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The Fox-Child was weeding his Aunt Petunia's garden in the blazing heat, but he didn't mind. The six-year-old was perfectly happy to spend the day singing to his plants and tending to their needs. He was currently tending to the chrysanthemums, who leaned into his touch and sang along.

"Hey, kid." The Boy looked up at the young man leaning against his aunt and uncle's front fence. He had red-brown eyes and slicked back black hair. The Boy knew that the young man was the kind of person that his relatives abhorred. The Boy blinked at him and waited for the other to continue.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

The Boy blinked and frowned, then shrugged, turning back to his garden. The petunias were complaining again. The man didn't go away for some time, just stood there and watched, but eventually he continued down the street.

'He'll be back.'

'Why?' The Boy asked of the Plant Man.

'It is his job to look out for anyone who may become a problem later in life and protect those who cannot use their inner powers like we can.'

'Oh. Okay.'

The Boy had known the Plant Man and the Fox since as long as he could remember. The Plant Man was almost always there to answer any questions the Boy had and provided comfort when the Boy's relatives got worse than usual. The Fox, however, seldom made himself known to the Boy, but the Plant Man said that it was because he was too busy modifying the Boy's subconscious and thought patterns. When the Fox did make an appearance, it was usually to answer a question or teach the Boy something the Plant Man couldn't. Then there were the times when he would just run the tune he told the Boy was called 'The Threefold Lament' through his mind to calm the Boy down.

'How did he find us?'

'Probably the same way we did.' The Boy paused to listen to the Fox, ignoring for now the plaintive calls of the lilacs. 'There are powerful wards for a block radius that are keyed to keep out any who hold malevolent intent and are capable of using above normal human energies. All he would have had to do was follow the blood ties. It isn't that hard.'

The Boy frowned again. 'Will they be able to find me wherever I am?"

There was silence on the other end as the Fox and The Plant Man considered this with chilling insight. 'Yes. Suichi,' Boy blinked before it dawned on him that Fox was talking to The Plant Man. 'Teach him how to block and redirect the wards.

Worry flowed from the Plant Man, who was now found to also have another name. Suichi. 'Do you think we should start teaching him how to defend himself? He's due to start school soon, so he'll be leaving the ward boundaries.'

The Fox's voice was a murmur, meaning he was sinking back into the subconscious level. 'Do it. Better too early than of too late.'

And that was the fateful day that the Boy started to learn to protect himself, setting into motion a total deviation from what the lady-like Destiny and the uptight Fate had decided what his life would be like, which was totally screwed over by the mischievous Chance and the stereotypical-blonde Luck (Explaining why she's sometimes referred to as 'Dumb Luck'), thus resulting in a screaming fest and being chewed out by Fortune for acting unprofessionally.

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