Note to self: The Listen on Repeat app will sometimes switch from Tokyo Ghoul music to Overwatch music randomly.

Anyway, I'm back! Sorry for the long delay, it hopefully won't happen again.

No more disclaimer, we've had enough of that, so let's move on! This chapter is extra long (I hope lmao) so I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Ten: In All of His Glory

Shizuo and Izaya were back in Hiro's mind when he woke up.

"So you finally did it, eh?" Hiro said, brushing his teeth with a grin.

"Eh?" The two blurted.

"Just because I'm asleep doesn't mean I can't tell what you two are doing," Hiro snickered.

The spirits grumbled quietly.

"Yeah, yeah, we did," Shizuo pouted.

Hiro laughed.

He exited the dorm and went to eat breakfast.

"I wanna try to find a way for muggle technology to work in Hogwarts," Hiro said to the spirits while eating toast.

"Already?" Shizuo sighed. "Hiro, just relax and do your schoolwork. Enough is on your head at this point."

"But I wanna find a way to make a phone work! I've already got an idea!" Hiro insisted.

Izaya sighed. "It would be cool Hiro, but maybe when we figure out the Kida thing. Something's off about some of these people."

"Ooh, more spirits?" Hiro said with gained curiosity.

"Looks like it," Izaya said.

"Good morning, Hiroshi!" Cedric said cheerily, sitting down.

Hiro's smile brightened. "Hello, Cedric-san!"

(A/N: there is no definite source of the schedule Hufflepuffs get, so I'll try to avoid any mention of a definite schedule. I've got an idea about what the schedule is, but I'm still working on it.)

Cedric sat down.

"Him," Shizuo said. "He feels weird too."

"Whether that's good or bad, I don't know," Hiro said.

"Are you good today?" Cedric asked, setting a bagel on his plate.

"Yeah," Hiro said. "I'm fine."

He wanted to scream, to let loose, to go berserk in his vessel's mind. He wanted to remind the vessel of his existence and show them his pain.

Indeed, for eleven years he was in agony, watching as the boy grew up in a world of wizards.

Barely alive, he watched, yet he wasn't alive enough to act.

It pained him greatly.

He just wanted it all to go away.

It was during potions class when he felt something breach the boy's mind. He felt the instinctual stab of panic grow into a gnawing fear.

His flickering body turned towards the assailant.

He froze.

Izaya Orihara in all of his glory stood there, smirking.

"Why hello there, Kida Masomi-kun."

Hiro sighed as Professor Binns droned on and on about nothing.

"Shizuo, when's Izaya coming back?" Hiro mumbled.

Shizuo shrugged. "Dunno."

Izaya sprung in suddenly.

"Ah! Flea, what the fuck!" Shizuo yelped angrily.

The informant was practically giddy. "Minna, guess who I found?!"

"Who?" Hiro perked up at his adoptive father's words.

"We were right!" Izaya grinned, spreading his arms wide. "Kida is, in fact, inside of Blaise-kun!"

"What?!" Both Shizuo and Hiro yelled, and Hiro's body spasmed abruptly, a few classmates looking at him concerned.

"What did he say?!" Hiro demanded.

"Well," Izaya chirped, "he cursed out my existence for a minute then demanded questions, which I happily have the answer to."

"What are we going to do now?" Shizuo asked.

"Well, Kida-kun's spirit is very weak, and he hasn't had any influence on his vessel yet," Izaya explained. "Maybe if you, Hiro, tell Blaise-kun about us, then Kida's spirit will grow strong."

Hiro clenched his fist. "That could work... But it'll be hard."

"We'll just appear if he doubts you," Shizuo said gruffly.

Hiro sighed. "Okay."

"Yo, Blaise-kun, I wanna show you something," Hiro said.

"What is it?" Blaise looked curious, trailing behind Hiro.

Hiro glanced around, making sure no one was there.

"Do you know why I, the Boy-Who-Lived, look nothing like my parents, or someone of English origin?" Hiro said, turning around.

Blaise shook his head. "No," he said warily.

"Because," Hiro strained out, "I am the vessel of the spirits of two men from Ikebukuro."

"What," Blaise stepped back. "You're crazy, Hiro. Snap out of it."

"It's true," Shizuo said, materializing.

Blaise jumped, facing the Japanese man. He started to shake. "No... I'm going crazy..."

Izaya set a hand on Blaise's shoulder. "Konnichiwa, Kida-kun."

A surge of energy escaped from Blaise, and he turned around, slapping Izaya's hand away. "Don't touch me, Izaya!"

"Shizuo!" Blaise-no, Kida-said. "And your vessel, Hiroshi!"

And then it was back to Blaise, who fell to the floor with a hand over his mouth.

"How...?" Blaise whispered.

Blaise faced the blond boy yet again. "You!" He yelled. "Who are you?! What did you do?!"

The blond boy looked bored. "Hiro's telling the truth. I'm Kida Masomi, from Ikebukuro."

Blaise shook. "A spirit is living inside of me...?"

Kida solemnly shook his head.

"Well..."

Kida perked up.

"Well hello Kida," Blaise said, smiling.

Kida smiled back.

Shizuo and Izaya vanished as Blaise ran over to hug Hiro.

Hiro laughed, gripping onto Blaise's shirt.

"Also, Kida," Hiro smirked. "Shizuo and Izaya are in a relationship."

"Hiro! No!" The two yelled.

"What?!" Kida practically screamed inside of Blaise's mind.

Blaise flinched at the boy's voice, watching as Hiro laughed.

"You'll get used to it, Blaise-kun," Hiro said, standing up.

"I hope so."