Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Tokyo Ghoul, the rights of this wonderfull stories are for J.K Rowling and Sui Ishida.
I hope you like my first story in English.
kent-jensen: I hope you continue to enjoy it.
mizzrazz72: Yes, that could have been done by her but since she was born of Muggles, at that time she would not have enough importance to gain child support. During the war they were more interested in the conflict to pay attention to something like that, consider that James comes from a much older family and that he previously belonged to the sacred 27. Sadly, at that time, discrimination is latent.
ButteryBiscuits: Thank you! I have a good beta who is proofreading, I hope you enjoy the new one.
2
This winter morning, a fierce storm begins to unload its fury on the streets of London, while a plane disappears from the known skies of Britain.
A woman with long light blonde hair who seems to exude an ethereal beauty and eyes of a crystalline blue is the only one to see it apparently. Pandora Lovegood drinks a coffee with a serious and problematic expression, turns her gaze to the glass table where a game of tarot cards is distributed in the form of a pyramid.
"The decay of bad choices always leads to a worse outcome," she says, picking up the cards as she takes another sip of her cup. "I would like you not to suffer the same fate that awaits others," she caresses her flat belly.
Pandora has always been special, she knows this because her mother and grandmother have had the same gift as her, something that is inherited and given to them by the same goddess of magic, of hidden powers: Hecate. Her eyes turn glassy with her gaze lost on a horizon invisible to others.
In her eyes the streets are bathed in thick blood, a magical pressure saturates the air with a sinister and cruel intention, darkness falls on them but still the moon allows blood to shine in the streets. Footsteps are heard in the background, beginning to appear among the darkness pulsating four tentacles of a bright bloody red color, illuminating a human figure with messy white hair. With his mouth bathed in a scarlet liquid and holding between his teeth a piece of meat.
Pandora, still in that state, touches the cards unconsciously, the tarot jumps from the table floating in the air before starting to rotate around it in a spiral and unifying in front of it. The people around the café look with amazement, being a magical establishment people are used to seeing different things but nothing like that.
"Forgotten in time, the King without a crown will be born in a bath of blood and flesh, coming into the world one night at the beginning of the twelfth month... From the ashes and darkness, among deadly diseases his new species will be born and spread throughout the world, claiming victims without discretion... a greater horror than the Dark Lord in Britain left in his wake, as the King seeks his ascension to the throne... The Bloodiest King will come to bend the world over his power."
The cards are unified to form a crystal sphere with a misty interior, disappearing as if disintegrating in front of everyone present.
In a dark room with long rows of shelves, filled with steaming glass spheres, the new dial created by Pandora appears on a small golden stand. A silver plaque with red letters writes "Arashi Shiro Evans - The Bloodiest King"
o-o-0-o-o
Lily's plane has landed at dusk in Tokyo. Although most of the passengers descended from the plane, Lily is still sitting in her first-class seat with Arashi sleeping in his baby seat.
Lily is a little restless, she has received specific instructions from the special forces in that letter, one of the agents will go to find her to allow access to magical Japan. Only agents under the name of the Emperor are allowed access to the country to foreigners, and only her son and two flight attendants keep her company.
"Around here, please. She is waiting for you in first class."
Lily hears the voice of one of the flight attendants before she can see the newcomer. The flight attendant appears in the hallway, bowing to another person, giving way to a rather tall man with sharp features.
"You must be Miss Evans, if I am not mistaken?" the man says.
He is almost two meters tall, with white hair perfectly combed to the side. On his face he shows a serious, apathetic expression, it is not the same as she has seen in Lucius Malfoy, it is as if she is looking at an intelligent and calculating predator. He wears a gray suit with a white trench coat.
"Yes, that's me," Lily says, recalling bowing instead of reaching out her hand.
"My name is Kishou Arima," he replies by pulling his rectangular glasses up his nose a little, where his gray eyes are visible. "Ryu-class special grade researcher in the Emperor's special forces. I see that you have at least studied our manners and customs. That will make everything easier."
"I have always considered Japan an interesting and mystical place. I have studied a bit of the Japanese magical empire, Kishou-san," Lily smiles after getting up from her seat. "This is my four-month-old son, Evans Arashi." She lifts the chair cover so Arima could see her son.
"He is a small child to be four months old, if the information you provided is correct. We will do a more specific examination at customs, which also includes you, Evans-san. We have to make sure that both of you don't bring any disease that requires quarantine. Give me your passport and the letter of permission, please."
Lily does what she says before following him out of the plane. Outside her suitcase awaits her and a stroller where she could put Arashi's chair to better transport him.
Arima kept her passport and papers in a leather briefcase before arriving at Narita International Airport.
The airport is a spectacular engineering piece. Lily is amazed at the samples of technology that show on the screens, and although she does not understand the symbols, below the Kanji is the English translation. On both sides of the aisles of the terminal are many stores: some bookstores with machines of small surprise capsules inside, very colorful themed cafes with people in different suits, gift shops, among others.
They both walked for a while before deviating to the food fair, but they didn't stop there; they kept walking to a mural of an ancient castle at the time of the civil wars. Arima looks around before going through the painting by knocking on the castle door. Lily soon follows him.
Lily feels the magic flowing around her body as she traverses a sea of colors, that same feeling awakens Arashi and tickles him, causing him to laugh.
On leaving, they seem to have been transported to another era, the wooden aisles with sliding doors and a beautiful internal garden. She sees several people dressed in colorful and expensive kimonos.
"What a beautiful place," says Lily in wonder, although she catches the attention of many people as she passes.
"We entered directly to one of the barracks of the special units next to the airport, we keep track of every foreigner who enters and leaves." Arima grabs one of the leaves that a woman in the first control offers her. "You will be under surveillance for a year and a half. Since you have applied for asylum that includes a scholarship for study and work, we need to make sure that you can support yourself and your child."
"I understand, Kishou-san," Lily nods, understanding that those are the security measures.
"I need you to fill out these papers and answer some questions from the officer," he points to a man by the door, uniformed in a black cross robe similar to a male kimono tied with a white ribbon, covered by a white vest almost as long as the robe. "I will take the child to begin the medical examination and his registration."
Lily looks nervously at her son, she has rarely left him alone although now she has no choice. She takes Arashi out of the chair and passes him to Arima. She can barely contain her laughter; Arashi looks like Arima, simply because of the white hair and nobility traits that her son begins to show.
Arima carries the child with some discomfort at first, those green eyes reminded him of the colors of ancient dragons. A deadly color.
"We'll be back in a few moments," the man holds Arashi better before entering another room.
Inside is a huge office with several examination tables, in the background there are several machines such as a magnetic resonance and computers with thin screen.s Thanks to magical advances learning the operation of certain crystals as catalysts, they can use the electronic elements to work in magical fields.
"Hey, Kishou-sama, I didn't know you had a child," one of the researchers says at a table, where he has been typing on the computer.
"It's not my son, Ikeda-san. Need I remind you I'm not married?" Arima stays expressionless ignoring the curious looks of the other researchers.
They rarely see Arima in a magical customs- Long ago when he was young he had begun his career as An Unspeakable, having graduated from Mahoutokoro, the magical institution of Japan, with the highest honors and with a recognition for his work in magical manipulation and research. The Emperor himself recommended him to unite the special legions of the empire.
"His name is Evans Arashi. He has just arrived from Britain on a night flight," Arima reports as he puts the boy on one of the examination beds.
He pulls out of his briefcase an electronic tablet, opening the Arashi file he received from Healer Kanou, a former colleague of Mahoutokoro.
"He is four months old, born under circumstances unknown to the Healers. They found the placenta detached and shattered as well as the umbilical cord, born completely separated from the cord and a large amount of blood floating inside the amniotic liquid."
"Umbilical cord destroyed? Are you serious?" asks one of the researchers in amazement.
"I've never heard that something like that has happened, any theory as to why it happened?" asks one of the girls.
"Nothing that has been conclusive," Arima replies as his colleagues begin examining the child, using wands or other objects. "The only thing they managed to get out is that his intestines absorb practically no nutrients, the first few weeks the only thing that his body accepted was a specific potion." Reading the name of the potion, the one he created several years ago.
Arashi looks back and forth at the strange people who touch and lift him, starting to complain and slap, he doesn't like strange people touching him or the bright lights of the place. When they put him in the magnetic resonance he burst into tears, kicking and beating even if this does not harm them in any way.
"Come on Evans-chan lay still," one of the researchers says delicately without much success.
After almost an hour and having to resort to a noise-canceling spell, along with a calming potion, they are finally able to finish examining the child.
"A pretty difficult child, I can't understand why he allows Kishou-sama to carry him," says someone sitting in the area to examine blood samples.
"Kishou-sama, can you come and see this? I think this is alarming," calls one of the ladies in front of one of the computer screens. This one is completely holographic, thanks to a magnetizing metal bar with magic on the table.
Arima comes over to take a look. In the hologram there is the complete image of the inner part of Arashi's body, to be exact the part of the spine, finding an abnormal mass along the spine.
"What am I seeing here? It looks like an evil mass," Arima asks, focusing his attention on the image using his fingers to enlarge it.
The mass looks like a gigantic centipede clinging to the spine, what will be the legs are actually millions of blood vessels of all sizes and thicknesses that are distributed throughout the human body.
"It looks like a tumor," the lady says in horror, reading the readings from the blood samples.
"No, it doesn't look like one, it seems as if the column is exposed," Arima says with interest, beginning to review the readings more thoroughly. "What do the blood tests say?
"After the ordeal to draw blood, he does not carry infectious or worrisome diseases. He has antibodies according to his vaccines, and despite his fragile body, the CT scan does not indicate anything in the brain except for the centipede in the spine."
"It will be a good idea to start investigating this mass further. What can you tell me about the red child cells?" Arima pulls out his wand and taps the hologram gently. The image begins to move to the table on a stack of paper, starting to copy the information on them.
"Rc cells? But that was recently discovered, we don't even know how they work in the human body. Why do you want to know if he has them?" the researcher looks surprised.
"Maybe we can make some progress, since this child has some strange circumstances because of his birth. We have to take advantage of the opportunity," Arima insists, looking at another of the researchers.
"Okay, Kishou-sama," replied the young researcher, somewhat uncomfortable by the intense gaze, checked on the screen in front of him the blood tests. "According to the tests, Evans-chan has a higher amount of Rc cells, most concentrated in the back and veins, but it is the only thing I can fin.d I do not have the necessary equipment to do a more specific study."
"Send me the information by mail and the samples by parcel Grifericus to my laboratory. I will take care of investigating it." Arima picks up the papers and puts them in his briefcase.
The others look at each other before doing what he told them.
Arima picks Arashi up from the stretcher and leaves from there through another door since the boy has passed the tests of the physical exams he can go through customs and enter Japan officially.
Lily is already waiting in the room with more peace of mind now that she has passed the physical examinations. Answering the inquisitive questions of the officer made her nervous, since she had to answer for Arashi. He finally respites when she sees Arima with the child in his arms.
"Everything is ready, Arashi did well on his physical exams, although he has some things of interest," Arima returns the child to Lily.
Lily gives a nervous and distraught look at Arima. She can't believe that more problems will add to her son's health.
"Is it serious, Kishou-san?"
"Let's get out of here, I'll take you to your new home. A vehicle is waiting for us in the parking lot."
"Kishou-san, please tell me! What other problem does my son have?"
Arima looks at the distraught woman, who is holding her son close to her chest, and lets out a sigh.
"Come on." He takes her to a bench outside the building, which overlooks a busy street in the city of Tokyo. "Go put the bags in the car, Hata-san, I have to talk to Evans-san."
A man waiting next to a van nods and grabs Lily's suitcase and Arashi's baby seat.
"Your son, Evans-san, is in good health." Arima pulls out of the briefcase the leaves she had grabbed, having expected that Lily wants to see more information about her son's condition. "This good health is for the most part thanks to the nutrient injection, but we have discovered an abnormal mass in the child's spine." Arima points to the image of the strange centipedes. "We don't know what exactly it is or how it affects your son, but if I may, I would like to do a more thorough investigation with the help of my team. It is part of my job to uncover the mysteries that the world hides."
Lily pales but does not stop looking at the image of the bizarre centipedes. She can interpret it in different ways, but never in her studies as a healer has she seen anything like this. She understands why it is considered an abnormal mass. It reminds her of images of malignant tumors she reviewed in her study times. She aspires to study medicine to complement herself.
"Do you think you will find a solution to his nutrition problems?"
"I cannot promise anything, as the investigation takes a while, but I can guarantee that we will improve your life. You can trust my team and me, as the potion you use for nutrient absorption is my own creation."
Lily breathes again calmly, at last she feels as if the weight she had since Arashi's birth is relieved a little. She is alone in a new country, as a single mother and will start studying soon.
"Thank you very much, Kishou-san, at this time I will benefit from the help you want to give my son and if this can help your research too, it takes a weight off my shoulders." Lily dried the tears of her eyes.
"Don't worry. As your supervisor of your residence here, I will take care of helping you settle down."
Lily could only dedicate a smile to him.
o-o-0-o-o
The elementary school bell rings throughout the building announcing the end of classes that day. Students get up from their seats saying goodbye to their teacher before they start picking up their things. Many of them put together their plans for the afternoon or the classes they take in time away from school.
A child is still on one of the back tables, concentrated in a manga book, the cover has a dragon engraved with reddish-white scales and a fighter full of blood.
"Hey, Arashi, do you plan to move from there or plan to stay overnight at school?" asks someone next to him.
Arashi looks up to see his only friend at school, or it is better to say that he is the one he only communicates to outside his family circle: Hiroshi Tanaka.
He is a boy with dark blonde hair and hazel eyes, and like Arashi, Hiroshi does not have the Japanese traits, although it is his great-grandparents who come from central Europe. His parents are Japanese, but the foreign traits are still visible.
"Let's go, Arashi! I'm done with school and I'm hungry!" Hiroshi complains starting to pull his friend's arm. "Stop reading that manga."
Arashi growls annoyedly ,shaking his arm.
"Sorry! Sorry! Sometimes I forget, you should already get used to it, you have two younger sisters, right?"
"I don't like to be touched," Arashi replies as he puts away the manga in his backpack and swings it onto his back.
Arashi follows Hiroshi out of school. It is early April, near the end of the school year. He has been living with his mother in Tokyo for six years, a difficult life. The first months between the studies and the residence she barely had time for him, although when she could, she spent time with him. Now Lily works as a chief healer in several specialties, including this recommended by the Emperor. Her life has been improving after leaving Britain, she is married with two girls of 4 years old.
"Do you think we should go for some sweets at the little shop on the corner, Arashi?" Hiroshi asks with a cheerful tone.
"To that one that is open 24 hours?" Arashi accommodates the uniform vest, it is a three-piece children's suit, bluish shorts with a white shirt and a vest with the school shield.
"Which other? It's close by and I'm sure your dad gave you money for cases like that. Come on!" Hiroshi starts running towards the street corner.
Arashi rolls his eyes but keeps running after him at a quieter pace, the two soon arriving at the sliding doors of the store.
Inside there are already several students of different ages looking at the shelves and magazines. Arashi feels discomfort when there are so many people in such a small space, covering his head with his hands and also his ears. Hiroshi notices it right away and even though he knows of his friend's displeasure of being touched, he grabs his shirt and takes him to the refrigerated areas where there are fewer people.
"Thank you," Arashi puts his hands apart somewhat calmer.
"No problem, that's what friends are for," Hiroshi smiles broadly, one that can light up a room by his cheerful personality. "What are you going to buy? I think I'll get one of those little burgers, maybe it has a new flavor."
"Hiroshi you're going to eat when you get home. Don't fill up your stomach with packaged food."
"I'm only going to buy one of the little ones," Hiroshi defends himself. "Have you already decided what you're going to want?"
"Maybe an ice cream. They have the cones that I like in this store," he replies while picking up a wafer of chocolate and strawberry.
"You took your potion, right?"
"This morning, Hiroshi." Arashi rolls his eyes as he goes to the cash register, to wait for his friend to come back with his purchase.
Hiroshi got lost between the shelves, leaving his friend waiting. Arashi pays for his ice cream and a water bottle so it wouldn't melt by the time Hiroshi returned with his burger and a soda.
Arashi looks up at the TV in the corner above the cash register. The screen shows the breaking news, a young lady is sitting behind a table and holding some papers.
"Last minute news, three children have been found who went missing last week, 6-year-old Yamaguchi Ai, 9-year-old Uzumaki Takato and 5-year-old Yamanaki Sakura. Their bodies were left in the construction site of the new communications tower in Setsagaya," the news anchor said.
"That serial killer is becoming more and more erratic," Hiroshi says, putting the things he is going to buy in front of the cashier.
"Last time they found the bodies in the basement of a hotel in Ginza," Arashi recalls as he starts eating his ice cream. "The victims do not even reach the age of 10."
"Be careful when you go home, kids, you don't know what's next to you around the corner," the store worker says, after the boys have paid for their items.
"We should listen to her," Arashi says as the two leave.
"Come on Arashi, you know that school can also be a place of kidnapping," Hiroshi complains while taking a bite of his hamburger after opening the package.
"Is it true that your parents plan to take you out of Japan?" Arashi frowns and they both sit on the sidewalk in front of the store. "Do they still want to take you to Europe?"
"Yes, they say these crimes are not going to stop anytime soon, they fear for my safety and my magical education."
"That's stupid, we are about to receive our invitations to Mahoutokoro, the best magical institution," Arashi looks indignantly at his friend.
"Tell them that. I have my family divided between which is the best magic school, my great-grandparents who live in Ireland want me to go to Hogwarts. My godmother who lives in France says that Beauxbaton is the best, elegance brought to earth," Hiroshi gets up from the sidewalk and makes a pantomime of a nobleman drinking an imaginary cup. "Oh, how beautiful morning we have today," he says in a shrill voice. "Can I offer you a cup of tea? Do you want two or three sugar cubes?"
Arashi rolls his eyes, trying to suppress his laughter.
"I see that the manners of the high nobility bother you, Hiroshi-kun." The voice of a man makes the child jump by the surprise and the cold tone of that voice.
"Kishou-sama! Sorry I didn't mean to offend you!" Hiroshi tries to hide from Arima behind Arashi.
"Hey Dad. Hiroshi, stop using me as a hiding place." Arashi looks at his friend, somewhat annoyed.
"What have I told you about eating sweets before lunch, Arashi?" asks the man crossing his arms.
"Don't do it because it takes away my appetite and I will be a bad example to Misaki and Chise," Arashi dodges his father's gaze, even eating what's left of ice cream. "But I was hungry."
"That's not a very good excuse, Arashi," Arima lets out a slow deep breath, arranging his glasses. "Come on. Your mother must already have lunch ready and must be waiting for us. She may be able to calm that hunger."
Arashi smiles shyly before going to his father. Both of them know that appeasing his hunger is a joke, since his hunger always persists in him.
"Come on, Hiroshi-kun, we will accompany you to your house," Arima encourages his friend, and he gets up at once.
The three begin their way through the streets. They live in one of the most traditional areas of Tokyo known as the Asakusa district. The streets are reminiscent of the Japan of the Meiji Era, when the country kept its ancient essence but began to open the ports to western countries, between modernity and antiquity. The houses are of various sizes, coming to pass through four-story buildings or houses almost like one-story mansions.
The primary school is near the shopping district, close to the main station and one of the largest temples in the country.
"So, you will move out of the country, Hiroshi-kun," Arima interrupts the silence they have formed as they walk.
"My parents insist because of the attacks on children in the last few months. I told Arashi that I have my family divided regarding which magical school to accept the letter."
"His great-grandparents say Hogwarts is the best, but his godmother differs from that, she went to Beauxbaton," Arashi says.
"My uncles live in New York, and they want me to go to Ivelmorny. They don't even let me choose; my parents are the ones who will choose for me," Hiroshi snorts with sagging shoulders, screaming in frustration, clutching his hair. "Besides, I won't be able to start my magical education until I'm ten, not like in Mahoutokoro. That's not fair! I want to stay and study here, with Arashi! Not in second-rate schools."
"Take care of that vocabulary, Hiroshi-kun, I know that not all schools have the same educational system and think differently when it comes to introducing the study of magic at such a young age," Arima scolds him in a calm tone. "But each magical school has its history and its adventures to discover, you may not be with Arashi for now, but the letters and the magical network still exist. I'm sure your parents will get you a computer or a laptop so you can keep in touch."
"Thank you, Kishou-san," Hiroshi bows to his friend's father. "I'll think about what you said. I should go in now. See you tomorrow, Arashi." Hiroshi walks into an apartment building where he lives with his parents.
Arashi and Arima wait until they can see him peek out from the balcony of his apartment before walking down the street in silence again.
"Will we go to the Cherry Blossom Festival this year?" Arashi asks by absent-mindedly looking at the shops, looking at fresh vegetables and seasonal fruit.
"We always do, Arashi, but this time it will be different," Arima puts his hand on the child's hair to continue walking, as the boy stopped in front of the butcher's shop. "Don't stop, son, they are waiting for us for lunch."
"Why will it be different this year? We always go on a picnic."
"We are invited by the royal family to their Cherry Tree Ceremony, so it's an important event this year."
Arashi looks at him with curiosity, somewhat thoughtfully trying to remember what may be celebrating this year that is so important; but ends up unsuccessful.
"Calm down, Arashi, it's normal for you not to know. This celebration is celebrated every two hundred years."
"Why is it celebrated every two hundred years?"
"You'll have to figure that one out yourself," Arima smiles a little. Only those close to him would have noticed the smile.
Arashi snorts annoyedly, pursing his lips, and clenching his fists, inflating his cheeks in a small tantrum. Arima touches one of the cheeks with her finger.
"None of that, calm down. I will give you the book so you can read it for yourself. Where is the fun, if I tell you everything?"
Arashi smiles sideways, he knows that his father is right.
Five years ago, during his investigations with Arashi's health, Arima fell in love with Lily, and she with him, although the young woman had difficulty penetrating the hard shell that Arima built around him. Being a war orphan, he started his life from below and reached the top with his effort and intelligence.
Arashi admires that in him, the only man he has called father. Despite his young age, his parents told him the truth when he turned six that Arima and he are not of the same blood.
Arashi still has a hard time accepting that his family may be a lie. The world he knew seemed to fall apart with just that information. That night he wanted to scream, cry, or kick; but Arashi always hides his feelings in silence, suffering alone. He loves his father, and he wishes to one day become better than his father in his own field., He does not care how strict and hard he is most of the time. He can't imagine anyone else being his dad.
"I see you very thoughtful, Arashi. What bothers you?" Arima asks as they begin to walk along the river, where there are people in boats, rowing or fishing.
"I thought about what you told me," Arashi looks at the crystal clear water and dragonflies.
"It still bothers you right? Especially now that three people are going to visit us where you come from, right?"
"I don't want to see them," Arashi kicks a stone off the ground in the direction of the river, "let them stay in Britain. Stupid Englishmen."
Arima sighs.
"Need I remind you that you were born there, Arashi?"
"But I'm Japanese, not an Englishman no matter where I was born," Arashi raises his voice and kicks the ground with his arms crossed.
Arima takes a deep breath before softly playing with the boy's hair.
"I know how you feel, son. I never met my parents. They abandoned me in the streets in a garbage dump in the magical district Akihabara. Just like you I was lucky, and I was taken in by an important sorcerer. It's true that he's not my biological family, but he raised me as his own son." Arima smiles a little as they approach the door of a large farm-like house. "I adopted you by magical blood when you turned one and a half years old, under normal circumstances you would have only a few traits of your adopters; but ours came not only to the Emperor's record, but to the International Confederation of Magicians itself."
"And what does that mean?"
"That the ritual is irreversible. The existence of magical empires or reigns are almost non-existent, rather unrecognized, but our ritual was supervised by a colleague of mine. As you know we both work for the same emperor. So don't worry, no matter what they say, you are my son, whether it's written or not."
Arashi hugs his leg. Being a somewhat thin and small child, he cannot comfortably reach his fathers waist for a hug just yet.
"Thank you, Dad."
The two enter through the front door. The house is surrounded by a large white wall that forms patterns of almost invisible rhombuses. The front garden is immense and well maintained, a fully crystal clear water pond occupies much of the courtyard, koi fish of all sizes swim inside, hiding in small caves or under water lilies. The cherry trees that adorn the garden begin to bloom, filling more color to the painter's place.
Lily and her two girls stand by the pond throwing something to eat at the fish.
"Look mommy, Arno goes out to eat," says Chise, a little red-haired girl with a large white strand. She wears a beautiful pink spring dress with white petals.
"It's true. Go for Amikiri's food, Misaki," Lily tells her other daughter.
Misaki is identical to her sister and both to her mother, only she has curly white hair with a red tuft. She runs to the house, making her blue dress dance around her bare feet; but she stops with a radiant smile as she sees her dad with her older brother at their doorstep.
"Daddy!" She runs towards them, almost stumbling on the way, but Arima manages to rescue her, lifting her in her arms.
"Careful, little fairy. haven't I told you that you shouldn't run?" scolds Arima although his tone is not harsh. Misaki just smiles, laughing tenderly and charmingly.
"Sorry, Daddy, I'll be careful."
"Welcome my love. It took you a while to come home. Our visitors are about to arrive." Lily approaches Chise and kisses her husband intensely, caressing Arima's face.
When Arima is back in his own home, he allows himself to drop his walls and masks that hide his true self.
"We had a father and son talk. Go change, Arashi, I don't think you want to welcome people in your uniform," Lily smiles at her son.
Arashi looks away from his mother, playing tense with his fingers, stroking her knuckles.
"Arashi," she says with some concern.
The child simply walks away and enters the house. An old-style Japanese mansion like one of the three-story feudal lords, its triangular ceilings well adorned with wide balconies. Arashi on entering takes off his shoes, storing them in a closet by the door.
"Safina welcomes you home, Arashi-san," greets with a bow a girl dressed in a plush and heavy kimono, her hair is bluish braided and adorned with bells, but the most curious are her two pointed ears.
"Thank you, Safina," Arashi tells the yokai, a spirit that can be good or evil.
They are energy accumulated by people, sometimes souls of others; but there are different kinds of yokai and status. Safina is a home yokai, created in old houses that serve the families of the houses. Her form is based on a lucky cat. In the house there are two other yokai: Yakima and Yuni. In Japan, domestic elves are known but are rarely used, at least not among older families.
Arashi walks through the smooth wooden floors through the different corridors and passes through the internal garden of the house, where he sees his pet nekomata, Yoruichi, before going with him to his room on the third floor. His room occupies the entire floor above. Although it is smaller than the other floors, it contains a large bunk bed suspended in the air and leaning against the wall, which can only be accessed by a side staircase. Under the bed there is a small library with your favorite manga books and toys, most of them brain games or puzzles. He has other libraries with school books and treasures he has collected. A glass desk with a holographic computer, a laptop and its writing utensils.
Yoruichi immediately jumps into the cat tower in front of the balcony. Arashi walks to one of the glass tanks near the door leading to the bathroom, just like in the rest of the house the doors are sliding, inside the tank there is a large jade-colored gemstone. He takes it out and admires it with an intense twinkle in the eyes. It is just a nice shiny stone that his father gave him as a gift from the imperial research center where he works. No one knows what it is exactly, but since he loves to browse, they left it to him. Arashi returns him to the tank next to an egg made of silver that glows at the intensity of the light as if they were in an incubator.
"I'd better get dressed," Arashi sighs by stopping playing with his things, although he let a golden fire salamander climb up his arm first.
A species of magic salamander known for its lava-skinned appearance. It is black in color, but its skin has bright red grooves, which make it look like it is the earth's crust with rivers of lava beneath.
"Hello, Kayagaki," the boy caresses his pet who climbs up to his shoulder when he arrives at the closet. "We will have visitors, can you accompany me? I'll need some support in this." The little salamander only releases a slight hissing sound. Arashi comes out of the closet already dressed in his daily clothes: a red shirt with a white dragon and a warrior, a work of art from his favorite manga: Birth of the Demon King, and shorts. In Japan magical people combined the fashions of the two worlds, although they lean towards the old style. Arashi picks Kayagaki up from the desk where he left him when he hears the distant outburst someone using the apparition.
"It seems that they have already arrived." Arashi goes out to his balcony where one of the Grifericus of the family sleeps on the railing - is a kind of big cat like a lynx but retains four wings on the back and his face is an owl, a species of northern Japan. "Hello Aoi," the boy caresses the animal as he climbs on the railing.
Aoi looks at him letting out a squeal, accepting the child's caress, rioting his thick fur.
The boy looks down the road he walked with his father earlier, noticing three figures walking towards the house, all being adults.
"Arashi-san," says a monkey-like yokai that appears floating on a bright, colorful ball. "Your mother wants you to come down, the guests have arrived."
"Thank you, Yuni, I'll go downstairs to say hello," the boy replies without looking at the yokai, watching the three people arrive at the door and ring the doorbell.
Arashi closes his eyes, trying to concentrate. At this age the children start playing with their magic core, since it is the first seal that each wizard or witch begins to open and is what produces accidental magic. That's why the Japanese start early education. He is no exception, although one does not know how many seals each one has or in strange cases how many they have released.
Arashi concentrates on something he has only done by accident.
"Hold on, Kayagaki," Arashi laughs.
Yuni bows his head on a curious side when he sees the child's body become transparent as if he were a ghost. His body begins to descend by the weight of gravity, passing through the railing and the floor. When he passes to the room below, he scares his two twin sisters in the corridor.
"Arashi! It's not funny!" the two shout when he surprises them.
Arashi just sticks out his tongue, turning to go now face down and keeps going down, but he gets stuck halfway, from the waist down.
"Fuck," Arashi curses trying to move in desperation, standing right in front of the front door.
"Arashi, sweetheart, again playing with your magic? Your dad didn't tell you not to continue practicing this?" Lily half laughs and tries to pull her son out with her wand, without much success. "Don't use rude language either. Arima! You can come and get your child off the ceiling!" she calls her husband just as Yuni opens the door, guiding the guests.
Arashi silently looks at the three strangers, feeling some shame hidden in his cold mask although he still does not dominate.
This is how the three newcomers find their old friend, laughing at the problem their son meets.
Remus can barely hold back a smile from the situation. When he was finally able to find Lily's trail after six years of her disappearing from everyone's sight, he finally sees her again in such a normal and homely situation. The only way he knew about where she is, was thanks to a book imported from Japan, one that is not even known in the wizarding world but in the Muggle, about the discoveries of medicine and viruses of recent years. Remus felt a huge surprise to see that his friend got a reputation in the magical and Muggle never thought of looking for her in Japan, feeling like an idiot for not looking in the place she most wanted to visit.
Remus feels a chill running down his back when he sees Arima leave another hallway, that dry, icy look he gives to the newcomers, before touching the boy stuck on the ceiling and making him descend to the ground slowly, allowing him to be straight on the floor again.
Arashi looks at the group of three as he tries to sneak away, but his dad blocks him and again pushes him to the front, ignoring the complaints the boy expresses about grunt-like sounds.
"Severus! Welcome," Lily smiles, hugging one of the men.
Arashi and his sisters look with a huge curiosity at Severus, a man with greasy black hair and a hooked nose. The man has an aura of coldness although it does not seem to match the expression he has when he hugs their mother. Chise and Misaki hold on to both sides of their brother, seeking support from him. Even though he is somewhat shy and secluded, his family is very important to him.
Arashi observes the other two. One of them does not seem to dress too well, his clothes seem worn, although he gives the feeling of a calm aura. Arashi notices a strange scar on one side of his neck, he doesn't think it's a dog bite and he's already seen bites of that style.
"It looks like the cat has dragged you in," Arashi says without even thinking about it.
"Arashi Shiro Kishou!" scolds Lily scandalized. Remus laughs nervously at the boy's comment.
"What? It's the truth," Arashi asks, not understanding what he did wrong and why his mom is angry.
"Don't worry, Lily, I'm already used to Sirius and James' comments, although they are not so direct," Remus laughs and crouches at the height of the children, smiling. "Hello, children, I'm Remus Lupin. I was there when you were born, Arashi," offers his hand to shake it.
Arashi backs up until he hits Arima's legs, holding on to his dad's pants and his sisters do the same but with the other leg.
"Excuse the children, Mr. Lupin, Arashi doesn't like strange people and contact too much," Arima strokes Arashi's head. "Children, at least say hello."
"These are our visitors: Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, and Thorin Nott." Lily motions to each one, the last one being the oldest of the three. "Time if you see us, Thorin, Remus."
"Years, I would say so, Arata. Or rather Lily Evans," Thorin laughs. He is a man in his late sixties, with large war scars on his face and a blind eye. He rests the weight of his body on a cane. "I must say Arashi, you have grown quite a lot, the last time I saw you, you were the size of my arm."
Arashi stared at him, curious and not afraid of his appearance, wanting to know what this man has lived through to have those marks.
"Arashi, Chise, Misaki, your manners," Arima says sternly.
Arashi purses his lips before letting go of his father and bowing cordially, barely bowing his shoulders and head forward. His sisters do the same as him.
"Nott-san, Snape-san, Lupin-san, we welcome you to Kishou Mansion," Arashi says in a practiced voice. "My name is Kishou Arashi, and these are my sisters:Kishou Misaki and Kishou Chise."
"We are honored to meet you. Welcome to our home," the twins say at the same time with a smile.
"Thank you for the welcome, children," smiles Remus. "Wow, that's a golden fire salamander, endemic to the Island of Kyushu, if I'm not mistaken," he continues while trying to make a conversation with Arashi.
"From the Sakurajima volcano," the boy replies as they move through the house towards the living room that overlooks both gardens and allows the fresh wind to pass between the doors, giving a beautiful view.
Arashi moves away from the table a little by sitting on the wooden path outside, letting Kayagaki get some sun.
"Arashi is kind of shy from what I see," says Severus, seeing the boy carefully stroking the salamander.
"Arashi was diagnosed with a specific mental condition," Arima replies and looks at his son. "Arashi at least look at us."
Arashi turns to them but still plays with Kayagaki.
"Mental condition?" asks Thorin curious, although he is very adept at the ideology of pure blood, he has always liked to learn, especially about new things, regardless of the origin. In addition, he knows quite well that the magical community of Japan is somewhat more advanced but reserved. It was quite difficult for them to enter.
"The magical community in general around the world does not recognize that there do exist other medical conditions besides physical ones. The brain can have serious conditions that many can take for granted," Lily says after drinking some of the tea that had already been prepared for them by Yuni. "In that area the Muggles are quite advanced although they have yet to unravel more secrets of the human mind."
"Give me an example, Lily," Thorin seems interested.
"Schizophrenia," Arashi says, looking at Thorin for the first time he arrives in that room.
"Schizophrenia?"
"Do you know about that?" asks Remus and even Snape seems somewhat interested in how a child this young can understand such a complicated word.
"There are six types of schizophrenia, each different from the other, but all have a very particular characteristic: hallucinations. There are those that affect movement, there are auditory, and visual. One of the most dangerous is paranoid schizophrenia, since the user has a serious delirium of persecution. In simple words the person feels that they are constantly in danger," Arashi replies as if it were the most normal thing in the world and somewhat excited when talking about one of the topics that interests him most.
"Well magic is good for something, it repairs that kind of disorder in the mind, with concentration as when studying Occlumancy," Severus replies with an arched eyebrow.
"No," Arashi looks at him intensely, his green eyes looking blood red for an instant, ignoring the indignant face that the man puts on.
"This kid..."
"Take it easy, Severus, it's just a child," Thorin reassures his colleague, "it's probably just the talk of a child, who learned big words from his parents."
Arashi looks offended at the two men, snorting as he gets up and almost runs out of the room, forgetting Kayagaki.
"Arashi waits!" Lily calls her son unsuccessfully, "that was unnecessary, Thorin! You don't know how to have tact? I don't want to know how you treat your grandchildren."
"Sometimes you have to put insolent children down," says Severus. "Knowing who his father is, it's no surprise that he ends up being arrogant - and he is only six years old."
Arima looks coldly at Severus.
"Excuse me, Mr. Snape, but you're talking about my son, not just anyone. That sperm donor you're referring to, has nothing to do with it. What he said is also completely correct. Schizophrenia is not simple to treat in any way. Minds with a mental illness work differently. Their neurological network or even some areas of the brain have not developed like with others."
"Neurological network?" Thorin seems more intrigued and curious, the magical world or at least his country's knowledge of brain function is quite nil.
Arashi returned at that time with one thick book and some magazines, each written in Japanese but surely Arima can translate them, or they use a translator spell so they can understand the text.
"If you don't believe me, here you go, read them," Arashi drops them on the table simply.
"Arashi, honey ignore them, they just don't know," Lily grabs her son's hand, getting him to sit between the two of them. "The three of you like to read and learn, I suggest you read the information that Arashi brought you. These are works that have been done by several of my colleagues and eminences of Muggle medicine."
Thorin seems uncomfortable at the word medicine, staring intensely at the material brought by the boy.
"You said your son suffers from a mental condition, which one and how do you live with that?" asks Thorin seriously.
"Mental illnesses are not cured, at least most of them aren't. Tools and systems are built to help them in their coexistence with other people," Arima pats the hair of Arashi, who managed to recover Kayagaki and refocuses on him. "In Arashi's case, his condition alters how he sees the world and relates to people. He has a condition known as Asperger's Syndrome. It usually means he will seem normal with certain quirks to most."
"Asperger what?" asks Severus.
Arashi listens to the explanation somewhat absentmindedly, he has already heard it all before although he still does not understand everything, but that is why he is curious about his father's work. He leaves his parents and walks back to the garden, watching the clouds pass in the bright, bluish sky. Some birds flying close to his sight.
"What would it feel like to fly, Kayagaki?" the boy gently scratches his little pet barely bigger than his hand. "I know there are brooms and winged horses, but what would it be like to do it by your own means?"
Arashi sits on the ground while looking at the sky. He is so engrossed in his own thoughts that he doesn't notice when Remus sits down a few steps away from him, mindful in giving him enough space.
"He looks like him in a way," Remus murmurs as he hears Lily approaching.
"He has nothing to do with Potter, Remus," she sighs. "He is Arima's son, period. Plus, Potter already has two children, doesn't he? One of them bears the title of The Child Who Lived."
"I see you're informed."
"The magic web encompasses international news, Remus, the Emperor prefers to stay on top of what's going on."
"You're right, Harrison is the one who destroyed the Dark Lord four years ago. Although he died been protect his grandparents."
"How is Sirius?"´
"Not very well, he fled to another country after they accused him of being a supporter of the Dark Lord. James could not defend him against the Wizengamot under the control of Barty Crouch, the war left several of the Magic Court nervous and they did not listen to reasons. Severus also hangs on a tightrope," Remus says with a sigh. "He is under constant surveillance although he still works at Hogwarts because of his abilities. Many of the Death Eaters appealed to be under the influence of the Imperius curse, others were captured."
"I guess the Order of the Phoenix will still be in control of some things," Lily says, sitting next to Arashi but listening to Remus.
"It has been dissolved. Many of the members fell or were unable to continue fighting. Like the Longbottom's. Poor couple, driven to madness until they broke their minds under the curse Cruciatus."
"What?" Lily pales, "Frank and Alice? But why?"
"The Dark Lord had them in his sights, though I'm not sure why yet," Remus scratches his head. "They have not been able to heal. According to the healers their minds are as if someone had made them into smoothies."
Lily is thoughtful. Maybe if she talked to Arima they can help them. Maybe not heal completely but with a more precise treatment there might be a chance. She takes a deep breath. How many problems can her colleagues solve? At that time Arima and Thorin are having a private conversation. Because of her husband's status, it most likely has to do with something from the government or research.
"I know you're not having a good life, Remus, because of your Lycanthrope status. Why don't you move here to Japan? Your regulations with the creatures are not so strong and you can find a job. We can even give Sirius asylum."
"I don't know, Lily," Remus says shyly.
"What can you lose by coming here? Discrimination is practically zero here regarding magical creatures, werewolves are rare here and they will be interested in your case."
Remus isn't able to answer since Arashi gets up from the ground while still looking at the sky.
"Arashi? What happened, love?" ask Lily.
Arashi doesn't respond just reaches out to the sky trying to reach for something that even he can't see, but he knows there's something. He closes his fingers when he feels bristles tickle his fingers. Between his fingers has begun to appear with small flames a long feather of jade and magenta with the tip of this bathed in gold. The boy looks at the beautiful feather. When he puts it better in the sun, Arashi can swear that it reflects all the colors of the rainbow.
"Mom! Dad!" he shouts with enormous enthusiasm, jumping several times in the same place.
Lily looks confused at first but at once remembers what it means when a fireball lit up the house above them.
"Arima! Come here!" She smiles as she watches the fire begin to take shape.
The flames lengthen, turning into long magenta and jade feathers, the fireball spreads to the sides forming wings. Little by little a bird similar to one of the Japanese herons appears but with a tail that is of similar length as a peacock's tail.
"What is that? A phoenix?" Remus asks, confused and amazed by the majesty of the creature. He has heard that Japan is a country with an impressive magical biodiversity.
"A Feng Huang, an oriental phoenix," Arima replies as he approaches his wife and son, accompanied by Misaki and Chise. "Go ahead Arashi, get closer to him."
Arashi walks to the bird that never stops looking at him.e phoenix is tall like a small car. Arashi barely reached up to the bird's chest. He went down on his legs and bowed. The Feng Huang are a species highly protect; because of the difficulties they have with mating and the years it takes for them to reach maturity. The only known reserve of these creatures is under the protection of the royal family.
The bird flaps its wings before putting them together to the tips, fry it and bow as well. When it raises its head and body again, it shows the child a necklace from which it has a thick scroll, the material looks like a thin cloth, sealed with a ribbon.
Arashi rises from the ground and approaches Feng Huang, releasing the scroll from its neck. The scroll furrows the air circling around it, going from a simple parchment to a tiger, a turtle with a snake, a Phoenix before being like a menacing dragon, roaring it became bigger by getting rid of thousands of pieces of paper like tiny butterflies.
"Lord Kishou Arashi," speaks a dragon from the East, as if it were a snake since it lacks wings, "it is my duty and pleasure to announce to you that your magical energy has allowed you to enter our record, the Mahoutokoro Imperial Institute of Sorcery and Ancient Arts. You will be picked up on May 12 by a giant storm petrel for your classes and brought back at seven o'clock at night, until the age of eleven, when you will be allowed to reside in the school for the school year. The list of items and things you can bring to your classes are in this message. We are looking forward to your arrival." The paper dragon falls apart and becomes again a thinner and more elegantly rolled parchment.
"Congratulations, Arashi!" his sisters shout excitedly.
Arima pats his son's head fondly although others outside her family would not notice it.
"Children start magical school at the age of six?" asks Remus in surprise.
"Actually, from age of seven , but if they have a magical power that accredits them and are recognized by the imperial register, they can enter Mahoutokoro earlier, as long as they turn seven the same year they start school," Arima says as he helps his son write a response to send with Feng Huang.
"I would never have thought that in Japan they are so radical," Severus says, looking at the boy. A strange boy with this condition. He has some knowledge about the Muggle world, but he must admit that mental illness is not his forte. "I would like to know more about your texts and books that you mentioned having, Mr. Kishou."
"Well, I understand that they plan to stay for the weekend. Yuni has the rooms ready. We can talk more thoroughly when you've settled," Arima replies, nodding.
"And my problem, Mr. Kishou?"
"Show me the files and all the information of your eldest grandson, Mr. Nott, we will see what we can do, do not worry."
I will explain what happen with Arima. Harry Potter and Tokyo Ghoul are almost two or more decades between them. Arima Kishou here it's his ancestor of the other Arima, the same with the Healer Kanou. Arashi and Kaneki will not meet in a lot of years in the future.
