Discalimer: SuikodenKonomi, ClikMe
This was actually going to be one chapter, but it seem to be get a little long, so I cut it into to. I figure it might be fun to write in different people point of view for this part.
First Day – Part 1
Viktor and Jason's point of view
"Viktor!" There was a pound on the door. "Viktor! We're five minutes late! It's after nine." The pounding becomes harder. "We were supposed to be up before he does, so we could get him up on time. Let's go in there."
"Go away and let me sleep." Viktor grumbled. "And quit pounding on that door. It makes the pounding in my head worse."
"I told you not to start that drinking game with Amada and Rikimaru." Jason says as he slams open the door and barrages into the room.
"Arrgh." Viktor sits up slowly and ruffles up the hair on his head. "Nobody challenges the drinking king and gets away with it." He flops back onto his pillow and bring the covers up over his head. "I had to defend my title." His muffled voice comes from under them.
"I would think you'd quit after the thirteen shot of rum." Jason said with a sigh, as he yanks the covers off the big guy. "Now get up and get dressed." He picks up the shirt Viktor had thrown into a corner the night before. "Should really think about getting your laundry done." He holds the crumbled shirt away from him as he wrinkled his nose.
"Yeah, yeah." Viktor yawns before he finally gets out of bed and stumbles over to his stand where his washing dish and pitcher of water was. He smacks is dry lips as he pours water from a pitcher in the dish. Viktor lets out another yawn, before splashes the cold fresh water in is face and the shake his head like a dog drying himself.
"Hey!" Jason yelps and put the shirt up as defense against the drops of water coming at him. "If I wanted a shower, I'd go to the baths."
"Sorry." Viktor grumbled as he snatched the shirt from Jason and pulls it on. He does his belt, yanks his gloves on and slings the Star Dragon Sword over his shoulder.
"Must you jerk me so much?" SDS complained. "You may have to wake up, but it doesn't me that I have to."
"Oh shut up." Viktor said, rubbing his head. "Let's go." He motions Jason to follow him. They walk out of his room and over to Flik's room. Viktor pounds loudly on the door. 'Head…hurts. Pounding…not good.' Viktor puts a finger to one of his temples and massages it a bit. "Fl…I mean Clik, get your ass up!!" Viktor cringes from the pain in his head. 'Yelling, even worse. Why me?' No answer comes from the room. Viktor pounds again with his free hand and winces from the pain it caused at the same time. Suddenly, there was a tap on his shoulder. "What?!" Viktor whips around startled and yell. 'Oi…really not a good idea. Now the room is spinning. I'd swear off drinking forever, if it wasn't so good to get so plastered.'
"Whoa, easy there." Jason said, jumping back. "Here, this might make you feel better." Jason holds out a small vial of purple liquid. "It's Praiser."
"Alright." Viktor snatches the vial from Jason and downs it. "I didn't think we have any left."
"Well, now that we have a trading area, a farm, plus a restaurant with many herbs and spice, it's easier to make." Jason said with a matter-a-fact tone in his voice.
"Ok, back to business." Viktor said, tossing the vial over his shoulder. Jason had to duck quickly for it to miss his head. "Let's go in there Clik, we don't have all day." Viktor had resumed pounding on the door. Again there was no answer. "That's it, I'm coming in whether your ready or not." Viktor grabs the knob fiercely and shoves the door open. To his surprise, there was nobody there. Both he and Jason come into the room to have a look around. To their surprise the found the room to be cleaner than even their old Flik would have had it. The bed was made so neatly you could bounce a coin high on it, yesterday's clothes were folded neatly in the hamper, what books he did have were re-organized by height, and the floor was swept clean. So amazed with how the room looked, that when they heard a tap on the door, it startled them. They turn around to see find it to be young Tuta standing in the doorway holding his notebook in one hand and medicine bag in the other. He looked to be a little out of breath.
"Whew I finally had time to get away and get you guys." Tuta managed to get out after a few deep breaths. "Sir Flik has been up for hours."
"Hours?" Viktor nearly choked. "What was he doing up so early? What time did he get up?"
"At least six o'clock." Tuta said, flipping back through his book. "It was at first cock's crow."
"How do you know this?" Jason inquired.
"Cause…well…" Tuta blushed a bit. "I camped out here, to be sure to see Sir Flik leave his room. I slept by the door. Almost killed myself trying to hid when he came bursting out." Tuta seem to turn white, remembering the event that happened. Then he said proudly. "Good thing I did, cause I would have miss a great amounts of notes."
"So where is he?" Viktor asked.
"In the restaurant with Lord Justin, he keeping Sir Flik entertained." Tuta fidgets on the last sentence.
"Lord Justin?" Jason was surprised at this. "I thought you two were suppose to keep out of sight."
"We tried." Tuta said anxiously. "We were very far away from him, but he found us out and wanted to know what we were up too." Tuta looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his head. "Justin brought up something about breakfast and Sir Flik said that he wouldn't mind cooking it for both of us."
"He what?" Viktor and Jason asked in unison. "Cook?"
"Yeah, surprised Hai Yo too. But the chef didn't object." Tuta waves for the two men to follow him. "Come on, Justin's keeping him busy so you guys can catch up to him."
Tutu's Observations
Tuta was curled up in him mummy sleeping bag. He was dreaming about handing a neat, well-written, pages full notes notebook to his mentor Dr. Huan and being highly praised for his good work. Unfortunately for him, that dream was being interrupted by the crow of the cock. Tuta grumbles something about maybe talking Yuzu into letting that bird be the next meal, when he heard another noise that cause him to shoot straight up. It was the sound of feet hitting the ground and moving about. Tuta struggled madly to get out of his sleeping bag, but much to his bad luck, he found the zipper stuck. With the use of the wall, Tuta managed to stand up and was now hopping around. He looked like a brown jumping jellybean and cursing in the only way an eleven old could. "Brother fairy bag. Of all my spitten luck."
"Who's out there?" He hears come from the door and Tuta stops bouncing around. "Oh snot." He tries to make a run for it. In the brief minute of forgetting he was still in the sleeping bag, Tuta manages to meet the floor face to face. Footsteps come rushing to the door and Tuta had to do an imitation of an inchworm to get way. He heads for a corner, where a conveniently placed large potted plant sat for him to behind. Holding his breath, Tuta sees the door fly open and a man in ninja pants, holding the collar of a ninja shirt to his neck with one hand and the bottom around his waist with his other arm. The man looks around to see where the noise was coming from and spies no one. Shrugging he goes back in and closes the door. Tuta breathes a sigh of relief as he goes back to struggling with the cursed zipper. A few minutes later the door opens again and Tuta stops moving to watch as a man who looks like Flik, dress in a red ninja suit, come jogging out of the room and down hall opposite of where Tuta hid. The man jumps onto the windowsill and squats down like a frog. He seems to be surveying the land below. Deciding to forget about getting out of the sleeping bag, Tuta hops after the man and gets close enough in time to the man dive out the window. Hopping faster, Tuta get to the window in time to see the man glide through the air. "Sir Fl…Clik!" He yells as he sees the man land on the roof of the liberty with great poise and ease.
Whether Clik turned around to see who yelled at him was unknown to Tuta, because at that moment the young boy had a face full of fur. Seems that Mukumuku, the flying squirrel, came in through the window aimed straight at Tuta. One would think that the caped squirrel had mistaken the young doctor for a rather large peanut, because Mukumuku tore away at the sleeping bag. In no time, Tuta was free and Mukumuku was in a cursed fit for losing the chance of eating the world's largest nut. Leaving the squirrel to curse its own luck, Tuta ran to the window to see if Clik was still there. To his lovely luck, the man in red was no longer there. "For the love of the two runes!" Tuta roars so loud that birds flocked from the trees. "Where did that guy go?" He whips around to see his notebook on the floor, it had been in the bag with him the whole time, so it was quite beaten. 'Oh, man. There goes the neatness part of my dream.' Tuta picks up the book and scribbles madly about all he had witnessed so far. To his observation, Flik was not himself in anyway. When he finishes writing the last part about the window and Flik jumping out of it, it comes to him.
"Of course. How could I have been so stupid? The dojo, he must be there. Where else would a man in a ninja suit go?" Tuta said to nobody particular. Without really thinking, Tuta closes his book and grabs Mukumuku by the tail, dragging the poor squirrel out after him. Mukumuku starts to object, but Tuta tells him to chill out as that he might need the squirrel's help later. Without much of a choice the squirrel folds it's paws and allowed itself to be dragged down the three flights of stair, out through the courtyard, all the way to the front of the dojo. Once there, Tuta releases the squirrel and peers in through the window to see Clik doing handstand push-ups. 'Is that normal for Sir Flik?' Tuta wonders. He hears footsteps coming and he turns around to see Miklotov and Camus come up for their morning training. They question Tuta about his being there and he points to Clik, who was now doing the splits to stretch from side to side. Tuta could tell from the looks on the two knight's faces, that this was not Flik's regular routine. Camus proceeds to tell Tuta that they've never seen Flik up so early and train like that before. They continue to watch as Clik now perches himself on a balance beam to do many a gymnastic feat on the beam.
"I've never known Sir Flik to be…be so bendable." Tuta hears Miklotov say with amazement. Tuta proceeds to write it all down. 'This will be interesting stuff for Dr. Huan and Lord Shu.' After awhile, LC Chan and Wakaba come into the dojo through another door, to find Clik there. When Clik spies the teacher with his student, he does a back flip off the beam and lands right in front of them. They talk a while before separating into different sides of the room. "What's going on?" Tuta asks, but the answer become obvious as all three strike a martial arts poses. This surprises everyone, both inside and out. L.C.C and Wakaba look at each other before looking back at Clik. They seem to question on whether he was sure about something or not. Clik nods, they shrug and proceed to attack him. In a flash of flips, tosses, sweep kicks, punches, both teacher and student found themselves on the floor. Clik stands straight up, a left hand on his hip and his right flipping hair that doesn't seem to be there out. Realizing that there was no hair there, Clik blushes and rubs the back of his head instead. After bowing in respect to them, Clik heads for the door. Camus, Miklotov and Tuta scramble over each other as they try to make sure Clik does not see them. Confuse the cape squirrel just stands there and watches as a man, in a red ninja suit, comes from the building. Noticing Mukumuku, Clik says in a sweet voice. "Aren't you adorable." Then with a huge grin, he gives the squirrel a rub on the head and runs for the front of the castle. One would guess that he was heading for where the baths are. In a flash all three men were back to the front of the dojo wondering what was going on.
"I don't know what to make out of any of this, but I think I really need to get Lord Justin up." Tuta says. "Except I can't really take my eyes off Sir Flik any longer than I already have." Suddenly the young doctor gets an idea. He turns to Mukumuku. "Go wake Lord Justin and have him meet us down by the baths." He tells the squirrel. The caped one doesn't move. "Oh come on, please." Tuta begs, but Mukumuku still does nothing, except cross it's paws and turns it's back on them. "Ah, he's still made for mistaking me for a nut." Tuta says, only to get a confused look from Camus and Miklotov. "Never mind, it's a long story." The two knights look at each other and shrug. Then Camus leans down to whisper something into the caped squirrel's ear. Mukumuku's eyes light up and it was gone in a flash. "What did you tell him?" Tuta inquires.
"That there would be a big bag of peanuts in his future if he were to lend a paw." Camus replied with a laugh. "Now you better catch up to Sir Flik before you lose him." Tuta nodded and headed to the front of the castle. Once at the baths, Tuta peeked into the men's room to find Clik washing. Clik splashing a bucket of water on his body and he shiver. 'Washing with cold water? In this weather?' Tuta was confused.
Justin's Outlook
The crow of the rooster reached up to the room of Lord Justin of Hogwarts castle. The first thing that came to Justin's mind was when he first bought that rooster. '200 potch. Best price you're ever going to get. And think about it, you're buying nature's alarm clock. The man says.' Justin thinks to himself as he rolled over and pulled the pillow over his head. 'I'm thinking about have chicken being put back on the menu.' Justin was able to grab another hour and a half sleep, till a certain caped squirrel, which he found back in Kyaro, rudely awakened him. "Mukuuuumukuuuuuu." Justin said in an irritated voice. "Go away and let me sleep." But the little squirrel squealed and kept pulling on the pillow. "Argh, what do you want?" Justin sat up so suddenly that it made Mukumuku fall on his legs, holding the pillow. The squirrel looked back at him with big eyes. Then he jumped to his feet and made frantic mimic movement, most of it was pointing down the stairs and to the end of the castle. Justin shook his head as he rubbed his eyes. "I don't get it." He flops back on to his bed and tries to pull the blankets over his head. 'Maybe this is a bad nightmare…wait, that's kind of redundant.' Mukumuku hopped on the floor and pull the sheets back. "Whaaaat?" Justin said in an annoyed tone. The squirrel looked around the room to see some things that might help. He grabbed a couple of cotton balls, mashing them together to make a large white ball, then he grabs a black bag and rushed back to the front of the bed.
"Mu, muk." The squirrel put the cotton ball on the back of his head and holding the bag in front of him he bounced on his toes. "Ok…Something about Tuta, I'm assuming." Mukumuku tapped his nose, he toss the bag to the side and taking the cotton ball off his head as he proceed to use it like a sponge. "Baths?" Mukumuku squealed with delight and toss the ball away. He looked around for something else to use. Suddenly he realizes that the answer was on his back. He turns around and points to the cape. "Flik?" Mukumuku taps his nose again. "What about all that?" Mukumuku falls on the floor, looking like it was about to cry. It then jumped on the bed, grabbed Justin collar and starts to shake him. "Wwwwhhhhaaaatttt?" Mukumuku flops on his rear and looks around the room. He spies the notebook and points to it. "Hmm? Tuta Baths Flik notebook ……I don't have a clue."
At this point Mukumuku was now throwing a squirrel of a tantrum. After a few minutes, he calmed down. He runs to the notebook, grabs it, throws it at Justin, grabs Justin's wrist, and pulls with all his might. "Alright, alright. I'm getting up." Justin gets out of bed and gets dressed. He looks down at his caped annoyance. "Now what?" The squirrel took off with Justin chasing after him, with his notebook in hand. They ran down all five flights of stair and to the main hall in time to have a man with a large towel, wrapped around his body from under his arms down to his knees, hurry past Justin from the bath area back to the officer's barracks. Tuta came into the room just after the man left. He stops by the staircase, seeing Justin leaning on the door jam.
"Oh, Lord Justin. You're up and wake. Come on. We must keep up with Sir Flik." Tuta pulls Justin after him. Heaving a sigh, Justin allows himself to pulled by Tuta down the hall, back up to the third floor. There they both hid by the wall where the staircase was. They kept an eye on door and waited for its residents to make an exit. Here Justin was finally able to catch his breath, rest and hear what kind of morning Tuta had with Clik so far.
"Definitely not like Flik." Justin mutters, but was hush as Tuta pointed to the door. They looked as they see the man they have to watch come out dress as he was described the night before, weapons and all. The man headed for the stairs, which meant Justin and Tuta had to beat feet quick. They ran from the staircase and found; yet another conveniently placed large potted plant to hid behind. They watch as the red caped man come to go down the stair and slowly, as quietly as they possible could, follow after Clik. They come to the second floor and see him head left down the hall. They follow Clik to the next room, he turns around and they jump back behind the doorway. Clik goes into the next room and they come halfway to the room behind him, when he turns around again. This time they jumped into the stairway. The man has a confused look on his face, but Clik shrugs and moves on down the hall. They follow him and see him go down into yet another room. They get halfway down the hallway when Clik turns around, this time there was not conveniently placed large potted plant to hid behind. There wasn't even a little plant for them to make an attempt. Clik comes towards them and not looking too happy about the fact that he was being followed.
"Uh, oh." Tuta says. "No placed to hide."
"Um…hello, Clik." Justin says.
"Hello…" Clik looks at them with a raised eyebrow. "…um, is you name Lord Justin?" He asked
"Yes…" Justin tried his best to not act too nervous. "And this is Tuta." Tuta looks from around Justin and gives a weak smile.
"Nice to meet you two." Clik says, holding a hand out. Justin slowly takes it and shakes it, then they let go. "Perhaps you can explain why you are following me?"
"Well…we weren't really following you. Um…we were wondering…" Justin searches for something to say, when his stomach growled.
"Hey, you must be hungry." Clik said. "I was about to go to the kitchen and make some breakfast. Would you both like to join me? I've been told that my pancakes are to die for."
"Uh…that would be nice." Justin said, he could have sworn he saw the man's ears twitch when his stomach growled. "The restaurant is this way, if you follow me."
"Oh good. I had a feeling it was, but not too sure." Clik said as he follows after Justin. Tuta followed after him and soon they were all in the restaurant's kitchen. Hai Yo comes in to see Clik mixing batter. Tuta was holding the man's cape and Justin was holding the man's weapons. Hai Yo was astonished to find them in the kitchen and a bit puzzled.
"I could make food your you." Hai Yo said anxiously.
"Nah, it's ok. I like to cook." Clik said with a smile. "Its kind of fun."
"I know what you mean." Hai Yo agreed. "But I didn't know Sir Flik to cook."
"My name is not Flik, it's Clik." There was now a frown Clik's face.
"Uh…" Hai Yo looked at Justin and Tuta. They nodded like it was all right. "Well let me know if I can help, Sir…Clik." Hai Yo left the room rubbing his head and with a confused look on his face. In almost no time Clik had pancakes, scrambled eggs, and orange juice prepared for the three of them.
"Why don't we go to the balcony to eat?" Justin suggests. "It has a nice sight out to go with the meal."
"Sounds like a lovely idea." Clik agreed. He took the plate of eggs and pancakes. "Why don't you take the pitcher of juice?" He said looking at Justin and Tuta. They nodded and he left the room.
"Go get Viktor and Jason, they're suppose to be with him to make sure Flik does his usual routine." Justin whispered to Tuta. Tuta nodded as he handed the cape to Justin and took off for the officers' barracks. Sighing, Justin slings the cape over one shoulder, the heavy weapons on the other and holding the pitcher in both hands trudges out to the balcony.
"Oh, hey. Where did Tuta go?" Clik said, jogging over to relieve Justin of his cape and weapons. "Sorry about that."
"Ah…he went to check in with Dr. Huan." Justin said hesitantly. "He is Dr. Huan's apprentice. He had to make sure he was free to have breakfast here."
"Oh I see." Clik said. He pulls his cape back on while he waits for Justin to have seat, then has a seat himself. He slings his weapons on the back of the chair. The two begin to eat. Justin was amazed at how well everything tasted. 'Looks like Hai Yo might have another rival, next to Gremio. Must make a mental note to write this down later. Whatever happen to Flik's head, it has made him a better cook.' Minutes later Tuta comes through the door and Clik beckons him to come over to join him.
"Tuta, over her…oh no." Clik's face goes white. "Not them." Justin turns around to see Viktor and Jason follow after Tuta enters the room. "It's that bear-man nutcase and his little side-kick." Clik shoves the last mouthful of pancake into his mouth, downs the last of the orange juice in his glass and swallows hard. Nearly chocking, Clik pounds on his chest to get the food down. He slings his weapons over his back and hops over the rail off the balcony, before Viktor and Jason makes it to the table. There was a screech and everyone turns around in time to see Nina hit the floor as she has fainted. Nanami and Chaco come rushing out onto the balcony to drag her off with apologies of letting her get away from them. With that taken care of, everyone goes back to looking over the edge of the balcony. They don't see Clik anywhere.
"How could he do that?" Justin asked, frantically searching for any sign of Clik.
"I saw him jump a story down this morning." Tuta said, flipping back in his notebook. "But nothing about two stories. I hope he didn't hurt himself."