Thank you, dimonyo-anghel, for giving me the idea for ,part 2. I love you for being my first reviewer in this story, man. In ! I couldn't describe her well, but Fon's first crush was a girl that looked like the 15 year old I-Pin(only, Ling is just 13 in this part). Reviews would be nice, but not necessary c: I've decided to cut Fon's teenage years into half. This one's the part of his early teenage years. He's about 14 in age in the last drabble. The next chapter should be his late-teens to the transition of him becoming a young-adult. Maybe we might meet another arcobaleno soon. I don't really know, I haven't planned much of the events.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kateikyoushi or Kuroshitsuji. Amano-sensei and Tsobo-sensei do. All I own is the idea of "what if?"


It has come to Lau's attention that Fon's hair is now long in particular, with fringes of hair covering his forehead. It bothered him that it was often in disarray and if worst comes to worst, his son's own hair may lead to his demise. It was just a product of Lau's imagination on how his growing son could die through his hair. His hair catching on fire was one, his hair snagging into some hook during a malicious attack and due to this, causes the death of his son. His son's hair accidentally getting fed into one of the machines and…well, you get the point. Out of his disturbed thoughts, Lau searches for his son one September afternoon with a pair of scissors in his hands.

He eventually finds the ten year old outside in the courtyard, training with his usual martial arts teacher. Hold on for a moment, Lau says, disturbing the small class. It was only in these rare moments in the afternoon that Fon actually get to learn some martial arts after Lau had gotten him a private tutor to educate him. The young Chinese and the subordinate beside him abruptly stopped. Bàba, what's wrong? The ten year old questioned, approaching his dad.

It's time you get a haircut. Lau replied, cringing at the sight of his son's hair as it always in the way and all over the place. It was messy. The fringes were fine but then the rest of it weren't. Fon abruptly stops and steps back. Haircut? Now, that sent the boy running and hiding behind his father's subordinate. I don't want to cut my hair!

Lau approached the little Fon. But your hair is messy. It may cause you an accident or put you in grave danger. Lau stated out. Fon quickly backed away and made a run for it, running straight into the house and probably went off to hide somewhere. Lau sighed. Oh well, he may as well handle the hair problem some other day. One day you'll have to get your hair cut. He called after the small retreating figure in defeat.

, part 2

Ciel, now 27 in age, decided to come to Lau for some of his dealings. When he had arrived into the room, Lau was apparently teaching his son about the work of his dealings and The Triad, preparing his son as his successor. He merely sits in the usual seat reserved for him, until the young 12 year old had caught sight of him, his face lighting up as he happily exclaims,

Earl!

Ciel slightly smiled as he nods at the boy. Apparently, he had been informed that his first word had a connection to him. The boy had grown an attachment to him over the years, and Sebastian could only smile and lightly tease him about it from time to time. Can you play with me today? Fon asks, giddily coming to his side. Aren't you too old to be playing childish games? Earl Phantomhive questions, a gloved hand making his way to the Chinese boy's long, messy hair. Fon pouts for a moment in contemplation, Can you teach me also? Like what bàba's teaching me? He questioned with a smile.

Ciel merely nods. Quite so. I negotiate with your father, so I guess a lesson is in place for now...just listen to how we do it before we give you…complicated instructions. Fon nods enthusiastically before taking his place to the right of his father. Lau takes out a few documents and begins the discussion, Fon attentively listening to their discourse. Ciel couldn't deny his prediction; it had in fact, come true. Fon would certainly be quite a prodigy.

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It was at this time of the year wherein Lau will go down to the port to watch the shipments come in. Fon would often tag along. This time, as they walked along the docks to their port, Fon eyes the ship and felt…warm. He'd caught himself staring at a beautiful Chinese teenager, with her large forhead, and eyes as wide as those of a Chinese's dolls (quite like his mothers only rounder; a picture of innocence) and her dark chestnut braids.

FON!

He snaps out, and he then realizes that he had actually stopped. I'm coming, bàba! The thirteen year old replied, running up the docks to catch up to his father. He makes it to their port, just in time to see the ship come closer before it eventually anchors. And there was the girl, standing side by side her parents as they boarded off the ship. Top priority, as it seems. Welcome , Master. Lau greeted the gruff man beside the girl. For his father to even bow down…

Fon could only mimic his father's movements because his mother was also, apparently bowing down. Ah, so this is your daughter Ling. How pretty she's grown. Though he is still bowed, Fon could only peek at her. She had apparently noticed herself, so he blushed a slight red before bowing he head down to hide himself. He could hear her chuckling lightly.

This is my son, Fon. Lau said, meaning to wrap an arms around Fon's shoulders only to touch air. Fon? You don't need to bow. He blushed a deeper shade before straightening up abruptly, only to hit his head on his father's arm and slowly let out an 'ow' as he reached over to touch his aching spot. Apparently, Lau had also been affected for he was rubbing his arm, looking quite hurt. He could hear Ling giggle this time, as if she had found it funny.

Lau took in a few deep breaths as Fon straightened up this time, gathering his composure. Lau gave it another shot as he laced his arm around Fon's shoulder once more. As I was saying, this is my son, Fon. Fon kept his head up this time, anything to not repeat the fiasco from earlier and not to embarrass himself more. It was already bad enough that he was embarrassed earlier. If only he had known that their special visitor would have such a pretty daughter than he would've been more prepared.

So how long would you be staying here? As Lau and Ling's father begin some lengthy discourse, Fon couldn't only look around as he tried hard not to look at the girl. It had been like that even until they had gotten home; he'd vowed to himself he'd avoid her for the whole five months she was staying. Sadly for him, it had only been an hour or three when he had made that vow to himself that it had been broken; it was Ling herself who came to him in the hallway.

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Funny how you've been avoiding me. She says with a smile. A light blush dusted his cheeks as he looked away.

I-I'm not avoiding you!

Yes you are. I've seen you peek a while ago.

She could only giggle as Fon's cheeks took up the same color as his changshan. Do you mind showing me around? I'm too shy to ask the other people around here and the other kids. I thought it would be better to ask you since your bàba is my bàba's close friend. She explains.

I-I'll show you around! Fon exclaimed as he nods enthusiastically before he catcher himself and hides his face behind his hands. She laughs this time and he blushes once more. You're funny she says.

Peeking from a door nearby, Lau could only smile to himself. It was obvious his son had taken a liking to Ling and it was a wise choice to have told her to ask him for a tour instead of coming with him. He retreats back into his seat by the tea table, and smiles contentedly to himself before he sips his tea peacefully. This may be Fon's first crush, but he will certainly come to love more in the future.

, part 2

With Ling around, Lau thought it was the perfect time to cut Fon's hair. Maybe the young boy would comply more easily with Ling around; surely he could bribe his boy into cutting his hair by telling him Ling would like him more if his hair was short and neat. So, the Chinese trader set forth towards the direction of the garden, determined to catch Fon and his master mid-session with Ling watching them. He made sure to brandish his scissor in his hand as a sadistic aura seeped through his pores; images of Fon dying because of his long, messy hair ran through his mind. It had actually scared some of his subordinates away; they thought he was out to slaughter them for doing a sloppy job of their tasks. Of course the latter was not true because the only thing he'll be slaughtering is Fon's hair…

He stopped still once h stepped into the garden. It was just silent, Kim (Fon's Master) was seated peacefully in the tae area of the porch, sipping his green dragon tea. Ling was seated with Fon, her hands weaving through his hair as they told stories to each other. Lau would've screamed like a banshee; his bribery won't work since Ling apparently liked his hair. Apparently, he had made a sound; the trio now had their attention turned to him. Fon's had jumped to his feet whilst Ling had tightened her grip on his messy, knotted strands.

Bàba! His startled son exclaimed. Now the young one was frantic as he tried to rescue his hair. W-Wait! Don't cut my hair! Mama has hers in braids! Can't I have mine in braids too? The young one questioned, eyes pleading as he looked up at his father. No, he will not give up his hair. Lau, on the other hand, took things into consideration. If Fon's hair was in one big braid, it would be easier and certainly…

Lau shook his head. I'll think about it. He stated. At his words, he watched as Fon's lip curled into a slight smile at his victory. Thank you, bàba! He cheerfully said, quickly glomping his father. I said I'll think about it, not I agree. Lau admitted with a sigh. But watching Fon…he may as well agree to braids. Well, he'll let the boy slide. Again.

ships

It was annoying. All Fon could see no matter which direction he looked was just a plain cerulean blue; it either gets darker as a sign of the depths of the vast ocean and lighter to signify how shallow it really is. He was significantly bore as he sat around on the deck with his father perched upon a picnic blanket as he received his lessons with Ling braiding his hair. This was one of the rare times wherein Ling was around; she only came by once in a while to listen, but she was mostly having her own lessons too. Overall, Fon concludes that travelling by sea was more boring than travelling by car or carriage. The only thing that helped him pass time was his Martial Arts teacher who Lao had requested to come along to continue to educate Fon during their travels. Every day, the young boy only got to spend and hour or two with Ling before he attended to other duties. He had learned about opium just a few days ago, and now there was really nothing much more to know besides recaps. Fon couldn't wait to arrive at China.

Lao was suddenly silenced as he looked at Ling's work before contemplating a few moments. 'About your haircut...' He began, putting down the mandarin-written book he had. 'Just leave it braided. You should be fine.' He said, cracking an uneasy smile at his son. It made him slightly happier though, when the young boy's face brightened up at the notion of being able to keep his hair long.

'Really, bàba?' The youngster asked, delighted. Lau nodded and the young on clapped his hands. At that point, Lau couldn't help but note that his son was starting to gain traces of Ran Mao in him; his eyes were wider than his, so to say, and the shape of his face was starting to become more defined. Yes, he definitely is maturing already.

'Oh yes, before I forget. When we arrive in China, you'll train your martial arts under a different master, Fon.' He informed his son. 'Lee has agreed with me upon it; he has nothing more to teach you. We both believe you will learn to master your martial arts more and learn new techniques in China.' He added with a slight nod.

Fon nodded enthusiastically, which caused Ling to become annoyed. 'Stay still,' She said, redoing a few chains to make them appear neater before continuing her work. 'I'm excited for China now!' Fon exclaimed, already picturing the new adventures he might have. China. The land of the dragon, martial arts, and one of the oldest civilizations in the world.