"Arystar, open the door," Arystar jolted at his father's voice before he opened the door and jump into Krory's arms.

"Dad," he whimpered happily. "I'm alright, I'm alright."

"What did they do? Where is that bastard?! I will"

Arystar stopped him, "He's taken care of. He can't hurt anyone anymore."

"Still want to rip him to pieces…"

Arystar gave a sobbing laugh, "Been done," he finally cracked under the pressure and crumbled in his father's grip.

"Shhh, it's alright," Krory picked up the boy and held him. "We can go home if you want…"

Arystar looked up at his father, he shook his head, "No, it's over with now. I want to stay a little longer. Komui has a theory he wants to test. I told him I wouldn't give him an answer until you got back…"

"What kind of theory?"

"Nothing bad Dad, he just wants to see if I can build up immunity on my own, so I don't have to hurt anyone…"

Krory looked skeptical, but he was happy to keep away from the topic as long as his son wanted to, "How would he go about testing that?"

"Well, there's the method use to become immune to most poisons… Then there's the opposite approach, but he wants to try using the poison one first."

Krory was concerned by his son's distant tone but knew it would fade when the boy truly wanted to talk about what had happened. "Alright, it's your choice. So long as it's safe I won't go against your choice."

"Okay Dad," Arystar hugged his father. "Welcome back! Oh! So what was the cause of the 'disturbances'?"

Krory grumbled, "Some Satanist group decided to use the deserted husk of an old castle as a worship sight… It's bad enough we were labeled strigoi, we don't need Satan involved with the family name…"

"Wait, what?!" Arystar was confused as they finally left his room to tell Komui his answer.

Krory could only laugh, "Never mind." He patted the boy's head and led the way towards where he knew the scientist to be. And they found him, face first in a mound of paperwork snoring like a chainsaw. "Long night?"

"That's somewhat my fault…" Arystar ducked his head. Krory smiled and set a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Komui, wake up you lazy clutter bug! Arystar has something to tell you," Komui jerked awake and rubbed at his eyes before looking up at the two Krorys.

"Pot meet kettle… by the way, you're both black," Arystar rolled his eyes when his father blinked at him. "You calling anyone a clutter-anything is just not right."

"What about pot and kettle?" Krory was genuinely confused.

"English saying. Pot calling the kettle black. Ugh… how to explain it! Would be like me calling you a vampire."

"I think I understand that. Takes one to know one, like that saying?"

Arystar could only laugh, "Well… You would be the expert in this case." He shook his head, some days it was just hard to explain things to his dad.

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Arystar was glad that no one had even mentioned the incident that had occurred some days before. Now he just had to remember to take his 'medicine' at the designated times and everything would be fine. And damned if he'd already missed two doses already… Komui had warned him not to just take all the doses he had forgotten for fear of throwing off the results or causing a backlash and just outright poisoning himself.

"Hey Al!" Arystar blinked at Robert's voice then noticed the bags his friend was carrying. "You forgot, didn't you?"

"Oh, your dad's time… Sorry, out of it today. I didn't realize it was so close to school starting," Arystar shook his head, he was feeling a little weird but he knew that was caused by his new routine.

"Two weeks. Don't lose track again, you gotta be there the first day otherwise you'll be screwed with that advanced class you've got. She runs full tilt from what I here."

"I won't, I'll set my phone to remind me… Oh, I've got to tell Dad too. I think he's lost track with everything going on. Thanks for the reminder. Have a nice flight."

"You're not going to see me off?"

"Can't, I'm feeling dizzy and Komui said I'm suppose to stay near if that starts happening."

"Oh, gotcha. Best of luck. See you in Science?"

"Yeah, I think we've got Gym too this year. See you in a few weeks."

"Later," Robert waved and headed off in the opposite direction.

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"Mmm," Arystar grumbled and held his stomach, he didn't feel sick… "Komui, I think you need to lower the dose, I'm starting to feel pain."

"Arystar? Oh, let's take a look and see if we should continue," Komui was worried; the boy didn't look too good. "Just sit back and I'll take some blood and look you over."

"My heart beat is slow, like I'm falling asleep and I'm constantly dizzy," Arystar didn't even flinch when Komui took a small blood sample and lifted up his shirt to listen to his chest.

"Thirsty?"Arystar just nodded when the scientist took the stethoscope away. "Water?"

"Anything, my mouth feels dry."

"Let me see your neck," Komui had the boy lean forward to search at his hair line.

"What for?"

"The one time I've seen your father come in with Akuma blood poisoning the marking only showed on the back of his neck and spine." Komui sighed when he noticed a few black splotches on the surface. "That's it, no more… I'm getting Krory, you need the antidote."

"I'm alright! Just lower the doses," Arystar grabbed his arm before he could leave.

"I can't let this continue. Any human would have been dust with the first dosage. We don't know what the affects could do to you… I'm getting your father, the test is over."

Aystar leaned back and rubbed his face as Komui left. He needed to find some way around feeding off his father and his friends…

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(Time break) Setting School

"Mr.… Crowley, kindly take those sunglasses off," Arystar grumbled and slid off the only protection from the overly bright lights of the outside world.

"It's pronounced Krory, Mr. Mark," Arystar wiped his eyes and tried to get use to the brightly lit class room again.

"Been up all night partying Lockjaw?" Terrance snickered once the teacher turned back around.

"I've been on a plane all night… Baka," Arystar grumbled and leaned against his hand to try and get a moments rest.

The bell rang and Arystar rushed to throw his new Math textbook in his locker before he went to find his next class. He gulped before he entered his Literature classroom, this would not be fun…"

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