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Ludwig rubbed the colored wax in his hands before bringing it to the paper and pressing it down. The wax came along onto the paper and Ludwig giggled slightly.
Toris was walking around the room occasionally glancing at what the children were drawing.
Ludwig needed a…green. Green wax. He glanced around the table he was sitting at to see where the green wax was.
A boy sitting across the table held the green wax. Without thinking it through Ludwig leaned across the table and pulled it out of his hand.
The boy looked up at him surprised before he reached for the green once more. "Give it back."
"I need it." Ludwig said.
The boy began to cry lightly. Ludwig started in surprise as a hand came down on his shoulder gently. He looked up to see Toris smiling down at the table.
"What happened?" he asked patiently.
The boy pointed at Ludwig and said "He took my green."
"I needed it." Ludwig protested.
Toris smiled at Ludwig and gently took the green crayon out of his hand and gave it back to the boy.
"Ludwig." Toris said. "When you need something and someone else is using it you need to ask them if you can use it. Try it."
Ludwig looked at the boy confused. "What do I do?"
"Ask." Toris encouraged.
"How?"
"You ask 'May I have' and whatever it is you need that they have." Toris said.
Ludwig bit his lip and turned to the boy. "May I have…the green thing that you have?"
"It's a crayon." Toris quietly said.
"May I have the crayon?" Ludwig asked.
The boy glanced down at his paper and said "I'm done with it anyway. Here." as he gave Ludwig the crayon.
Ludwig stared at the crayon in his hand before glancing up at Toris. "Why do I need to ask?"
"Because it is the polite thing to do." Toris answered. He glanced to see another pair of children tugging on a book. Nodding to the two of them he quickly crossed the room to break up the fight.
Ludwig forgot about the picture that he had been coloring and instead stared down at the green crayon in his hand.
"Polite." he murmured.
Carefully placing the crayon the table he left his seat and walked across the room to where he remembered the class dictionary was stored. Pulling it out he sat on the floor and balanced it on his knees as he turned the pages until he reached the definition of polite.
"Showing good manners toward others, as in behavior, speech, etc.; courteous, civil: a polite reply. Refined or cultured."
He leaned against the bookcase feeling the wood pressing against his folded wings. His finger trailed across the page as he attempted to read the definition.
"Polite." he said aloud once more.
He placed the dictionary back into the shelf and went back to his chair. This was something to think about for the time being.
Ludwig curled his thumbs around the backpack straps as he stood with the other children waiting for their parents to pick them up. Glancing through the crowd he was surprised to see Arthur coming toward him instead of Gilbert.
When he was in front of Ludwig Toris immediately stood next to Ludwig and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry but who are you?" Toris asked politely.
Arthur smiled lightly. "I am Arthur, Ludwig's uncle. Gilbert is unable to pick up Ludwig so I came in his place."
Ludwig's eyes narrowed as he felt Arthur extend and spread his aura towards Toris. He recognized this as the way they use to get others to trust what he said.
Toris glanced at Ludwig. "Is this man your uncle." Ludwig had to grin at Arthurs face when he realized that his aura trick wasn't working.
Ludwig nodded. "He is my uncle."
After another glance between them Toris nodded and said "Alright then, I will see you tomorrow Ludwig."
"Bye Mr. Toris." Ludwig said before following Arthur out of the schoolyard.
Ludwig glared at Arthur who simply smiled in return.
"Why are you here?" Ludwig hissed in his own language. "Where is Gilbert?"
"Calm down." Arthur murmured. "I merely suggested to Gilbert that I pick you up so that we can talk some more. Get to know one another a bit more."
Ludwig snorted. "I don't want to get to know you more."
Arthur obtained a look of mock hurt. "You are telling this to the one who is teaching you how to speak English and even control your magic."
Ludwig looked to the side. "I don't need your help."
Arthur snorted. "I've seen you lose control of your magic more than once, I think about twenty times, since you have come here. You need my help."
Ludwig sighed. "I don't care."
"Something on your mind child?" Arthur asked.
Ludwig bit his lip before he said "I was taught that we need to be polite. Why is that?"
Arthur smiled before saying in their language "Polite. That's how you say it. And we need to be that because manners and civility is what separates human beings from the animals."
"But…I don't understand it." Ludwig said. "Back home if you wanted something that someone else had you just took it from them. Using force if you needed to."
"That is the difference between human manner and devil manner." Arthur said.
Ludwig kicked a rock in his path lightly. "I am a devil. The son of Satan himself. Why is it that I must learn this?"
"You now live in the human realm." Arthur said. "You need to know this in order to not bring any unwanted attention to yourself."
"Will I ever return home?" Ludwig asked quietly.
"Do you have desire to return?" Arthur asked in return.
Ludwig didn't answer however when he saw the house he now lived in he quickly ran to it and to where Gilbert was waiting on the porch. When he saw Ludwig running towards him he ran down the steps and extended his arms. Ludwig immediately threw himself into Gilbert's arms.
"Thanks for bringing him home Arthur." Gilbert said. Standing and carrying Ludwig to his chest.
Arthur nodded and after sparing another glance at Ludwig he turned and walked towards his own home.
Ludwig stared into the mirror that was in his room. The door was locked so that no one would interrupt him in his musings.
He slowly took off his shirt and spread his wings out to properly stretch them while he pulled his tail out from around his waist.
His wings. His tail waving slightly.
He was a demon. The son of the feared devil himself.
He stretched his hand outwards until it reached the glass of the mirror. He thought for a moment of Arthurs pure white feathery wings in contrast to his leathery dark wings. A strange emotion wrapped around his heart as he thought of those pure white wings.
"Do you have desire to return?"
Ludwig bowed his head lightly until it touched the mirror. He tried to reach out for his dark magic once more as he had down in the past. His blonde hair and blue eyes darkened until his eyes were blood red and his hair was as black as the night.
It was starting to get harder to get this form again. Something that used to come to him as easy as breathing. He blinked and he returned to being blonde haired and blue eyed.
"Do you have desire to return?"
Ludwig curled into a ball with his wings closing around him tightly.
"I don't know." he whispered.
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