expensive. The golden knives polished, the plates of thin porcelain, the fruits fresh and exotic. Gareki took a deep breath and sat down next to the man he assumed was his father. Gareki hesitated just for a split second. "Are you sure you're fine, sweetheart?"

"Yes, I am", Gareki answered slowly getting annoyed. What was it that made him seem ill? His mirror image had looked normal. He supposed he didn't look so different. But then again, he didn't really have a base to compare. "Could you pass me the bread please?" While the man reached out for the breadbasket Gareki noted that he wore the bracelet around his wrist he had had not even hours ago. "Thank you", he said as the man gave the basket to him.

The man stroked softly Gareki's hair. "You're welcome, sweetheart." Gareki was almost uncomfortable with that much affection, he supposed without Yogi's influence it probably would have been more than uncomfortable.

Gareki took a deep breath. "What could I do until we arrive?"

The man blinked. "You could take a look around the ship or read like usual or you could look over the papers with me."

Gareki nodded pensively. "I'll look over the papers with you." Sure the other things would have been fun, but maybe so he could find out what had happened and where he was going. The man didn't question him, but looked oddly at him never the less.

The breakfast continued silent.


Gareki had almost raised an eyebrow when he saw the desk littered with papers. It looked like a big mess, but soon he realised that it wasn't. It had something akin to an order. He skipped though some papers and realised slowly that most of them were notes. The handwriting neat and small. Gareki was looking for something he knew, but papers about trade wouldn't help him here, he needed something different. He put the paper neatly back on the messy pile and took a sheet from another pile as messy as the one before. He skipped though it as well but in the middle he found something. "Kafka", he mumbled slightly.

The man looked up in surprise. "You shouldn't read stuff like this, sweetie, they are bad news." Gareki perked up.

"Could you tell me more about them?" Maybe, just maybe…

The man tapped his fingers on the desk in though before nodding. "They're bad news, but our government doesn't see it like that. It seems to think that human experiments in the name of science are ok, but they aren't." Gareki nodded understanding. "Kafka tries to create something they call the next stage of evolution, but it is in fact more like they create super soldiers without mind nor morals." Gareki nodded again. "But let's not talk about so depressing things. What do you plan to do once we arrive at Rimuhakka?"

Gareki had never heard of that island before. "Nothing special… reading maybe?" What could he say that wouldn't make it to obvious he had no idea? His gaze must have grown distant, he realized as a hand patted his head again.

"I don't like seeing you so sad, sweetheart, but frankly I can understand, your mothers passing hit us all hard." Gareki's eyes widened slightly. If passing away was possible he couldn't possibly be death, could he?

Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door before opening. "Master, young Master, it is twelve o'clock. The ship will already arrive in approximately an hour the captain told me."

"Thank you, Misaki", he answered and started to collect some papers into neat piles. The woman closed the door again. "Seems like the winds were fortunate, sweetie, you don't have to learn today." Gareki's eyebrow raised slightly, could it be that he didn't like reading when he had be younger? No, Yogi had said he had done it often, he couldn't possible have disliked it then. Suddenly he was sure of at least one thing. He was in the past. That would mean that he would meet Yogi sooner or later or had already met him. "Sweetie", the man asked him, "Is there something you would like to do in the hour until we arrive?"

A smile settled on Gareki's face. "Could we go on deck?" Maybe the man –his father- was just the ambassador for Yogi's county. That would mean they could meet up soon. If Yogi remembered the future at least. The man nodded and reached out his hand. This time Gareki took the offered hand and let himself be lead out of the room up on the deck.


The warm wind played around with their hair and clothes. He heard sea gulls over his head and saw one landing just a pair of metres away from where they stood. Gareki freed himself from the hand and wandered a bit on his own. He had been right before, the ground had been shaking, this was a real ship. Sailors greeted him happily. At least he knew that he hadn't been a brat when he had been younger. His hands reached for the rail. Not far away was an island he knew. Yogi's island. He could feel something similar to post-animals on the island, but he knew that that was the normal course of evolution. He closed his eyes slightly. Took the salty air in and turned around again, a sailor who went behind him smiled. "Don't fall down, young master. Some fish in these oceans are different from normal ones."

Gareki faked a smile and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind." He had to get used to be treated like a kid now… He laid his head on his hands and starred at the island. It felt like they weren't getting any closer, but he knew they were. He could feel the slow up and down of the waves underneath his feet, almost like a soft lullaby but fought with keeping his eyes open. It felt like forever until the ship reached the beautiful harbour.


Gareki perked up, ran over to the man –his father, he corrected himself- and grabbed his hand. "I'm ready to go!"

The man laughed faced with his enthusiasm. "We have to wait a bit more, sweetheart. The ship hasn't docked yet." The other hand caressed his hair again. "Did you get sick of the ship?" he asked and Gareki nodded slightly. His gaze wandered across the faces on the harbour, he couldn't see Yogi yet. Did that mean he hadn't remembered as well? The man leaned slightly down and brushed though Gareki's hair. In a soft try to straighten it out, which didn't work out at all. His hair almost immediately settled down like normally. He missed his googles right then. The sailors were in motion all around them, binding thick ropes, pulling the sails in and probably did a lot more tasks Gareki wasn't aware of.

When they finally were able to leave the ship Gareki almost instantly ran down to the ground and stared up at the buildings. He had seen the ruins earlier but now he could see the pure beauty of the architecture. It was differently than the one he had seen in the towns he was used to. The architecture here was probably closer to the nature, not keeping it out but being part of it. Somebody tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around and was surprised by a person in a yellow cat costume. "Welcome, little newcomer, as early as you are, the Nyanwonder is there for all children at every time of the day and the night~!" Gareki almost sweat dropped. No wonder Yogi had invented Nyanperona.

"Nice to meet you", Gareki answered with a fake shy smile. And the cat pulled a flower that looked exotic and Gareki had never seen before out of nowhere and gave it to him before walking away again. The black haired child looked down at the flower in his hand just as a pleasant laugh could be heard behind him. A laugh that was almost like the one he adored to hear. He turned around to look at a man maybe a bit older than his father with blond hair. "Do I know you, mister?" he asked even though he could guess who it was.

"I heard you were a very polite child, but no, you don't know me", the man said reached out to give him his hand, Gareki took it and the man continued. "I'm the king of this beautiful island, my dear guest, can you tell me where your father is?"

Gareki took a look at the ship and then pointed at it in a fluent motion. "He's still on the ship."

The man took his smaller hand in his and said, "Let's wait at the ship then, right? He'll be worried if you just disappear. My oldest one tried the same today, claiming that he wanted to wait for the ship here." He laughed out aloud. "But I'm sure he just wanted to skip lessons."

Gareki laughed. He could imagine that. "Yeah, Yogi would do something like that."

Suddenly the king looked sharply at him, assessing. "What did you say?" It was just then Gareki realized his mistake, he didn't know Yogi yet, he couldn't know his name yet, could he? "Do you know Yogi?" Yes, yes, he could know his name. The thing he couldn't know was his personality…

Gareki shook his head. "It just seemed like a thing Yogi would do…" It was a weak safe and both he and the king knew it. Talking without thinking was one thing he couldn't allow himself to do anymore. "I'm sorry if I have offended you", Gareki said and averted his eyes.

The king shook his head. "No, it's actually something Yogi would do if he had the chance, I was just surprised that you were able to guess that." The king patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be sad, I don't like sad children as a father myself." Gareki looked up with guilt in his eyes. Perfect. Just perfect. He had made the king uncomfortable. Sometimes he really envied Yogi's ability to make everyone comfortable.


After a while chatting with the king, Gareki heard steps coming to where he stood with the king and turned his head to see his head around to see the man –his father- coming to them. "It's a pleasure to meet you once more", he said to the king and bowed his head slightly. "And I thank you for keeping an eye on my son."

The king waved it aside. "It's nice to meet you as well, my dear friend. And I enjoyed talking to your son, he almost seems to know my oldest. It was quite refreshing."

His father nodded slightly. "I can't remember mentioning him though, what was his name again? I'm sorry the recent events have taken a troll on me." Gareki cursed silently in his head, could this situation get any worse?

The king looked pensive. "Then I wonder where your son learned his name though." He looked at Gareki and waited.

What could he possibly answer? 'I knew him in the future.' or 'We were completely in love in the future.' At the through he had to blush. "Sweetie, what's up?" Gareki shook his head, embarrassed and clueless. Why was he embarrassed now anyway? Oh, right he was standing in front of their parents. Their death parents, in the future at least.

"It's nothing", he pressed out. "Can we go now? I want to see more!" Maybe they were going to let him out of this situation without an answer.

"What do you want to see at first then, my dear guest?" Yes, he was in luck today. And then he smiled brightly at the adults.

"The library!" That had to be something close to where Yogi should have lessons.

His father seemed a bit gobsmacked but then took Gareki's hand in his and smiled slightly. "Maybe you just like books more than you should, sweetheart." Gareki blinked, but yes maybe that made sense, Yogi had mentioned before that he had read quite a lot when he had been younger.

"You can't like books too much!" he decided and pouted slightly. Playing a child wasn't as hard as he had thought at first. He was led through streets with small stalls full of fresh fruits and other goods mostly out of nature near materials. Sometimes Gareki stopped in wonder and looked at one. He also was able to bribe a pair of googles from his father with something he had quite often seen kids doing and adults referring to as puppy dog eyes. Happily Gareki fitted the googles to fit him earning a laugh from the two adults. The adults were chatting about something Gareki wasn't really interested in. At least none of the catchwords were mentioned, besides Yogi's and Mamori's names. He finally got the googles to something akin to fitting and looked around. He was close to the castle. He started to smile happily because he knew he should be closer to Yogi now.

"Sweetheart", he was pulled out of his thoughts, "Here we are." Gareki took in a building that was taller than most of the others or more like bigger than every other except the castle. Vines of roses grew up on the library the sandy stone was almost shining in the bright sun. He almost laughed, that was so Yogi like. The irony.

The king opened the doors easily and an aggravated voice reached their ears. "Young prince, at least try to concentrate! The visitors will still be here when you are finished!"

The king laughed softly. "I can imagine you don't have these problems, old friends, maybe my small guest will teach my son that books aren't boring."

"Oh? Then your son needs to teach mine that there is a life outside of written words." Gareki raised an eyebrow, were they really such polar differences? On a second thought, yes, they were. He wandered away from the adults closer to the voice of the annoyed teacher.

When he finally reached the other side of the library he finally reached a half opened door. Perking inside he saw Yogi, a lot younger as well, but he could surly assume it was him. Gareki slipped inside the room. The teacher didn't realise but Yogi sure did. He almost jumped up from his chair but Gareki gave him a sign to stay seated. Yogi did listen to him but didn't seem to like it. The teacher turned around and Gareki slipped next to Yogi into a chair pulling the older ones sheet with math exercises to him. "It's almost insulting how easy this is", Gareki mumbled and the teacher turned around in surprise.

When he saw Gareki sitting next to the prince he almost jumped out of his skin and screamed shrill. Yogi started to laugh and Gareki soon joined in. Even if Yogi didn't remember him, they could at least be friends for now. Their fathers busted into the room with an odd expression on their faces, which just made them laugh harder. They simultaneously called out to their laughing children. Yogi leaned over and hugged Gareki close. "Did I ever tell you how much I love you, sweetheart?" He had said it so silent that it must have been impossible for any other person than Gareki to hear it.

Gareki shook his head. "You always just say that you do it." Then he paused.

Yogi blinked slightly and then caressed Gareki's hair. "You're so adorable, my sweetest dear without a real name~!"

"I'm not adorable, Yogi! Just how often do I have to remind you of that?!" Yogi's touch was prickling on his skin like normally. He felt home. And oddly at peace. Gareki relaxed into the embrace and hugged back. "It's even weirder to be in a past you can hardly remember than just sort of remember your memories…"

Yogi nodded and hid his face in Gareki's neck. "I can imagine that." Softly his hands stroked Gareki's back. "It probably would have been better if you had turned the time a bit more back." His voice was just a whisper in Gareki's ears again.

"Why?" He was confused. Didn't Yogi want to meet him again so soon?

"You would have had a chance to meet your mother, you really adored her, you know?" Realisation drew in Gareki, that was why everyone on the ship had been so concerned about him, if he had lost an important person he would have been a mess for days or maybe even longer when he took his age into account. He nodded softly.

"Yogi", the king said with a certainty in his voice which made Yogi look up again. "Have you ever met him before?" For a second Yogi didn't know how to answer. Chronologically no, but in every other way, yes. Yogi bit slightly on his bottom lip, lost in his thoughts.

"Could I have met him before?" Yogi countered his question unable to lie to his father.

The king shook his head softly and then looked at the ambassador. "We might have a slight problem then. What do you think, old friend?" For a moment there was total silence, the teacher now sitting on his chair in shock. Yogi was for a second afraid he might get a heart attack.

Then the ambassador shook his head and raised his hands in defeat. "As much as I don't like it: It's not my decision and will never be mine." What were the adults talking about anyway?

Yogi's eyes widened suddenly. Gareki felt how Yogi's breath hitched slightly. Then he hid his face in Gareki's neck. "Aren't we too young for you to even think about such things?"

The ambassador nodded. "Your son is right. Resonance and a bond may be there, but they are too young." Yogi listened carefully. "Besides it would fluctuate with my son's decision as far as I see it." The king nodded again. "Let's go, your highness, we have much else to discuss." They left their children in the room together with the teacher, who finally seemed to calm down again.

Yogi let softly go of Gareki. "My father is insane…"

"Hm?" Gareki questioned softly. "What were they even talking about?"

Yogi shook his head and leaned down to whisper into Garekis ear, "Marriage. Soul resonance and the bond we established, make it pretty obvious. Traditions. I would be pressured into marrying you, in your culture you get to choose. This is the slight problem my father was talking about."

Gareki's eyes narrowed slightly. "How do they even know?"

"…I'll show you later…" Gareki nodded slightly and Yogi sat down at his chair like a civilised human being again. "You said this was easy right? I don't really understand it, sweetie, so please explain?" Gareki sighed but started to explain anyway.

The teacher's fingers massaged his temple. "The children from the capital really have a different educational background", he mumbled to himself as he observed Gareki teaching Yogi and even going deeper in the domain than required. Yogi's eyes widened in sudden understanding and he nodded. Gareki went on playing with the pencil, every now and then illustrating what he meant with arrows.


I think Gareki just mastered the art of being childish, I wasn't able to resist. If you found mistakes, grammar, spelling or story, please comment.

The question for this week: Shall I make a previously in the next chapters or do you still have in mind what happened the week before? I think the updates might get a bit more infrequent…

OLMUN was fun by the way and I even met a Karneval fan. I mean the manga/anime here. In Germany it's easily misunderstood… My teacher was really weird telling me to be careful in the net and all~ Me. Freaking me.

And something different, I might leave scenes out and already left one out as you might have noticed, but I don't really want to set the rating up. So anyone an idea? I'm still kind of for tumblr, but if nobody wants the mature scenes I don't need to write them. Besides I'm still not even eighteen so it wouldn't even be my… rating I guess. A friend of mine said just upload them without anything else your readers will be happy, but I don't really believe that. Ah, it will be some more time and it's not really incomplete like this, but it seems sort of like it to me, so any thoughts?

I wanted to ask who of you thinks as well that the manga seems to ship different pairs as the anime or if it's just my weird perception? Ok, this is much this week, you don't have to answer anything of course, you could just do it partly or not at all, but it would make me happy if you do answer or write at least something. On a completely different note: I'll have time to read fan fiction again really soon, like this or next week. Right after I finish the freaking book for German lessons that's mostly about overage things. If you think perverted I believe you're right but I didn't start yet, I always fall asleep at page 6 or 8.

Sincerely, Mal