Soo...instead of Studying for ACT's on the 12th, this one procrastinated and stress wrote. I hope that this chapter clears up everything so far, and I have no idea if I will actually be on a hiatus or not...stress writing. *Shrugs* But I am informing that soon the rating for this story will change from T to M, partly because of Gore and Violence; but mostly because there will be mentions of past sexual relationships and descriptions.

It is a Homosexual relationship that will be focused on. SO if you do not like that I am forewarning you and asking you not to bash me because of it.

New A/N-I am NOT going to Re-Edit this. I have gotten it to where I want it; and everything will get better for Harry. He has NOT been in Chaldea long so there is not much damage. Sorry if I seem like a bitch but, if you don't it then please stop reading.

Harry waited patiently for Bedivere who said he would be there soon; he was scared.

Ritsuka was just standing before falling so suddenly, there was so much red. Red and white, mixing together. His eyes were were so bright in that moment and so wide…

Harry whimpered as he tried to get rid of the imagne, it assaulting him over and over like a movie on replay.

Did he cause this?

"Being worried and doubting yourself is not going to help," a kind voice whispered, a warm hand settled on his head. Harry whipped up and locked eyes with a sky blue eyes that were looking at him tenderly. "I am Jeanne D'arc. I am master's first Ruler," she informed him. "How are you feeling?"

"I...I…"

"You don't need to speak, she shushed. "Perhaps you would like some food? Or a warm glass of milk?"

"I want Ritsuka," he whimpered, the cracking and splattering echoing in his ears.

"You cannot see him now," she began, but jumped at his wail.

"I want to see him," he cried, burying his face into his drawn up knees. "I need to see him!"

"Young Harry," she sighed, rubbing his back. "He is not in a good condition right now. In the morning you will be able too."

"Bu..but…"

"Calm," she shushed. "He will be fine. You must have faith in us…"

Harry had drifted off to sleep as Jeanne began hum, soothing his frazzled nerves. But it did nothing to ease the never ending loop of those horrible sounds.

Crack. Splat. Thump. Crack. Splat. Thump.

Over and over, for the whole time he dreamt. And dreamt of that horrible incident.

"Senpai," Mashu choked as she entered the room, her beloved Senpai hooked up to various machines.

"Bastard cursed his hand, and we have to let it run its course," a tech sighed, coming over. "It won't kill him," the man assured the teen.

"But," Galahad was tense, nothing was ever straight when it came to their master.

"He won't wake up for a while," he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "Normally, the master servant bond puts immense stress of Ritsuka, especially those of twisted origins or those who have any semblance of madness enhancement. But in this case it's repelling the spell. His higher than normal resistance to any and all harmful spells are on overdrive to kill this thing."

"Then…"

"He'll most likely be up in a about a year," he admitted.

"A year," Galahad growled.

"That's the latest," the tech raised his hands. "Best case in three months, but given the extent of the damage and the severity of the spell, it's best not to think he'll be awake in that time."

"Great," Galahad cursed as he kicked the wall. "Master will be out of commission because of some mages arrogance! And now we have a child to deal with! Without master who knows what will happen to him!"

His mind began to flash horrible imagines of what the others would do to the boy if he could not be there to protect him, cursing his Master's bleeding heart. Mashu tried to calm her brother, but it would be a while until he would think clearly once more.

King Hassan looked out into the dark night that was shone through the thick window.

The evening bell hath not tolled his masters, not yet at least.

He had failed. It was his duty to be his master's ever present shadow and protect him from and an all harm.

How could he allow himself to be such a fool?

"Woah," that tiny voice had him looking down and he felt a pang of agony go through him.

The wizard boy, oh he looked so much like their...like his beloved master. Unruly, inky black hair, glowing eyes and an open honest face that could hold no malice or bear no lie unto it. Such innocent and trusting eyes...oh how similar they were to his masters….even to this day he kept such a look.

"Yes," his voice was no doubt scary to the child and he was right. He flinched.

"Are you a servant of Ritsuka as well," he timidly asked.

"Indeed," Hassan inclined his head. "But I am called...Gramps."

"Oh! Your Gramps," the boy smiled brightly. "He always talks about you the most out of all the others!"

"Indeed?"

"Yeah! He always said you were the best," the boy mumbled a bit, thinking back to when his master COULD speak to him. "Can I see him?"

"No one is permitted into his rooms after today. He must rest undisturbed," Hassan informed the boy.

"Can you tell me more about him, then," he asked, his eyes doe like and so much like his masters.

"Very well."

Chiron and Scathatch looked over the various notes Ritsuka had made concerning Harry's education and the training regiment he had created...Grail knows when.

"He was serious about training the boy to make this things a quick as possible," the lancer murmured as she looked through the detailed pages.

"Master refuses to allow someone's desires mess up what has been accomplished," Chiron informed her. "I am sure that he slaved nights away creating this," he said, looking over the curriculum. "Seems he's taken into account if the boy might have a learning disability."

"He's a good person, but a fool," Scathatch grunted, her mind replaying the events of the hours prior.

"Still upset that you couldn't kill more of them, eh," Chiron chuckled. "Arthur sure got mad.."

"A noble and just man can lose themselves in anger," Scathatch sniffed, moving to another training workout. "Makes no surprise he did."

"But why," Chiron hummed, straightening the paper. "With the way he disliked the boy one would say he was jealous," he chuckled.

"The King of Knights...jealous," Scathatch jolted. "Well, that certainly explains his behavior and the knights."

"Hmm," Chiron nodded. "He was a bit upset that fact that his beloved master was taken away from him, coupled with the fact that he knows of the wizarding worlds disdain for mages. But the King had always been a worrywort over our master since he overheard him talking about suicide."

"He was far less vocal than Kingu, that's for sure," the lady of Dun Scaith muttered. "And Ritsuka was in a bad place at the time, he wasn't; he actually going to do it."

"Where is Kingu...or any of the beasts," Chiron suddenly jolted.

"ARRRGH," Kingu roared as he destroyed another mountain. "I WILL KILL THEM ALL!"

"Calm down," Caith Plug, Primate Murder or most common-Fou-yelped as he dodged the landslide. "Okay! I get your upset but the longer you rage the longer we are away from Ritsuka!"

"Oh, so you can transform back into your fluffy form and snuggle up to him without any repercussions," Kingu accused, the other beast not saying a word in his defense. "Hmph! I KNEW IT!"

Cath Plug ignored the son of Tiamat to turn to the woman who was wailing out toward the vast openness of the void world she had created with surveillance. Her wail was powerful and the Chaos tide poured from her never ending tears, lahmu emerging and losing their minds at the sound of her cries. They fought one another, Tiamat not noticing as she cried for her youngest.

The darkness around them could only mean one another as Fou moved his eyes to the brooding Goetia, the man still in human form, but his eyes were lost. Fou was the most wary of him; he was only tame with Ritsuka's constant presence.

If he was out of commission for too long who knows what could happen; worst case is that they burn him.

"IT'S BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID BOY! IF HE HADN'T COME THE ASSOCIATION WOULDN'T HAVE EITHER," Kingu roared toward the Heavens.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM," Fou finally gave in, eyes burning deep crimson as he stared at Kingu. "What has the kid done to you?! He's an abused boy that needed someone to save him! Our master is not so cruel as to leave him with someone like that and then put him into a broken system!"

"He took my brother from me! He...he's the one bringing him back to the child I fought in Babylonia," Kingu yelled, tears flowing down his face. "Why him!? Why is he the one that makes him smile like he used to? Why didn't he act the same way with me!? Why can't I do the same and bring forth that impudent child!"

"Kingu," Fou sighed, now he understood.

"I wanted to be the one that brought back such a smile! I wanted to be the one that master could rely on," he cried, his voice frantic as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Why did it have to be a no one that just happened to meet Ritsuka by chance," he wailed, his grief catching up to him in that single moment. "WHY NOT ME!?"

"Yes," Goetia whispered, not moving. "Why did he be the one that gave me the boy who once starred so fearlessly at me in the temple of time? Why couldn't I invoke such a reaction from Ritsuka? Why..why did it have to be that boy?"

"Can you not see," Fou sighed, having technically known Ritsuka the longest. "He wants to be someone that you can all go to and be happy with. He wishes to be the one to help bear your burden while being the unshakeable pillar to support you. We have been through the Grand Order, and the Lostbelts and everything else that fate has thrown our way. Each and every time our master has proven himself to be unshakeable."

"What is your point," Goetia snarled. "Do you think that we care whether or not he is able to fight and carry before us?"

"He does not want to be weak in your eyes. In the eyes that have witnessed his triumphs and falls," Fou sighed. "He does not want to burden you with thoughts that have long since passed and hold no meaning now. But that child is new, someone that has not seen what he has done and is able to help."

"That's stupid," Kingu yelled, fists clenched as he tried to comprehend why Ritsuka never came to him.

"Ritsuka is not one to give in. But when an opportunity arises, he will take it," Fou breathed, looking out as Tiamat ceased her wailing. "Perhaps master will open up now, but our malice toward the boy is unwarranted. Even you must admit that, Kingu."

"I...I hate him," he whimpered, but everyone knew that there was no true venom in Kingu's words. And the tears flowing down his face certainly didn't help.

Edmond sighed as he stood outside of the Medical Wing.

He knew he never should have allowed Ritsuka to convince both Merlin and Gilgamesh to go on that material gathering, if they were there than it would have been easier to spot.

He had watched the boy and knew what he meant to the other; for their master was far too stubborn a child to admit he had regrets that go far beyond what they originally thought.

He could only sigh and pretend that he knew nothing of the dark thoughts that invaded their masters mind, corrupted it. Corroded it to the point of a cesspool of regrets and self loathing. But he still kept that smile.

A smile that held little meaning to him, only meant to make others happy and trick them that he was no ill; that he was the picture of joy that he was in the beginning of the journey.

What a lair his master was.

With a bark of a laugh he turned to leave when he caught sight of the child, the boy jolting as Edmond's gaze locked with his.

"I am afraid that this room is off limits to anyone aside from medical staff," he sniffed, the boy deflating a bit. "Were you actually hoping to see him?"

"A..are you Mr. Dantes," he asked, Edmond jolting at the title. "C..cause he...he said you were really nice."

Oh, so master had spoke about them to the boy.

How very much like him.

"Indeed I am," Edmond smirked. "Then you know I am the 'scary avenger', correct?"

"Hu..huh," he cocked his head to the side confused and Edmond suddenly felt very cold. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Don't….there was no way…

THERE WAS NO WAY THAT MASTER FORGOT TO TELL THE BOY ABOUT WHAT THEY WERE AND WHAT HAPPENED!

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