Honani woke suddenly, and flung himself into an upright position fluently. He observed the room and saw that he was no longer in the white room which Honani was rather pleased about. Instead, Honani was in a rather colourful room with two beds. The room was made up of peach wallpaper, and a cream carpet-that Honani wanted so much to spill… Wine on; at least it looked the same. On the bedroom walls there were multiple crayon drawings of blob looking stick figures with blue hair and yellow smiles, some were of random people, some were of animals, and as they moved across the wall Honani could see them getting very good over time, the person could be an artist. Honani stood and looked over the picture until he came to a surprising discovery. At the very end of the rows was a painting, fresh by the looks of things, of the very same bedroom Honani was in, and in the portrait made of watercolours was a figure lying sleeping in the same bed Honani was in earlier, the figure looked rather feminized but looked alright all the same.
Honani blinked in surprise and mentally hit himself for being so slow.
It was Him.
Honani unleashed a dazzling smile which the women would swoon to be at the receiving end of it. The picture was rather good and showed all his good points, and if possible made him feel as good as he looked in the picture, utterly magnificent. The figure in the bed had rather short hair, but this didn't detour it apparently as the hair seemed to slowly crawl over the pillow to grab some random items beside the bed on the table, as a strand of hair was seen creeping towards the glass of water. Honani laughed at the sight, causing people in the room (if there were any) to instantly turn their heads towards the boy. Honani pulled a strand of hair from the bush on his head and tugged. The strand of hair seemingly hissed and retreated back from his hand back into his nest of hair. Honani laughed at this strange sight. The bed looked so real in the picture it was if touching it would be as soft as the bed he had just lain on as he rested, so real it was hard to tell the difference from painting and reality. The bed in the painting even had the same slight tear in the multicolour patch up quilt cover as the one in real life. Smiling brightly at the photo him, Honani turned to look at the rest of the room. It was mainly plain aside from the window hiding from sight by the large dark curtains and the small desk of draws which a grass of water that his hair had been investigating lay waiting, suspiciously.
Honani walked towards the curtains and flew them apart to unveil new looking Elizabethan windows which were his only means of the outside world, aside from the door which was shut next to his bed which he blatantly ignored in favour of choosing the harder path to challenge himself.
Directly outside the window was an old oak tree which had a branch touching the window as the wind occasionally blew. On the black 6 small paned window, Honani flicked the tiny hatch, which appeared to do gladly as it opened with a small click as it unhooked itself and Honani flung the window open with ease. Delicate sunlight and a caressing breeze filtered into to the small room. The dull dark room became brightened with light and sweet notes of bird songs littered the room, Honani rested his arms on the window sill and listened to the joyous calls of the world. Honani wondered to himself whether this was what death was like, as time seemingly stopped and he didn't want to worry about the world any longer at that moment, he gladly lost himself to the world.
Honani wondered whether, this was what happened after death took him, simple peace and no more pain. Death is what many people fear, but they shouldn't really, death didn't really do anything to them except give them to peace and rest.
Honani wondered whether there was more than Death out there, many people dislike Fate and curse Destiny, but they are essentially doing their jobs. Perhaps suffering wasn't caused by death but by another deity or being or whatever they were, that was Agony, who never let people leave this world peacefully. Perhaps Agony is a much bigger part of this world than people can ever imagine, perhaps Agony affected everyone except the pure innocent, who didn't want to harm anyone.
Honani knew from past… well not really his experiences… past lives of his ancestors, that everyone wanted others to suffer, perhaps those who hated some other people and wanted them to feel pain, this could be a touch of Agony snooping through the world, living off the desired pain from others and the pain that he delivered in the process towards Death. Perhaps Death is innocent in all this, and is being played by Agony which remains hidden in the shadow of Death himself. Agony, who is attracted to war, Agony, who is attracted to mercy if only to stomp it out of existence, Agony, which was clearly a part of Hufflepuff and Salazar, who simply love to kill. Honani thought about whether Agony was a part of him, Agony probably was, but so was Destiny who wished to corrupt him, and Fate who loved to mess with him who also teamed up with Love or as she was also called Aphrodite, who couldn't keep her head out his life too. Honani didn't mind, as long as he could have a preferably long and happy life, he couldn't care less.
The old oak branch outside the window slowly lifted and held Honani's distracted chin in its old leafy grasp, thus causing him to snap out of his daze and stroke the ancient branch gently, swiftly replacing the thoughtful look on his face with a beaming smile. The branch suddenly pointed downwards at something below. Honani craned over to see what it was, directly below him was a small girl of the age of about four who was twirling in the garden.
The garden it seemed was rather well kept, as there was no trace of any weeds although Honani knew they were hiding, the sneaky things, just like Slytherins. There were multiple coloured flowers of mainly blue and pink with a dash of yellow popping up every once in a while. The grass was a shade of green which even Honani was proud of, despite Honani loving the wild overgrown jungle in his previous home; he liked the flourishing sight of the garden here too.
As the girl was twirling, Honani spotted small grey paving stones that contrasted greatly with the grass which lead to a paved area that a boy of about thirteen by the looks of him, sat either writing or drawing on his notebook. Honani couldn't help but notice that the boy had a deep brown hair that looked a lot like the healthy colour wood on a Japanese birch tree, when the boy glanced up to look at the girl, Honani noticed the boy despite his age had amazing wise eyes that were the colour of a light brown, but from Honani's angle, as the light hit them they turned the magnificent colour of Iron pyrite. The artistic boy who Honani guessed painted the picture of himself, wore a rather red jumper and gentle black trousers that as the boy sat cross legged revealed numerous pencils, which supported his idea. Honani concluded that he was drawing as he saw the boy do a large sweep of the pencil he was holding, that he got from his storage of pockets in his coal coloured trousers, on the picture before looking up at the spinning girl who had gentle flowing molten chocolate hair which had merged with bunched colour highlights of golden sunlight due to the time she spent in the sun.
She looked the polar opposite of her supposed brother, she was a hyper bundle of a girl who acted like she had devoured a ton of un-tampered blue Smarties and considering the flashes of joyful chocolate brown that sprung every so often from her blurry appearance Honani could guess that she was brown eyed too, said girl wearing a flowing dress of flowers which got Honani intrigued suddenly fell over due to dizziness. Her hair in two ponytails on either side of her head had loosened and splayed her wild hair across her flushed face and she looked bewildered at the world which wouldn't stop spinning. Honani was already partially amused at this point and so was the brother by the looks of things even as he drew furiously catching the moment a small smile flittered across his more mature face.
The young girl muttered something that Honani couldn't hear, and stood once more and attempted storming over to the brother. Attempted that is, as soon as she tried to walk over to her brother she looked like a new born deer who tried to walk for the first time, resulting in of course, her downfall diagonally towards the trimmed hedge where she fell in before yelling in surprise. Honani couldn't help it; it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. Honani opened his mouth and let out a chiming laugh which caught the slightest bit of attention of both children on the ground, well one on the ground the other in a bush, but they both ignored the laughter so far. Honani flung his head back graciously and held his mouth over part of his face in an elegant manner and continued laughing. Cracking an eye open he could see the brother was also laughing as he attempted to drag his confused sister from the hedge which apparently didn't want to let her go.
This made it all the more funnier when the brother who had placed his notepad down, fell to the grass as the hedge continued to "eat" the sister with a thump and stopped laughing as he looked with surprise.
Honani laughed even louder, drawing the full attention of the boy on the ground, his brownish eyes widened as he spotted the boy laughing at the window, before in a friendly manner gave a sheepish upside down wave as he was on his back facing the window. Honani giggled as he tried to muffle his laughter, and waved back, and sniggered as a light squeal was emitted from the hedge. The boy on the ground looked towards the behind and swinging legs of the sister that were kicking furiously as she tried to untangle herself from the "killer" hedge and leapt up to try to pull her out. Honani on the other hand chose the easier option, and stroked the branch next to him and whispered in a melodic voice,
"Tell the bush to let go of my possible sister, would you do that for me please, my dear friend?"
The tree gave a gentle shake of agreement which can easily be disguised as the wind blowing a strong gust through the neighbourhood. Another blast of wind stroked the bush and suddenly the bush vibrated. Honani laughed again as both brother and sister were thrown from the bush with such a speed that the boy landed on the ground with an oomph but let out a louder groan of pain as his sister landed on top of him. The boy murmured something causing the girl to get angry and frown slightly before an evil grin made its way onto her face and she jumped on her brother again. Honani's chuckles died down slightly.
He could tell Agony had visited here recently. Before Honani could reminisce any longer, the boy said something again, which caused the girl to look around excitedly. The brother let out a heart-warming laugh and pointed at Honani upstairs in the window. The girl followed his gaze and her eyes widened as she spotted him, a large smile broke upon her face and she ran towards the backdoor inside, followed by the swift brother, who wanted to stop her before she attacked Honani with her killer "excitedness". Honani laughed and stroked the old oak tree which pushed its branch into Honani's hand like a demanding kitten, Honani smiled softly and closed the windows, after a short internal debate, he left the curtains as they were and strolled towards the door.
Any thoughts of a civil greeting were thrown out the window when the duo pounding of feet on the staircase and yelling of two children to their somewhat baffled mother was heard. Honani chose the easiest option; hide. Honani slipped under the bed with gymnastic grace and froze much like a rabbit on high alert, before the quick once over of his body ensured that no limbs or clothing were in range of detection; they weren't. Honani held his breath as the white door swung open with a bang and the girl ran in with a yell that slowly became a confused noise as the room revealed no occupants, this then was silence that was swiftly hidden behind the panting of the older brother attempting to catch up with his sugar high sister, in a futile attempt to stop her.
Honani thought, nay, knew that even the bold and endlessly brave Godric Gryffindor would turn tail and run if confronted with this type of female species. But Honani had to give his possible brother, credit for even thinking the thought of stopping her let alone attempting to carry it out by himself, a true Gryffindor act, 'Godric must be so proud' Honani thought sarcastically.
"Erynia, you've probably scared-"the brother panted and inhaled a gulp of air before crouching in front of the teary eyed little girl, "Scared him off, with you being the loudmouth that you are." Honani at this point thought that the boy had a death wish, as the little four year old suddenly glared viciously, this glare had evil intentions behind it, and Honani quickly took back his Gryffindor comment, as the Brother was not at all fazed by the look the sister gave to him, this look would have caused the great Merlin to cower in fear. The boy continued a healthier colour, "See the window," at the little girl's nod he continued despite seeing the confusion in her still ablaze eyes, "He's probably in the garden as he climbed down from the tree, you know the old oak tree that we used to sneak out and watch the stars and thunderstorms on" Honani despite his awkward position could tell that the girl had come to a revelation.
"You mean, the really old one, which we used to sneak out in the dead of night to go and see the magic glow fish!" She whispered excitedly, "Do you think he's still in the garden?" she asked innocently.
The elder brother nodded in a frantic childish manner, which may have been used to keep suspicion from arousing in the young yet intellectually bright youngster. With a delighted gasp the pounding of footsteps were heard.
There was silence in the room.
A low chuckle resounded from the brother shattering the silence.
"I know you're still here, she's gone for now, so you're stuck with me," A small click of a door lock was heard, "At least when we have finished our …conversation."
Honani smirked from under the bed and began to move, with leopard like lithe and grace he shot onto his feet and stood a good three feet away from his suspected brother who had been nearing the bed he was under. Up close his perhaps brother had very hazel eyes, not a deep rich hazel, but an orange hazel, which explained how they looked like Iron pyrite earlier as the sunlight hit them at an odd angle. His hair was rightly compared with a Japanese Birch tree, almost the identical texture and shading of bark. It was completely unique. The boy across from him was slightly taller, almost making Honani borderline threatened, which he partially felt as the other stood straighter. The other boy opened his mouth to speak.
"Hello, I am Darian. I am thirteen years old, what about you?" he asked holding out his hand for Honani to shake. Honani noted his voice was rather warm and had a certain tangy taste which somewhat resembled a wood like roughness as it left the tongue of Darian. It was also quite welcoming which was interesting as the tone was warm, very warm, almost fireplace warm with wooden logs crackling every now and then. Honani wondered at this point, and decided to observe more before taking any rash action.
"Hello. I am Honani Renasci; I am seven years of age at the moment." Honani somewhat cautiously replied taking his hand and shaking it politely. The other's eyes widened which may have been due to Honani's wide vocabulary or the sound of Honani's voice, which was as sharp and crisp as Jack Frost's first visit onto a field of grass before the snow fairies would cover the land in a delicate dusting of white fluffy snow that rains back down graciously once kicked by the mischievous child dancing through the fields at first glance at the delicate fluffy mysterious substance.
However once past the icy wintery shell which was Honani, contained warmth like no other, like a warm campfire, with lots of marshmallows and a homely feel, but also a taste of secrets shared and emotions enlightened, this drew others to him like a moth to a flame, as they see a glimpse of his inner beauty through his laughter, his smiles, his looks that could be nothing more than a day dreamy line of sight, or even enquiring glances at something that was compelling to him. Darian opened his mouth to speak.
Suddenly a loud gust of wind slammed the tree branch hard against the window, causing it to shatter on impact, a loud long wail of wind echoed around the room and papers began to fly everywhere. Darian looked not as scared as Honani would have thought but, rather, concerned as he let out a sigh of,
"Oh not again…"
Honani swiftly made his way to the window and began to pick up shards of glass delicately, succeeding in not cutting his finger. Honani had a startled look on his face when Darian took his hand to take all the glass shards from Honani's hand, whilst using the other to pick up a bin which appeared from under the bed. Honani froze, he could feel the even breathing of his probable brother as he lent over Honani's small form to collect the shards, and he wasn't affected at all by him.
Not even a blink, or a slight blush, complete and utter focus on the glass on his little possible brother's hand. This slightly unnerved Honani who froze due to a small slice of glass grazing the top layer of skin on the soft skin of his hand as Honani shuffled to get comfortable. Honani let out a slight gasp as the pain etched across his skin, concerned iron pyrite eyes looked up in a flash; worried eyes demanded whether he was alright. Honani nodded in confirmation, wincing as the elder boy finished placing the glass in the bin and pulled Honani's hand closer unknowingly squeezing it tight, causing a line of blood to arise from a surprisingly deep gash.
Honani noticed that the boy was rather gentle despite his haste to observe the wound. Honani also noticed a small shimmer around the boy, almost as if it were covering something up. Honani burst out of his daydream as the boy stood and walked towards the set of draws. These set of draws were a light sand colour, they were extremely pale, and this perplexed Honani, as this wood was not from around here, usually the wood was crying out in pain or silent as it was dead and tired of screaming and no longer spoke. This, however, particular piece was what worried Honani, as it wasn't screaming. It wasn't begging. It wasn't crying. It was, sleeping. This was odd as to him all wood was very talkative, considering Honani was the only person to hear them. But the indestructible table back with the psychologist was made of some sort of rubbery plastic. Honani was no barbarian and knew not to harm trees, but stuff that looked like trees. A lot of red was to be involved.
What confused Honani was that this certain bedside table, was of no type of wood from Earth. As in it wasn't from Earth. It wasn't a habitant of Earth, so what in the name of Salazar was it. But considering the fact that Darian ran his fingers smoothly along the edge of the table whence he got a case full of natural remedies. Honani knew everything about healing and most of this powder and leaves were not of Earth origin.
Honani began to wonder.
"I'm going to mix these powders together" Darian said pointing at the hot pink bag filled with very fine and rather fluffy looking, cloud causing powder and the deep blue bag filled with a rather lumpy powder that he separated from the other multicoloured powder filled bags that were of every texture available and more, shiny delicate leaves and odd looking rocks which look like they had been around since before the start of time.
Darian grabbed an odd looking dish which was very uneven on every side and on the base, poured both powders in which despite looking as if they would puff up like icing sugar, and actually poured much like a sort of water into the dish. Darian then picked up a long thin metal prong with the end ending in a scribble ball like pattern and whisked it, for a complete time of four seconds.
"and crush these leaves," He said pointing at a golden looking leave with a blue tint which was added more theories into Honani's fast pace mind. Darian then grabbed another tool which looked like a lighter, Honani was very interested now. Darian flicked open the lighter and a blue sparkly flame appeared, the elder held the leaf over the flame and to Honani's astonishment the leaf froze. Darian looked as if he had been doing this his entire life as he successfully crushed it with his hand.
"Before grinding them into a paste which should look like… This" The paste that was created at the end was a pale purple mixture that had speckles of blue, brown and oddly enough orange.
The paste looked rather thick, almost like clotted cream from a tub, it didn't look at all appetizing however Honani had a feeling his skin would feel the same and reject the odd mixture. The elder looked pleased with himself and beckoned Honani closer, which Honani being as curious as he was, complied. Darian swiftly grabbed Honani's injured hand and held it close for inspection. Dipping two fingers into the paste, the elder smeared the thick paste onto the cut which had begun to turn a rather worrying colour of lime green. The skin, as soon as it was touched by the paste began to cause veins to highlight all over the hand, as the paste began to take effect. Honani swung nimbly from his standing position to sit on the bed in which he awoke, and stared at his hand which had began to absorb the paste in record time, as it did this the skin had returned to a delicious strawberry milky glow. Honani was impressed, but wasn't impressed by Darian placing his hand over his eyes.
Honani could feel a somewhat sadness arrive from the normally sardonic boy, Honani at this point knew what he was going to do, so decided to play his trump card.
"Hmm, I wonder, I really do" Honani started, feeling the sadness merge with slight confusion, he grinned happily, "I wonder; what an Elf is doing her, never mind the fact that you are also a Healer Elf."
The hand was gone in an instant, but Honani could tell that the boy had swung over the bed which lay next to Honani's own, and landed next to the broken window in a defensive position.
"How?" was the only thing the boy said. Honani simply grinned manically and tapped his nose twice, symbolizing secrecy. The elf hissed, and Honani shrugged and lay back on the bed. This action confused the elf in front of him. After a few moments of silence which needed to be broken according to Honani, the younger spoke.
"It wasn't that hard… Maybe for a human, mortal it would be improbable, but I isn't one of them, am I? I mean the first thing was your reactions, the window randomly shattered and you didn't even jump, then the table, that table without a doubt is evil, you know how I know? Because it's not screaming! Then the cream note: no human does that, they simply grab a plaster and simple hey presto fixed. Speaking of which why did you do that, are we related now so because you are obligated to do so? Or is it something else?" Honani said rushing it all out in one breath.
Darian looked remarkably dazzled, and was inwardly punishing himself for being so thick.
"Ok, well, err. Yeah I guess we are related, I mean my mother fostered you as soon as she saw you so she took you in, and Erynia was overly excited so much that I was worried you would bolt so I had to get her out so we could talk, I mean, she's pretty young so she would be excited, and might hurt you in the process." Darian rambled still processing the fact that his foster brother knew, as soon as he got here and all! Darian snapped alert at this point. "Wait, how did you know that the table was different? No one has ever noticed that before." He said suspiciously.
Honani smirked and tapped his nose again earning a groan of annoyance from his brother.
"No need to worry I will tell you in time, now first things first." Honani said looking around searchingly. Darian looked confused and looked too before turning back to Honani.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Hmmm… You haven't seen an about two metre long snake which is the most poisonous snake in existence which responds to Mahi who could destroy an army in a single sweep, have you?" Honani asked innocently earning a blink in reply. "Hmmm, pity." Honani concluded.
Lozzien here guys and gals :D I had this lying around on about 2,000 words until one hit on my story got this 4,000 + whopper done. I wanted it longer but oh well, it'll have to do for now, I can't be bothered. This is the most productive I've been all day! Haha!
Anyway last time I checked Miss. E. Ville was in the Bahamas with her friends, Kuro and Zufuara and maybe some others so she'll be back later I guess :D
I don't own harry potter, if I did, I wouldn't be here, and I would be going to Tokyo, just for fun with my friend Narmada…
Speaking of which! I do not own the names Erynia or Darian they were the products of Narmada :3 Arigato for that Narmada-Sama! So I don't own them… yeah…
See you laters awesome peoples, and don't be scared to review, I will reply to any questions, and stuff as soon as humanly possible, and finally!
Ciao~
An additional note: I have edited this story so it's more illegible, coz I've been having complaints... so I fixed it… ^^