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Silvermane1: The last chapter was basically an introduction to Draco's part in the story.
Here we go~
Harry watched Hani run towards Haruhi while erupting in tears. He stood there clutching the black notebook in some semblance of restrain, though he really did want to rush towards the two and check them over.
But he couldn't.
1. Because Renge was standing close to them.
2. Because the camera crew was waving him away—apparently, Renge never stopped ranting about him even while working on her silly projects.
So he stayed where he was, watching helplessly for a moment before moving away hesitantly to find one Ootori, Kyouya.
Hikaru nudged his brother and gestured at Harry's small form sneaking around the park in obvious search for someone. Kaoru chuckled at the cute picture that the boy made. The small boy looked from left to right; then, slightly alarmed, upwards—before cautiously moving to another place.
The twins got up from their chair and silently tailed Harry.
"Where could he be?" They heard the boy mutter.
Sharing a look of pure deviousness, the two strawberry haired boys moved in closer.
Harry stood oblivious to the twin's incoming attack—until, of course, after they've tackled him to the ground. He let out an indignant squawk as two boys simultaneously hugged him tight whilst sprawled on dirt.
"Get off, you oafs!" Harry squeaked, blushing to the roots of his hair when one of them snuggled onto his neck before blowing teasingly at his ear.
"Aw, Ry-chan, you're so cute~" Kaoru cooed, making the smaller boy blush a darker shade of crimson.
"Hikaru, Kaoru—" a cold voice made the twins froze in fear. "—is there any particular reason as to why I find the two of you here?"
In an instant, the two recoiled away from Harry.
"Kyouya-sempai!" Hikaru nervously shuffled on his place.
"We found Harry-chan~" Kaoru grinned, though obviously just as nervous as his brother.
"I see." The older boy answered curtly before raising an elegant dark eyebrow. "That doesn't explain why you're not where you're supposed to be." Sweat broke from the twins as they tried to squirm away from concealed evil glare they were receiving from Kyouya.
"Kyou-sempai," Harry smiled as he got to his feet. "—I was looking for you."
Kaoru's eyes widened at the nearly unnoticed change from the sophomore. Where coldness should have been was replaced by a strange glow of gentleness that he had never seen before. Kyouya's grey eyes became kind and understanding when he looked Harry—but indifferent when the sight was placed among anyone else. The 'uke' Hitachiin narrowed his eyes at the subtle emotions that passed by the older teen's face but his attention was quickly diverted when they were addressed.
"Hikaru, Kaoru, why don't you go back to the set. I'm sure Renge-san would be looking for you now."
The younger twin chanced a glance at his brother and was a bit miffed to find that the older twin's gaze was fixed on the ground, therefore, he concluded—he was the only one to witness the slight change in their vice-president's demeanor.
"Sure, Kyouya-sempai!" Hikaru chirped as he dragged his pensive twin.
Harry watched the twins' retreating back before turning back to the older boy. "Here!" he grinned as he presented the black notebook.
There was confusion on Kyouya's face was ignored as Harry berated him for leaving it in the room.
When the green-eyed boy was finally done talking, the Ootori teen smiled an indulging smile.
"Ry, that notebook isn't mine." Kyouya had to stop himself from laughing at the dumbstruck look on the other's face.
"What?" Harry blinked and retrieved the notebook for a closer inspection.
At the same time, Kyouya pulled out a similar black notebook from his jacket. "This one is mine."
"B-b-but, whose is this?" The small lad spluttered as he opened the notebook. He almost dropped it when he came upon an elegant writing in gold ink.
"That one, Ry?" A pleased look settled within those grey-eyes as Kyouya spoke. "That one is yours."
"Mine?" Harry gawked at his name written in gold letters.
"Yes," The older teen let out a silent chuckle as he lifted the boy's jaw to close his slightly gaping mouth. "—I know you don't remember it, but I gave this to you before you've lost your memories."
"You did?"
"Yes," Kyouya looked thoughtful for a moment. "I gave it to you as a sign of friendship." It wasn't a complete lie since he did give the journal to apologize, and therefore asking if they could forget the whole thing and start over again; though he would never admit.
"Oh . . ." A slight frown was displayed from the green-eyed boy. "What did I give you?"
Kyouya gave him a blank look. "I recall telling you not to bother giving me something back." Now, this one's a lie. He didn't even get any chance to hand the black notebook to the boy before they . . . what was the word that Sirius used . . . 'apparated' away from the local zoo. 'Never again.'
"Well, that's not right." Harry frowned deeper. "If you had given me something to remember our friendship, then I should've given you something as well, right?"
"It really is no trouble, Ry." Kyouya smiled in hopes to make the other drop the subject. "You need the notebook now to help you remember. I know they prescribe this method at the hospital for the amnesia patients. It's a theory that if one with amnesia starts a diary, there's a high possibility that one would remember their lost memories. It's a slow process, but I think it's effective."
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. Kyouya had hoped that the boy bought his impromptu excuse. He doesn't know why, but every time he lies to Harry he squirms from the inside. Half of him thought that maybe it was the magic that bound him to a pact with the Blacks, while half was debating on the existence of his 'conscience'. Was it possible that he actually feels . . . guilty?
"Alright." Harry muttered audible enough for the other teen. "Thank you."
Kyouya would've sighed in relief, if the other boy wasn't looking at him weirdly. "What?" he asked when he couldn't take it anymore.
"Nothing." The green-eyed boy then smiled brilliantly at him. "I still have to give you something though."
The older teen groaned inwardly before resigning to his defeat in dissuading the boy. "It really doesn't matter." He started and almost bit his own tongue when Harry gave him the puppy eyes . . . Well, in his case, Bambi eyes.
"Can't I just give you something?"
"You don't have to."
"Please?"
"Ry, really, you don't—"
"Please, I promise you'll like it—"
"—have to get me anything."
"I'll even keep it small so that it wouldn't bother you~"
Kyouya sighed and just nodded to appease the boy who was well on the way to a pout-fest.
Harry brilliant smile was enough to blind the nearest person (which was, unfortunately, the Ootori). "Thank you, Kyou-semppai!" he beamed and hugged the other teen.
The older teen stiffened slightly in surprise before patting the smaller boy in the head.
"I have to go now, Medusa-san might catch me—I'll never make it home alive to my father~" And with that, Harry ran back to the unused music room, all smiles and sunshine.
As this happened, two boys sat on the grass on the front yard of the school, watching the students walk idly by them. Few girls giggled at the sight of the blond foreign boy, while many froze at the sight of the Yakuza heir. It wasn't long until no one dared to walk by the yards anymore in fear of being frozen by the Human Blizzard of Ouran High. Yet they remained there, enjoying the peace and quiet.
"So, you just moved here recently?" Kasanoda Ritsu watched his new friend as the blond boy who had introduced himself as Draco lay relaxed on the grass with his arms under his head.
"Yes."
"Oh, where are you from?"
"Somewhere far . . ."
"Oh . . . May I ask where specifically?"
"Ritsu-san?" Kasanoda turned to the boy as he himself laid on the grass beside him.
"What do you for fun?"
"Eh?" The red head turned to Draco, only to see that the other teen wasn't paying attention to him but to the cheerfully blue sky. Sure, the boy didn't answer his question, but it was understandable since he was being a bit rude for asking so boldly. "Uhm . . . back at the house, me and my brothers usually play 'kick the can'."
"Kick the can?" Draco asked, yet his eyes remained on the drifting clouds. "How does one play that game?"
"Hmm, just explaining it won't do it any justice really."
"Oh."
"Yeah . . ."
"Will you show me sometimes?"
The red haired teen sat up straight at that. "Y-you want to p-play with me?"
Draco looked at him weirdly. "Of course," he scoffed. "—you aren't as imbecilic as the rest of the people here."
Ritsu let out a quiet chuckle. If he would be honest, he'd admit that he admire the other boy's persona. Draco was confident, handsome, witty and clever—he has yet to show any weakness that would bring down the high image that he portrayed. He was everything Ritsu was not.
"Plus, you reminded me of someone from my old home . . ."
The red haired Yakuza watched him intently as he spoke. Silver eyes glazed in remembrance. "Was he scary, too?"
Draco laughed at this. "Nope. Well, at least, I've never been scared of him. He's got loads of underlings whilst I got comrades and friends."
"What's the difference?"
"Underlings fear the leader; fear can cook someone's mind into doing something mental like: rebel or suicide. Comrades, however, share the same loyalty you hold for them, and both are equal. You help out each other most of the time, but that's what makes the bond stronger."
"So, you and I—?"
"We're friends."
"Not comrades?"
"Not yet."
"Okay, that's good to know."
"What is?" Draco finally turned his gaze to the boy beside him.
"That we're friends." Ritsu smiled.
The blond merely smiled back and watched a school janitor clumsily climb a ladder with a heavy looking metal bucket.
"I think he's new." The red head commented idly as he caught what his friend was looking at.
"It's quite obvious from the way he visibly shook from bottom to top of the ladder."
"He might fall."
"At least there are bushes to catch him. He should not have slanted the ladder that way."
"Why?"
"Well," Draco looked from left to right till he saw his walking example. "Look there!" he pointed at the boy with dark long hair in a thick braid walking distractedly towards the ladder.
"Is that a girl?"
"It's a boy; he's wearing the boy's uniform."
"O-oh, I didn't notice. I was looking at her—his face." Ritsu blushed.
"That's alright." Draco grinned. "He is exceptionally pretty. You've a good eye~"
The red head rolled his eyes at his friend's teasing. "Shut it."
Before anymore could be said, Draco's unspoken prediction happened.
As the boy walked under the ladder, the custodian had clumsily knocked the heavy metal bucket filled with water—but that wasn't all that happened.
Draco's eyes widened as the custodian himself fell, following his tool down towards the unsuspecting boy. In an instant the blond was at his feet yelling for the boy to look out.
Green-eyes caught his silver ones before snapping to the descending object and body.
The boy brought his arms up and braced himself for the pain that was sure to come—but all that came down was water.
Draco's mouth fell open as he stared at the levitating man and bucket.
"D-Draco, can you see that?" Ritsu gaped alongside him.
The blond ran towards the boy when he felt the accidental magic wavering. Quickly pulling the boy out of harm's way, he checked the small teen for any injuries.
When the man and bucket fell, the boy snapped out of his frightened state. "What happened?" the green-eyed student rasped, but allowed the taller teen to look at him.
"You've had a burst of accidental magic." Draco muttered as he checked the boy's arms.
"A what?"
"You." Silver bore unto emerald as he spoke. "You're a WIZARD!"
The happiness of finding someone like him overwhelmed Draco, but in a good way; he felt so happy, in fact, that he forgot about Ritsu at that moment. Until he heard a thud, that is.
The blond winced as he looked at Ritsu's unconscious sprawled form, before looking back at the boy.
Emerald eyes stared at him unseeingly; seemingly catatonic if not for the shaking grip on his arms. "Are you alright?" Draco asked, getting ready to catch the boy if his knees give in. The boy was paling alarmingly fast, and he was feeling very miffed at the thought of dragging two bodies to the school clinic using muggle methods.
"Y-you said wizard." The boy whispered, he heard anyway.
"What's your name?" Draco prompted as he grabbed hold of the boy's white shaking hands. 'So small.' He thought with a frown.
"H-Harry."
"Well, Harry, my name is Draco—"
"Draco . . ."
"Yes, and I'm a wi—"
"We met each other at Madam Malkins." Harry's green eyes were glazed, yet fear was a clear emotion in them.
"No." Draco chuckled quietly. "This is the first time that we've met."
"N-no, it's you." Green eyes cleared up. "I'm sorry."
Draco let out a small sigh of relief. For a moment, he thought that he was in some sort of trouble. "It's okay. Were you from Britain?"
"No." This made the blond frown.
"Then how on Earth did you know Madam Malkin?"
"Wait." Doe-eyes widened in panic. "That's real? She's real?" Harry whispered to himself. "Oh, GAWD. I thought those were just dreams . . ."
"Harry," Draco abruptly cut-off the boy's thoughts as he called him. "I know this won't be a great first impression from me—but do you mind helping me get Ritsu to the clinic?"
Harry could only nod blankly.
As they headed inside, he spoke to Draco three words that would unveil half of his life for him.
"I need answers."
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