Holy- muffins... I was talking about making an update on Friday and look how this thing became late! Sorry about that guys. I've written OH GOD SO MUCH that I felt like separating it into two chapters. I tried to give as much as detail I could, because there is a story in my mind that I'm planning to tell the story of Raijinshuu. You got a huge part of Bixlow's here, but not the most important parts, where everything happens. Well, the last part of his story will be revealed, but... I think that will be in the very end.

And, I think I'll write more than 11 chapters because there is still tooooooo much stuff that needs to happen.

Have a good read!

To Forget to Remember

Chapter 7:

All about the Jester and His Tale I

"Hurry guys! We are going to be late!"

Welcome to the Kingdom of Pergrande, the largest and the most powerful Kingdom on the face of the Earth Land.

"As if it wasn't bad enough that we ran out of our monthly pocket moneys at that stupid fair!" the tiny boy growled as he ran with the group.

Majestic castles that mightily tower each city will take your breath away.

"Hey! We'd a lot of fun and you were perfectly fine with the idea! Don't blame me now!" the spiky dark blue haired boy scowled at his protesting friend.

"Shoot! It's Madame Ren at the grocery store!" a hulky boy warned his friends. They all hid behind a wall across the street.

" Argh! You always cheat us! Now we have to eat the terrible meals at the Orphanage!" the boy kept complaining.

"Shut up. If you wanted to return, you could. Stop blaming Bixlow," the tall boy with the jet black hair and blue eyes protected his friend. He was seemingly the oldest of the group, and was at the age of 13.

The mentioned boy with piercing red eyes was watching for the woman's departure from the grocery store. He gave his friends a signal as the said woman went on her own way.

The group of boys ran across some streets and finally reached to the back of a large, yellow building. It was the building of the Pergrande Cathalmon Orphanage. It was the place where they called as their home.

The hulky kid pushed a garbage container nearby the wall and there it opened an underground gate, it was a deformed passage to the previous storage. When everyone was inside, Bixlow called out for the jet haired friend of his.

"Feral, Lend me a hand to get Tim in,"

They griped the hulky kid's arms and pulled him inside forcefully.

"Damn! You got heavier?" Bixlow growled as he used more force.

"My back!" Feral moaned.

Finally, when Tim was gotten inside, he shyly apologized for the trouble he caused and then the boys headed back to their dormitory.

-üöü-

Girls cried out when the sealed door inside their dormitory was smashed out of its joints. One of the girls, however, clearly snarled at what had been there inside the door.

It was probably none other than the troublemakers, Tim, Feral, and the most annoying one who leaded them, Bixlow. She couldn't understand what Emun was doing with them though.

"YOU WON'T QUIT, WILL YOU?" The pink haired, supreme ruler of the girls' dormitory, Viper Teller, barked at the trio angrily.

"We're sorry," Tim apologized; he was clearly embarrassed when he was scowled by her. He placed back the door into its place as he did each month.

Feral clearly wasn't listening to what she was saying, nor did he realize the girls' dreamy stares on him. He was busy with brushing off the dust on his shirt.

"What was the scream 'bout?" Bixlow went out of a cloud of dust, only to come face to face with Viper while he was messing his hair to remove the dust particles.

"Thought you were used to our visits,"

Viper backed away from Bixlow with disgust.

"Firstly, stop brushing off the dust towards me, and secondly, these are the newbies so they haven't got to meet your unworldly personality yet, nor they need to!" Viper looked down at this annoying, little brat from above his head threateningly. Bixlow gave a sad look in response.

"Aww, Vip. But we only pay a visit once in a month, is it how you treat your friends?"

"You said you were my friend?" Hah! Since when? I think you've been dreaming a lot lately!" Viper crossed her arms and turned her back to him as if she was angry. Bixlow was laughing up his sleeve while he was facing her back, but he kept on acting.

He caressingly touched her arm from behind.

"Then at least, please bestow your understandin' on us. That fair is the only fun we have, and it's only once in a month. I know you're very kind when you want to be,"

Viper gave a look at his unavoidable red eyes and blushed, but she was not going to give up that easily. She turned back to face him once again.

"You have disregarded a rule, unfortunately there is nothing I can do about it," Viper commented as seriously as she could.

"There is no way even if I wanted to,"

"'s that so?" Bixlow murmured, mostly to himself. Suddenly, he pulled her face close to his. Viper didn't know what he was going to do, but she couldn't avoid blushing in a shade of a tomato.

He whispered to her ear.

"If you tell Madame Ren that we were late and used this passage then I'll…"

It was only Feral who was able to figure out what he was saying. He covered his mouth, only to avoid a burst of laughter .Without others realizing what the hell happened, Viper's horrifying scream echoed and Bixlow's rapid footsteps reached out for the exit to the corridor. The boys motioned right after him as if they were running away from a newly awakened beast.

"Oh, and don't forget to tell it was just a mouse that makin' you scream,"

Bixlow didn't forget to close the doors behind him.

-üöü-

Bixlow knew it was Feral when he felt a warm breath on his face and a snicker close to his ears.

"Do you know what time it is?" he whispered sleepily, then turned his face away to his opposite, clear enough, he was annoyed.

"I guess it's three in the morning," Feral whispered back.

Everyone except them were sleeping peacefully, this huge, simple decorated room they were in was solely illuminated by the light of the full moon.

"Normal people sleep at this hour," Bixlow tried to dismiss him quietly.

"And it's your tongue that says this? You aren't normal as much as I am," Feral smirked.

"Maybe, but I like to sleep at this time of the day, so get outta my bed." Bixlow buried his entire body under his sheet.

"How you threatened Viper was hilarious," seemingly, Feral didn't mind how much Bixlow was annoyed of him.

The sheet trembled with laughter underneath, and Bixlow finally popped out.

"So ya heard?" Bixlow stuck out his tongue in a smirk as he turned his face back to his friend.

"Of course I did!"

"There's no way she'll snitch us now,"

The friends tried to snicker as quietly as they could.

"If you tell Madame Ren that we were late and used this passage then I'll lick you until you melt," Feral mimicked Bixlow.

The boys were rolling over the bed, they were breathing in snatches as they tried to surpass their silent fit of laughter.

"Seriously, what does that exactly mean?" Feral questioned when there was enough oxygen in his lungs; tears of laughter were dropping out of the corner of his eyes on his cheeks, which were stretched by his huge grin.

"I dunno!" Bixlow responded with another huge grin.

"I heard that a man was tellin' this to a woman as he cornered her at a wall at back streets. It was quiet threatenin',"

"Maybe it is an idiom?" Feral asked.

"Yea, I think it's based upon ice creams, if I was an ice cream, I wouldn't have wanted to be licked 'till I melted." Bixlow spoke his notion.

"Makes sense," Feral approved.

"But she deserved it. She' has a potential to become a dark mage someday."

"...What will become of us by then, Bixlow?" Feral questioned quietly,

"Hm? I dunno," Bixlow stared at the ceiling blankly.

"Nothin' will become of me; I like to stay here,"

"What are you talking about? Everyone will become something someday,"

"Then I wanna be a staff member at the fair, so that I can go on all the rides freely and as much as I wanted."

"You'll be fed up with it, someday. What about becoming mages? I think we've the qualities!"

"Mages?" Bixlow blinked.

"That's right!"

"Nah, that's a lot of work," Bixlow declined the offer.

"Now, come on! Wouldn't it be superb if you could fire beams out of your hand to Viper?" Feral chuckled quietly.

"Stop that," Bixlow chuckled along with him.

"Look, as long as we're together, I don't care whatever will become of me, got it? You, I and Tim will make the perfect team at whatever we're up to,"

Feral looked at his friend, then he glanced at Tim's bed. He smiled back at Bixlow, who was lazily grinning back at him.

The friends fell asleep soon after this hearty conversation.

The fire crackles were spread to air as if they were affected by the mages' laughter. Lisanna, Bixlow and his babies laughed at this decent memory once again, after many years.

"Little, innocent Bixlow," she laughed at him.

"Eh, cut it out…" Bixlow laughed along.

"Aww, but how you understood that "idiom", that really was the cute of you,"

"Now it means…"

"…so wrong," Lisanna added quickly.

"I'm actually sorry for Viper. She must have really liked you," Lisanna continued.

"Nah, it was just her hormones," Bixlow denied.

"And you used them for your own benefits, that wasn't very nice of you,"

"If she didn't become that dramatic over 'applying the rules', then I'd have left her alone," Bixlow defended himself.

"Well, it wasn't her problem that you were flippant. She is the innocent one." Lisanna said. Then, what she was doing came overly ridiculous to her. Was she seriously debating Bixlow about his teenage romance? Now, he must have found her weird.

"Anyways, enough of your love life…" Lisanna said dismissively.

"Hmmm..."

"What?"

"I sense frustration in your voice. Sorry that I'm not the prince charmin' you're lookin' for." Bixlow crook smirked.

Lisanna opened her mouth to say something, but then she decided to not bother it anymore. You really like to tease, don't you?

Instead, she smacked his arm.

"Just continue, please?"

"Hey! Those were just the warm ups," He said, holding his arm as if it hurt.

In a random morning, Madame Ren made all of the kids get on a line in front of their beds. Each of them was dressed in their most fancy clothes.

It happened all the time, when some parents were going to decide to adopt the luckiest of them all.

From Bixlow's point of view, that was a nightmare.

"Don't you want to have a family as well?" Madame Ren asked, but it was more like as if she was interrogating him. Bixlow was in his usual clothes. A purple t-shirt that had some sighs on it and pants above his sandals worked for him finely as much. Madame Ren couldn't understand the boy's intentions.

"Same goes for you two," then, Madame Ren's irritated narrow eyes glared at Feral and Tim, who only decided to smile back at her cutely.

"Whatever," she said, and went off to talk with other kids to give them encouragement.

Bixlow, Feral and Tim looked at each other as they smirked.

"And this is the second dormitory," Latty, one of the care takers of the Orphanage guided the volunteering parents into the dormitory. All of the kids turned to face with the said parents.

"Hello all," the couple greeted all of the children joyfully.

The man and the woman were dressed formally. They were seemingly a tall couple. The man had a dali moustache and short brown wavy hair. He was smiling brightly to all of the kids. Same went for the woman; she looked at the children with her loving hazel eyes. Her straight ginger hair was fallen over her shoulders.

"Welcome to our Orphanage, Mr. and Mrs. Marveilles," Madame Ren greeted them.

"Thanks a lot Madame," the man didn't seem very interested in speaking with the authorities; his attention was all over the children.

"Guys, forget about us being the Mr. and Mrs. Marveilles. Call me Papa Marveilles and her Marileen instead."

"Papa Marveilles and Marileen?" Tim's eyes widened a bit.

"You know 'em?" Bixlow whispered to his friend at his side.

"Yea, didn't you hear about them? They are the creators of the acrobatic stunt group called "The Kingdom Roofters,"

"What?"Bixlow raised an eyebrow.

"Don't ask me what that means, I don't know either," Tim said.

"Why don't we just call them 'circus freaks' instead?" Feral sneaked near them.

"So, they're just lookin' out for monkeys to hop 'em ," Bixlow sighed, he had already been bored before nothing happened.

"They seem very caring," Tim said softly. He watched their interaction with the first group of children. It was understandable enough from the way they looked and behaved towards each of them. None less or more, they adored all of the children on the same level.

"Maybe," Feral's eyes locked on them as well.

"You're bein' ridiculous," Bixlow snarled a little bit.

-üöü-

They've been here for 4 freakin' hours?

Bixlow was sitting on his bed all alone. It was lunch time and everyone, including the Marveilles, was at the dining hall.

Why they couldn't have gone yet? Adopting their children in an hour like any other parent did? And, why were those idiots became so interested in those Marveilles?

Traitors.

"Bix, I brought you food," Feral sneaked inside to the dormitory with a plate on his left hand, and a glass of water on his right.

"Leave me alone," Bixlow commented quiet furiously.

"Now, now, guess who's angry," Feral sat near him and gave him the plate and the water.

"You know what I've been through to get these to you without anyone noticing, so eat them please,"

Bixlow turned his head away from the plate, declining. He asked quietly.

"You want them to adopt you?"

"Well, maybe-" Feral was about to speak, but when he saw Bixlow's gritted teeth, he got defensive.

"That's not in the way you think!" Feral tried to calm his friend.

"They really are nice people, and what they were telling about the outer lands and adventures are so…attractive. You should have listened all of their stories! He said they were going to adopt 4 children to train. So I thought maybe, together, we could try…"

"I haven't even met them yet!" Bixlow spat.

"You haven't?" Feral was astounded.

"Oi, I've been looking for you," both Bixlow and Feral jumped up from their places when they heard the unexpected visitor's voice.

There he was, chuckling at the two children he had just stunned. Papa Marveilles went near them and sat on the other side of Bixlow.

"You've got a really caring friend, you know?" referring Feral and his stealing-food-from-the-hall operation, and then he patted the jet black hair of him.

"You don't have to remind me that," Bixlow murmured.

"So, what's your name?"

"…Bixlow,"

"Such a unique name it is!" Papa Marveilles said enthusiastically.

"What's the meaning of it?"

"I dunno," Bixlow glanced at the man's brown eyes just a second before looking down back at his plate.

Bixlow was very annoyed, if he thought that Bixlow was going to soften as any other kid, he probably didn't meet someone like him before.

"Just leave it off. You're gettin' on my nerves," Bixlow didn't back off with his words, but he had a sudden instinct telling him to get out of this hell of a room.

"Bixlow, what-" Feral was worried when he saw his friend rush out of the door.

"I'm on it," Papa Marveilles stood at once and Feral lost his sign a second later.

-üöü-

Bixlow ran out of the building just to hear that annoying voice of the man from afar.

Was he really going to run after him?

"Can't we just sit and talk for a second?"

"Catch 'n dare me if you can!" Bixlow turned his face to the man, showing off his tongue sarcastically. Then, he turned his face back to the direction he was running towards. He laughed hysterically, knowing the gap between them was becoming wider and wider.

He stopped on a crowded street where people seemed like they were going to crash into and chew onto you. There was nothing above of him except a set of flags that were waving on a chord. He knew the area like the inside of his palm. There was no way that bastard could find him here.

"What the hell was wrong with this fella?" Bixlow looked around to see no sigh of him.

He tried to keep on walking, but a dumbass just had to stop in front of him and he slammed in his back.

"Hey, move it!"

The man probably didn't hear him, or he just didn't bother to mind him. Bixlow finally realized when he saw other people also stood still. All of them were looking above their heads in amazement.

Bixlow couldn't help but look at where the others' concentration gathered.

"Yo!"

"Woah!"

Shit.

There he was, hanging upside down from the chord without having a problem about it. His grin became much wider as he looked at Bixlow. He was grinning idiotically, to no one, but at HIM!

"Ladies, gentlemen. May I?"

The crowd under him emptied the area under his head. He flipped in the midair and landed safely on his feet, and then he headed to where Bixlow was standing dumbstruck.

"How'd you do that?"

"Come with us and I'll teach you how," Papa Marveilles smiled.

"I think you've accepted his offer, that explains all of those incredible stunts you are capable of doing." Lisanna commented.

"You got that right,"

Papa and Bixlow walked back side by side. Bixlow was looking down at his feet as he walked quietly. Unbeknownst to him, he was being eye locked by the man at his side.

"What do think about the future?" he finally asked.

"… Nothing," Bixlow said.

"How can think 'bout the future when I don't even know about it?"

"We are already inside the future, even when we are talking. In our every motive,"

"…"

"I know you got used to live here in your way but, is it the path that you want to walk through tomorrow? The same path that you've been walking for how long, who knows, only with two of your friends? You can be a part of something bigger, if you want to. There is no guarantee that your friends will also stick up at the same path as you do. There is a bigger world outside here. Just break your chains and meet more people, and travel a lot of places! If our world tour dreams become true, then we can try out spicy food at Desierto, we can go to the sunny Fiore and-"

"I'll think about it," Bixlow said simply.

"...And we are not circus freaks," Papa added.

"Huh?"

"You and Feral were gossiping about us back then, we're not a circus. Call us stunt freaks instead."

"Whatever you say…"

"Oh and, just to inform you, we actually play by script that Marileen writes, the same way as theaters!"

"…Fine,"

"Oh, and…"

.

.

.

Freak.

That guy, Jacques Marveilles, was a freak. A freak that was offering the world in a plate to a kid that has never seen anything about it except the fairs. Now Bixlow had the chance to change his future into a whole new one.

-üöü-

"Don't fo-forget to- to- write me-" Tim burst into tears as Feral collected his items to a bag.

"We'll visit you every week, and we'll go to the fairs as usual. Don't cry now," Feral patted Tim's shoulder.

Bixlow listened to them as he filled his own bag in silence.

They weren't going to be far away from each other, but still… Bixlow couldn't stop feeling like they were abandoning Tim.

He was the real traitor now.

In the morning, he was talking about spending the rest of his life at the orphanage, but at the end of the day, on this very night, he was preparing to leave out.

Well, he was just an 11 years old with unstable dreams.

"You better get thinner," Bixlow looked at Tim quiet determinedly.

"Bi-Bixlow," Tim burst in tears and glomped Bixlow. They landed onto the bed.

That was the first time Bixlow thought he was going to die.

"You heard me, get thin without losing time and we'll convince the Marveilles to adopt you, got it?" Bixlow patted his friend's back as he struggled to breath in more.

Tim nodded. His tear drops dripped through under his big cheeks and landed on Bixlow's fore head.

"Now, get off of me!"

Yea, lots of OCs here and some other is waiting for you at next page lol.

Damn, I wanna draw cute, lil Bixies that mess around :D