"Soldiers, when committed to a task, can't compromise. It's unrelenting devotion to the standards of duty and courage, absolute loyalty to others, not letting the task go until it's been done."
- John Keegan
0-0-0-0Walking to the park nearby a week after summer holidays started, Harry wondered into the nature reserve behind the old playground, coming out on the other side in the next street over outside the wards. He'd just given them the last dose of the beauty potion and knew they were likely to die within the next two weeks max. While he'd originally wanted them to die while he was at Hogwarts he'd realized if they did Dumbles would be much harder to ditch to make his appointments.
Activating the portkey, when he landed, Harry was of the full opinion that he didn't like portkeys.
Wobbling to Griptide's office, the Goblins he passed along the way gave him many amused looks -for a Goblin- before he was finally able to enter.
"Harry Potter!"
Looking up, Harry saw what he would guess to be his OWL examiners standing before him gaping. Harry bowed.
"I wish to take the required subjects as well as Ancient Runes and Arithmancy." He knew Griptide had probably already told them this, but it didn't hurt with how surprised they looked.
Returning his bow after a moment, they led him to an examination desk before giving him the rules and his first exam paper.
Finishing his OWL exams first, Harry had a four hour break to freshen up and eat before his NEWT proctors would arrive. He was currently eating an early dinner while he watched Griptide do paperwork across from him.
This was something that he enjoyed too, regular meals. He didn't have to pace himself because he'd been starved over the summer or horde food anymore. He didn't have to watch out for who came into the room and he didn't have to worry about having his meals snatched from him on a whim or for the muggles sick amusement.
He had even had to guard his food at Hogwarts, to prevent the twin's tampering. Though now that he thought about it, his paranoia had probably prevented other -more malicious- forms of tempering as well. He really hoped his great escape tomorrow went well.
"What do you think?"
Griptide grunted as he rose from his seat, "With your obsession with passing, you'll pass." Grabbing two potions he'd prepared earlier, Griptide handed them to a curious Harry.
"What are they?"
"Goblin version of energy and magic restoration potions" grumbled Griptide distractedly as he eyed some parchment. "Best to take them on a full stomach."
Taking the potions, Harry noticed that while he now felt as good as new rather than over half dead, he was now famished.
"Dobby"
"What Dobby be doings for Mr Harry-Potter-Sir?"
"Can you please get me a large bowl of thai-style vegetable fried rice and a bowl of stir fried vegetables in a garlic and black pepper sauce? Oh! And garlic bread with extra garlic" Dobby nodded before popping away.
Griptide eyed the spot where the elf had just been.
"You use that elf a lot. Are you bonded?"
"Bonded?" he'd read references to elf bonding in his lord history texts, but he hadn't been able to find much more than a reference.
Harry shook his head in the negative.
Griptide frowned; for the elf to be able to hear the Potter-Black heir when called, the elf must have set up a partial bond. Griptide waited for the elf to return and hand over the food before he spoke.
"Elf."
Dobby turned to look at the scary-nice Goblin.
"Would you be willing to bond with Heir Potter?"
Harry looked at Griptide in shock even as Dobby's eyes widened in shock, "But I don't know how"
"Dobby knows!" stealing one of Griptides documents, much to the Goblins disgruntlement, Dobby scribbled a short paragraph before grabbing Harrys hands in his own.
"I Dobby free-elf, wish to bond with Mage Hadrian James-Sirius Potter-Black as his house elf until he either release Dobby or Dobby dies. So mote it be!"
Harry read out what Dobby had written, while infusing magic into his voice as he did so like when he was making runic wards, "I Hadrian James-Sirius Potter-Black, accept the free house elf Dobby as my bound elf until such a time as I either release Dobby or Dobby dies. So mote it be."
When Harry had finished speaking, a gold and green glow surrounded them. Confusing Harry. From what he remembered, green and gold were considered healing colours in the language of magic rather than bonding colours.
"Are you injured Dobby?"
Dobby giggled, "Without a masters core acting as a stabilizer for Dobby's core, Dobby's core was unnnbaalanceded!"
Harry looked to Griptide in confusion; Dobby was acting drunk!
Griptide sighed, "It means his core was leaking from a tear. The master-servant bond plugs the curse hole; without the bond, the elf would have died within a few years at most." Pulling a potion from his draw, Griptide handed it to the distraught human "a sip to the elf."
Keeping an eye out to make sure it really was just a sip of the calming drought, Griptide was secretly pleased with this outcome. The boy would be able to move around more easily with this without being tracked by the humans.
Hearing a knock on the door, Griptide checked the wards. Seeing a group of wizards outside his door, Griptide pulverized the Potter Heirs uneaten food before transferring it into the boy's stomach, causing the boy to wince at the over full feeling.
"Wha-"
"The NEWT examiners are here." Opening the door, Griptide allowed the wizards entrance. Starting the examination process all over again.
The NEWT exams took a full 24hrs, while the OWLs had taken 16.
Harry had only been able to stay awake and complete the exam from taking Goblin Pepper-Up potions and magical restoration draughts after each exam.
They organized for both results to be sent to the Goblins, rather than Harry himself to prevent Dumbledore from tracking him.
Griptide slid two ornate boxes towards the soon to be former Heir Potter-Black.
Leaving Dobby on the sofa, whom was still out cold even after all the time it had taken for the exams, an exhausted Harry put on the Lord Rings for both the Potter and Black houses, Harry sighed as the family magic calmly washed over him. It had taken three days straight of examinations, but with this Dumbledore will lose his position in the Wizardmont without his two seats negating his status as a half-blood.
"Are my dual citizenship papers ready?"
Griptide nodded, "We also got you a citizenship with Australia, which is the one you'll be using to travel to Japan."
Harry blinked confusedly at that, "Why?" and how. With all the illegal immigrants from the boats eating at their immigration quota, he knew Australia wasn't too keen on accepting new citizens right now.
"If you're in trouble, your best chance is as an Australian citizen." Griptide shrugged, "Magical or Muggle they'll help you out."
Accepting the new paperwork, Harry shrugged as he put the documents in his business trunk before accepting the portkey, which was his new Japanese-Australian passport. It'd take him to the airport where he'd then make his way to Japan if everything went as planned. They had considered taking a portkey the whole way, but that idea was quickly shot down with the fact that the international portkey would have had to be procured and registered with the Ministry for Harry to get through border control on the other end.
"Hermes"
Arriving at the airport, Harry quickly followed Griptide's instructions through security and customs before boarding the plane with just minutes to spare before takeoff. The process had been made easier with the muggles thinking his luggage was a pendent, which was no doubt Griptides point, though he'd had to sell the whole I'll buy what I need once if get there line to the custom officials.
Looking out the window at the sprawling city below him from the semi-private plane, Hadrian fingered the expansive paper used for his acceptance letter to his new school -the prestigious Ouran Academy- nervously as the plane began to make its decent into Tokyo Airport after the long flight.
After finding out about the manipulations that Dumbledore had planned for him -past and future- from a disillusioned Sirius and the Goblins, he had known he had to get away and out of the old man's realm of influence quicker than he had originally planned. It took him two years to reach this point, and he knew it would take more to accomplish the rest to full independence.
After a bit of pushing (demanding) on the Goblins part he had learned Japanese and was now on his way to Japan, to attend the same school as his fiancés while he waited for the Goblins to get Sirius officially cleared.
Thinking back he wondered if anything when he had first entered the Wizarding world had been real to begin with, considering everything he knew now and what he had suspected at the time. Though thinking back he should have known even before entering Hogwarts, if not for Dumbledore's mental bindings anyway.
'Hopefully I will be able to run all the companies my father and godfather left me and not run them into the ground.' with that final thought High Lord Hadrian Potter-Black stepped permanently into his new role as the owner and head of the Potter-Black and Lily corporations.
He wondered what it was going to be like.
After the long plane ride -private or not- his legs felt like jelly and he was a bit dizzy. As he signed the paperwork on this end that basically was just to say he'd arrived safely and wasn't planning to bomb the place, Harry decided to go straight to the school and organize that before anything else, as he knew the quicker he integrated into the culture the better for staying hidden. Finding the squib driver the Goblin's had organized to have waiting for him, Harry decided the drive was…strange. He saw clearly magical shops openly selling on muggle streets; the magical areas that were hidden where…pure magic. But it wasn't flashy like the magic found back in Britain.
"How don't the muggles notice?" inquired Harry, the driver peaked back at him. He was glad he had slept on the plane, otherwise he would hve been dead to the world by now.
"Because of the control Japanese magicals possess over the country, and because of how we use our magic."
Harry nodded,but there was another problem he now faced.
The magical education in Britain was so subpar compared to the rest of the world, that now that he was in a new country he'd need to relearn more in order to pass this countries standards. Thanks to his extra study he had the theory he needed down, but he needed to learn the practical side to be able to actually pass the exams.
Arriving in front of the school after the long drive Harry stared transfixed at the tall pink clock tower that reminded him of pictures of the famous Big Ben in London.
It was easy to guess which one Harry preferred.
"Pink?" he mutter looking around at the other pastel pink buildings as he shrugged off his indecision about entering the weird looking building and began to head inside.
The students he saw of Ouran Academy rushed around in the background between the buildings in the typical flowing manner reminiscent of the Disney movie he had watched on the plane. He was surprised to see so many students when he knew classes had already ended for the day.
Walking the halls, Harry sighed. He needed to kill some time until his 18th birthday before he'd maybe return to Britain: so that if the Ministry did try to cause him trouble he'd be classed as a full adult. He'd spend the time until then gaining his Mastery in Runic Magic.
By Griptide enrolling him in a rich kid school, it would mean he had protection from undesirables such as reporters, and his privacy was protected from anyone who would try snooping around. The muggle world wasn't where most magicals would think to look for him, muggle Japan even less so as they didn't speak English as the main language.
Plus no money grubbers
He had been sceptical about attending a formal school instead of studying by distance like he was his magic, but it did offer him more protection and an excuse if he ever needed it while teaching him business skills.
'I know I told the Goblins I wanted to go to a school far from Hogwarts and the British magical community but this is a little extreme' as he walked down the wide hallways, the school was too far out of his comfort zone with its flashiness, but he still stopped every now and then to look at a piece of classical art as was expected of a visitor. Some of them really were beautiful, while others were weird even for him. He knew he could use them to navigate from later like he had used the portraits at Hogwarts to navigate from. Following the map the receptionist had sent him in the school brochure, Harry slowly made his way to the headmaster's office.
He soon found the room and was knocking on the door he needed; entering the room with the plaque reading Suoh Yuzuru once he heard the man inside tell him to enter.
"Hello Mr Suoh. I'm Hadrian Potter-Black, the new British transfer student." He had decided speaking English first would help with the ignorant muggle foreigner act. He heard the Japanese didn't have the best global reputation in regards to hospitality to foreigners in general -quite a nasty one in fact- so this should keep them from talking to him too much while he would still know what they were saying. Handing over his transfer papers which included a summary of his previous muggle schooling, Harry waited.
"Greetings Lord Potter-Black. Did you receive your enrollment package?"inquired Mr Suoh as he glanced quickly through the paperwork.
"Yes, thank you sir. Why did you wish to see me?" he really needed to find a bed.
"As the chairman of Ouran Academy, it is one of my responsibilities to welcome new and transferring students like yourself to our fine institution. As you already know, Ouran Academy is a privately run institution for those of prestigious or influential backgrounds. And…Oh ah yes! Your living arrangements; There wasn't any properties listed in Japan?"
Harry's lips twitched. Ah, and he was doing so well…
"I'm currently staying in a hotel until I can find a suitable place to live." At least he would be if he couldn't find anywhere today. The man's aura reminded him of Malfoy Sr a bit, but a nicer version. "Would you know of any reasonably priced apartments?" the moment the question left his lips, he realized he should have known better when he was promptly told of every single apartment that was of a ridiculously high price in the surrounding area.
Rich people.
"It was a pleasure meeting you Lord Potter-Black, I hope you enjoy your time here at Ouran Academy."
"Thank you Sir"
Leaving -escaping- the room a good two hours later laden with a small mountain of papers and a huge headache, Harry took a deep breath and made plans to find a proper real-estate agent or something after he dropped these papers off with Griptide.
As he left he didn't notice the glinting light coming off of a pair of enthralling Azure eyes of a boy sitting in a shadowed window seat writing away in his Blood Red Journal.
Leaning back, he smiled as he watched Hadrian's retreating back disappear down the corridor. Glad to get his first real view of his future mate.
-0-Shadow walking to the Gringotts Bank, Harry was immediately led to Griptide's new office, where he handed over the paperwork the headmaster had handed him.
When Griptide passed over a credit card and a leather wallet with green feather embroidery in return. Harry was curious.
"Your pouch would stand out too much in the muggle world." Griptide elaborated as he started looking over the new pile of paperwork.
"What's the pin?"
"The vault number you're wishing to draw from." Murmured Griptide absently. He would need to contact the headmaster of the school to see if he could negotiate these prices.
Pocketing the items, Harry nodded.
Leaving the magical district and getting into a taxi, he asked her to direct him to a real-estate that catered to the middle-class close to Ouran Academy.
"So you're going to Ouran? You on a Scholarship or something?" the taxi women inquired 'casually' as she navigated the cramped Japanese streets. His instincts were warning him about her as the muscles on his lower back started to clench and his magic run to his fingers. He needed to tread carefully with his words or be held end up at the wrong end of a knife.
"Something like that. So what's the reputation at Ouran like?" inquired Harry, trying to steer the driver away from that particular topic; the Goblin's had warned him quite thoroughly and graphically -using pensive memories from both captives and captors- as to what may happen if he was ever captured by muggles; ether for his money or to take advantage of him in other ways.
This really didn't surprise him as it had been proven during his time living with muggles that greed and self-interest were very dominating human emotions. Emotions he planned to take advantage of when he fully entered the business world.
"Lots of rich people attend. They're known for being a bit on the crazy side though."
Leaning back, Harry sighed even as he kept an eye on the driver and car locks, "My dad dragged me here from England to take an entrance exam. We're not poor but not what you'd call rich either. He wants me to look for a place to rent while he's job hunting today."
The driver nodded, "Ya must have got in on a scholarship then. What'd you rank in the exam?"
"I came first." She was now nodding her head as if that explained everything; which it did as only those who could maintain a first place ranking could get in on a scholarship to Ouran and they needed to keep it. In reality he'd come 5th.
Pulling over in what appeared to be a business district he paid her before picking the most sensible looking real-estate agency to try first. Upon entering he was soon approached by the receptionist.
"Hello, I was wondering if you have any apartments for sale or rent?" he'd buy a house later once he had settled in and gotten to know the area like a local. He didn't want to buy somewhere only to find out there was a drug lab going on next door or that it was set for development.
"Right this way Potter-Black-sama" how did she? Oh. He was still wearing his visitor badge from Ouran. He'd need to take that off pronto before he got robbed, though it was probably the only reason the receptionist was serving him in the first place regardless of his age.
Following the receptionist, he was lead to one of the male relaters who was busy typing away at his computer. He looked up when he noticed their approach.
"Potter-Black-sama, this is Fuji Kewa"
Fuji Kewa stood from behind his desk, "What exactly are you looking for Potter-Black-sama?" Kewa inquired easily. Right to business...Harry liked this one.
"I'm looking for an apartment to rent until I find a house I like or land to build on."
"What are your requirements for this apartment and your future house? I can contact you if we find something that suits your requirements."
Harry shrugged, "livable would be nice, but really I just need somewhere to stay for a few months while I look for something more permanent."
Typing away on his computer, Fuji found a few apartments that met the client's requirements, though that wasn't hard seeing as the one's set weren't that hard to meet seeing as it was the most basic. Selecting the properties, Fuji set them into a slide show version before turning the screen.
Looking at the interior of each apartment, Harry settled on the most reasonably priced for what it was offering. Telling Fuji what one he wanted, Harry waited as he called and negotiated with the landlady. The prices were much more realistic than Headmaster Suou's shoddy -though well meaning- ideas.
The apartment they'd found that suited his requirements was in a two story apartment complex that looked a bit run down but he liked it all the same. Especially the lovely new kitchen in his apartment; apparently the previous tenants had finally saved enough money to buy their own home and so no longer needed it, but from the Landlady he had heard her and the previous tenets had to put in to fix it as the tenants had trashed the kitchen in their failed attempts to cook. Even luckier the apartment was the biggest in the complex and the landlady said she didn't care about pets! He could keep Hedwig openly now without having to always keep a 'Notice-Me-Not' charm on her all the time.
After settling Hedwig and alerting the moving men of his new location, he decided to follow the directions the Landlady had given him earlier to find the local supermarket. But not before he had laid a hasty 'Non-Theft' ward that he would be making permanent later, and a ward to ensure the movers actually delivered all his stuff undamaged.
Leaving shortly after the wards had settled, he soon found his way to the market and was exploring the isles; accumulating all the ingredients to make baked goods like cake, breakfasts and other necessary items like pasta, cheese and vegetables. After his years with the Dursley's he'd found eating a mostly vegetable based diet kept him healthier then the Dursley's almost fully carnivore diet would. The wizardry products and items like pumpkin juice would need to be bought from the local magical district, as well as the more western foods.
Shadow gliding to the nearest district he could feel he couldn't help thinking that it was just like the Goblins had said; Japan was a balanced country about magic. The Japanese magical districts had a lot of creatures in it like High Vampires and Demons that simply wouldn't even bother setting foot in Britain for the discrimination, Dark and Light Arts books were even sitting beside each other in plain sight!
Going in and out of magical shops he ordered a large array of muggle and magical clothing, both traditional and modern, as well as books.
It was quite the experience to walk into a book shop looking for books on wards and other useful things to find…pleasure toys lining the back wall. He ended up spending two hours staring at some of them wondering how they worked; until a nice overly helpful High Vampire took pity on him and explained some of the…equipment…to him.
In great detail.
Needless to say he had left the store blushing heavily as the sweet Demon had been VERY graphic, but he still bought the three books the demon suggested on 'intimacy' magic all the same.
While out shopping he also picked up some school supplies of the muggle and wizard variety, as well as a book on how he could charm his muggle stationary and another on running a business. It was going to be a long day next Monday if today was any guess, he just knew it.
Just how right he was.
-OHSHC-Waking early Monday morning, Harry fed Hedwig before making breakfast for himself.
He had spent a large portion of the weekend learning and reading the basics on how to use the computer.
He was VERY lucky he remembered to pop into an electronics store last minute on Friday to grab a phone and Laptop. When he finally got the hang of them, he had to wonder why he hadn't gotten them sooner. But then he remembered:
Muggles.
Running through the halls of Ouran he had to skid to a halt when he finally found the right door.
Not bothering to knock when he was walking onto his class during the middle of second period, having caught the Wrong Bloody Train!...or missed his stop. Both were a possibility by this point. He should have just shadow stalked and been done with it.
"Sorry I'm late Ms Koomen!"
"Don't let it happen again Mr Potter-Black." Turning to the class she introduced her new wayward student. The headmaster had mentioned the boy probably didn't speak very much Japanese if at all. "Class, this is Potter-Black Hadrian, a transfer student from Britain who will be joining us starting today." By the look on her face it was obvious to Harry she was used to indulging late students, though she obviously didn't approve of it. Quickly taking the seat she indicted, located at the very back of the class next to a window thankfully, Harry started sneaking peaks at the other students. He was surprised to see a girl he noted having been at the supermarket yesterday when he had needed more broccoli for his dish and at the train station this morning being poked and prodded by two twins on either side of her and wearing the boys uniform; as the teasing was friendly he wasn't worried. It even looked like the twins were just pulling her pigtails…it was cute in a mean sort of way.
"If CO2 and De-H2O are…" drowning out the teacher, as he didn't understand a word of chemistry on a good day let alone a bad one, Harry just started sketching the classroom and everyone in it. He planned to paint it later into portrait form to hang later as his first class in a new country. Discreetly gathering the small pieces of soul from the air and storing them in one of his special portraiture orbs, the class passed quickly while he sketched until it was time for lunch.
After popping his head into the cafeteria after his classmates had entered he found the place in a state of controlled chaos; after considering his options he decided to just go outside to eat his lunch, under a nice big tree, maybe even take a nap or draw something. He didn't like loud noises or too many people near him despite what the British wizards had thought.
Retreating to the confines of the courtyard, Harry relaxed under the shade of a small pepper tree.
-0-0- -0-0-Kyoya was multi-tasking as usual.
He was contemplating the latest Host Club sale results and keeping an ear out for anything useful or entertaining. While Huni-Sempai's sale products had been quite high until now they were starting to even out and even drop in some areas such as the Huni-Teddy's and photos…perhaps he should let slip an idea to Tamaki for a good Lolita event or leave a clue laying around? They could put the new photos onto a novelty tea set or something...
"So have you seen the new boy Haruhi-kun? He's so handsome, such a dark beauty!"
"You think so? I think he's more cute then handsome myself. Oh! I think he's about your height Haruhi-kun! Or maybe even shorter!"
Glancing over he spotted the girls who had spoken at Haruhi Fujioka's table. They were regulars for Haruhi and the previous clients of Tamaki's. Aspiring middle ranged trophy wives if his profile information was anything to go by; Average academically and physically.
"What new guy?" inquired Haruhi, she hadn't noticed any new guys around, though she hadn't been looking either. Trying to survive the chaos that was the Host Club was hard enough.
"Lord Hadrian Potter-Black-sama, You should know him, he is in your class. The one that's always drawing? Though he never lets anyone actually see what it is he's drawing…maybe he's drawing yaoi and is just too shy to have his work seen?"
Haruhi blinked "I hadn't noticed. Why such a long last name?"
"Well, all the girls were curious about that too, so eventually someone got up the courage to ask him, Jenny I think her name is. She said he said that it had to do with the conditions of his inheritance; since he's inheriting everything from old English Royal families he has to carry the name of the family he inherits as he would his birth name. Funniest thing is he moved his lunch spot right after she confronted him-"
"But what if you don't want to say such a long name? Wouldn't it be troublesome for him having such a name?"
"She asked that too, he said just to address him as Black if people found his name too much of a mouthful."
Sending off a quick Email to the investigators on his security team, he asked them to promptly find what they could on a 'Hadrian Potter-Black', as he believed the budget needed his attention more than a new transfer student and his people were good at what they do. An hour later he had somewhat of an answer. Opening the attachment he didn't know what to make of what his people had found.
Name; Hadrian James Potter-Black
Alias; Unknown
Age; 16
Sex; Male
Status; Royalty, Noble
Parents; Deceased
Nationality; British
Native Language; English
Other languages; Unknown
Schooling;
-Hogwarts Academy (Past)
-Ouran Academy (Present)
Company; Magi Sky (Started by Harold Potter)
Business;
-Valkyrie Air
(Valkyrie Air is a Company that specializes in designing and making modes of air transport and products such as toy helicopters and jets)
-Commonwealth Bank (owns 60%)
(Normal bank operating in the British Commonwealth)
Company; Basilisk Dreams (Started by Regel Black)
Business;
-Cobra Novellas
(A company specializing in the breeding of rare and exotic animals. They are the main supplier of zoos for new stock)
-Draconic Sun
(A novel and live action production company producing office supplies and stationary on the side)
Company; White Lily (Started by Hadrian Potter-Black)
Business;
-Rose Productions
(Rose Production is a rising Manga and Anime Company that is unique in that it shows the type of manga by the type of flower displayed on the spine. Hadrian Potter-Black is a contributing artist, field Unknown. Company home-base Japan, secondary-base Denmark.)
-Nekovara
(Nekovara is a building Company specializing in building unique practical eco homes)
-Sir Anubis's Orphanage
(-Sir Anubis's Orphanage are orphanages on large self-sustainable properties where the occupants help grow their own food, this means the children and care givers have enough to eat and the children gain a free agricultural education. Because they grow their own food there is also more money for clothes and toys.)
-Aurora Art
(Aurora Art is a Company helping select young artist like university students sell their art with a small 5% going to the company and another 5% going to charity from the sale)
-Asclepius Medical
(Asclepius Medical is a research Company and hospital that is dedicated to researching ailments and diseases of the mind and body, while also developing better research and treatment methods.)
Looking over the small summary of information Kyoya was both impressed and annoyed; there was plenty of information on the boys businesses, which were curious, but extremely little when it came to the boy himself, not even a photo. 'Maybe he should let the fact there's a new kid slip to Tamaki? He'd defiantly go for it if he also let slip he was in his precious daughter's class…no I'll gather more information first. One wrong slip with a royal could land him in more trouble than he was currently capable of slipping free of.'
That decided Kyoya went to sit at his own table; his customers would be arriving soon and he didn't want to disappoint.
-0-0-Making his way to his new spot Harry was kind of glad that creepy girl had scared him off his last one; otherwise he wouldn't have found this new better spot or made his first friend in this place.
Taking out his sketch book while he waited, he started drawing the finishing touches he needed to his sketch of the fountain and courtyard in front of him before he was interrupted by a new arrival.
"Harry"
Looking up, Harry spotted Ritsu making his way over; Ritsu Kasanoda was the heir to one of the most powerful yakuza groups in Kantō Japan, the Kasanoda-gumi. He didn't know too much about what they actually were but Ritsu had said they were like the oriental version of the Italian mafia. The only mafia flick he had seen was called 'The Family' so he didn't know if his idea was accurate or not.
"Hello Ritsu, how was class?"
"Fine, what about yours? The girls still being weird to you?"
"Yep, one even said hello and then ran off…" smelling something on the wind coming from Ritsu's direction, Harry tried to identify it "why do you smell burnt?" he asked confusedly before something clicked. "Did someone try something?" worriedly checking Ritsu over he failed to notice the soft smile being aimed at him from his friend. Ritsu found that even though Harry didn't feel comfortable interacting with others he was so caring and patient with him, always worrying about how much he ate, if he was happy…kind of like a little mother hen.
"I burnt my food in hospitality, I really can't cook to well" Harry calmed down at that. Remembering how much food he had burnt when he had first been forced to cook.
"Nonsense. You just need a better teacher, what were you cooking?"
"We were supposed to make a moist white devil cake with raspberry decorations" as soon as he had finished speaking Harry had promptly turned and started walking towards the cooking rooms. Taking his and Ritsu's bags with him to ensure Ritsu would follow.
"Come on Ritsu, we're going to bake a cake!" declared Ritsu's crazy friend.
Running to catch up with the fast little devil, Ritsu wondered if Harry even knew How to bake. He'd only ever seen Harry draw!
When they arrived in the high school cooking rooms, Ritsu soon discovered that Lord Hadrian Potter-Black was probably better at cooking then the Master Chef and pastry chef the school hired combined. The speed and fluidity in which he created masterpiece after masterpiece was amazing; he could even make more than one kind of cake at a time while still teaching him. Harry was an awesome teacher as well; to the point where it only took him two tries instead of fifty until he got the cake to the point where you could have sold it in a restaurant.
Harry's words, not his.
"You're really good at this" Ritsu commented as he watched Harry make what looked like rabbits and birds out of raspberry jelly before he needed to put them in the fridge to set.
"I've had plenty of practice" finishing the last birds wing on his final cake he knew he'd probably made too much. He didn't think they could eat all this; he must have made 18 cakes according to how much ingredients he remembered using. He should have been keeping count but had gotten carried away with making examples for Ritsu. How were they going to get these home, let alone eat it all?
"Excuse me?"
Looking to the doorway they found a group of girls standing there, they looked a bit on the terrified side to be honest though he didn't know why.
"Yes? How may we help you?" inquired Harry politely, him and Ritsu were packing their cakes to take home; even if they couldn't eat it all they could still give most of them away, Ritsu more so as he had a large family.
"Um…is it ok if we have that cake" inquired the bravest of the three girls, pointing to the only cake not yet packed which was one of Harry's three tier masterpieces; neither boy had any idea on how to pack the thing. The girls had probably smelled the heavenly sweet scent coming from the kitchens. Looking to the cake she was pointing at and then the pile of ones already packed he decided he wasn't going to eat it
"Did you want the cake Ritsu?"
"No thanks." replied Ritsu, looking at his own pile of cake compared to Harry's two boxes. Turning back to the girls he quickly answered them before they bolted as they looked about read to do.
"Sure, we have plenty already. Would you like us to wrap it for you?"
"Yes please?" came the timid response from one of the girls. Quickly packing the cake using a bit of magic; Harry decided he needed to learn the muggle way of packing the thing. Sending the girls on their way it wasn't long before Harry and Ritsu left each other at the Ouran gates for their respective homes.
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When the girls arrived for their appointment at the Host Club they were still in somewhat a bit of shock; when they had smelt the heavenly aroma they had expected to find one of the instructors in the kitchen baking but instead found the newly dubbed Fallen Angel of the school and the super scary Ritsu Kasanoda eating while they packed what appeared to be a small mountain of cakes. If it weren't for the fact that their Huni loved cake or the fact the Fallen Angel was there they wouldn't have even tried asking for it. Too scared of what Kasanoda would do to them if they had tried asking him.
Making their way over to the table they could tell Huni had smelled the cake. This brought a smile to their faces as Huni-chan's own lit up with hopeful childish glee. This was why they were his customers; he was like an adorable nephew they loved to spoil rotten.
Once Huni and Mori-Sempai actually saw the cake their eyes grew wide in shock, even Mori's, as the cake looked more like a piece of delicate art with pink and red vines growing from the rivers and lava flows of Strawberry and raspberry jam. The girls had just finished dividing the top two tiers among their little table, with Huni getting the bottom tier all to himself. Tasting the cake brought moans to the girls and Huni's lips before Huni promptly passed out.
The three girls thought they had killed him, apparently so did Mori.
Needless to say Kyoya needed to do a lot of damage control when the whole ordeal was finished.
0-0-0After the publicly known incident of 'Fainting Huni' or 'Crazy Mori' - depending on who you asked-, and known privately to Huni as 'Best Orgasm' and 'Heart Attack' to Takashi. Mitsukuni had become determined to find the creator of the confectionery masterpiece, who the twins had aptly dubbed 'Da Cake Man' when he had asked them.
Asking some of his own clients during his next few appointments he had discovered that his three regulars Jane, Doe and Mia were the ones to bring that sinful delicacy before him; he had forgotten who'd brought it after the first bite so it had taken him three whole days to discover their names.
It was like Heaven had landed on earth to play with the Devil along plains of cream; definitely a cake capable of great corruptions.
Walking to the administration offices he pondered on the type of person who could have made such a thing. Was it a pretty girl who was just shy of showing her talent? Was she one of the girl's friends? Was it a chef just refining their skills, or maybe even a cute boy? He really wanted to meet whoever it was and get them to make him like…like ten cakes a day! He loved that cake; even just the look on Takashi's face when he had magically "came back to life" a day later was awesome, the corresponding crushing hug was also totally worth it.
"Hello Dear, how may I help you?" inquired the lady behind the inquiry desk, drawing Mitsukuni from his musings as he realized he had arrived. Looking at the women he had to decide which mask was best to use right now and fast…maybe cute? She would be expecting cute so it would be a better mask then his serious one or his true face right now. Plus rumors fly fast at Ouran even when the board tries to cover up incidents so…
Adorable it was.
"Hello Miss, do you know where Miss Janet Smith, Doe Twist and Dove Samsung are right now?" giving her his best doe-eyed look; it only took 30 seconds before she cracked under the power of cuteness and gave him everything he wanted, just as planned. It turned out all three girls were in class 1B. If he remembered correctly that class was made up of the newly rich celebrity's kids and business people's children. B class students were nicknamed 'New Blood' because of this.
Making his way to his prey's classroom while swinging his beloved bunny, Mitsukuni failed to notice the absence of one particular person.
Noticing Mitsukuni's direction a call was made to a waiting recipient; setting a contingency plan into action.
Finally tracking down the girls who had presented him pure sin after a merry chase, Mitsukuni proceeded to question them all on where/who they had procured the cake from and how to find more. But sadly it was to no avail; they were so terrified by Takashi and Kyoya's earlier threats along with Mitsukuni's collapse that they remained quite silent on the matter. They had only confirmed they had found it in the high school cooking rooms before their appointment after an hour and a half of cuteness and pestering.
He was losing his touch.
This little bit of information led him to wondering the first and second year cooking rooms for over half an hour, until he was finally able to identify the room used to create such a delicacy in the 1A classrooms by the smells lingering in the air despite the room having been used recently.
He took note of the room and class numbers in order to ask Kyoya about it during club activities. There should be a recording from a security camera somewhere that could, if not tell him straight away; lead him in the right direction to Mr. Cake.
-0-While Huni was contemplating asking Kyoya for leads, Takashi already had the names of the possible creators of that bloody heart attack; Ritsu Kasanoda and Hadrian Potter-Black. He had just come from observing Kasanoda during a biology/history lesson, considering how much he blushed when the teacher was describing the intricacies and differences between historical eastern and western rope binding techniques and coupled with his appearance…Takashi decided he didn't need to worry about Kasanoda suddenly showing up in front of Mitsukuni with cake. Though he was amused the teacher was still trying to convert students to the 'glory' of his fetish.
Observing Potter-Black through the class door of the Arts Classroom he could see why all the girls tended to call him the Fallen Angel or Lucifer; hair so dark it let no light escape, yet feathered softly around his face while still appearing to harbor a tempest or some other untamed power within, eyes a deep fractured Emerald that would put a genuine emerald to shame with their intensity, and skin a smooth creamy white. It really was like looking at a Fallen Angel.
All that was missing was the wings, but he couldn't sense any concealing magic at his back
Looking around the room he spotted the twins harassing Haruhi again; running their pencils up and down her back while she was looking at the teacher; nothing new there. Taking a photo of Potter-Black discreetly he emailed the picture via his phone as ordered to Kyoya -as payment for Kyoya not giving Mitsukuni any leads to the cakes creators- as he would no doubt eventually ask. Leaving quickly as the bell rang he knew he needed to find Mitsukuni before he got into any more trouble, like raiding the cafeteria sweet stands again or jumping the sewing club members for more cute outfits.
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Leaving class Kyoya left Tamaki to find a quiet secluded area in order to view the message from Mori. Settling on a wall next to a window what he saw when he flipped his phone open caused his Demon Blood to come surging to the surface at what he saw. Hadrian Potter-Black was no doubt an unclaimed submissive, judging from his appearance and the lack of claim marks and age anyway. True submissive's being rare compared to the number of Dominates and Neutrals roaming around, but not impossible to find…just extremely difficult.
Could he have stumbled upon one so easily?
He would have to convince Hadrian to join the Host Club, he also needed to find out what type of creature Hadrian was, But where to start…probably with Tamaki's big head he decided after a quick planning session. He began making his way swiftly to the cafeteria where Tamaki was no doubt located after he had ditched the boy.
On his way he ordered a full muggle file be composed on Hadrian Potter-Black before he reached his destination, including a larger photo. He had no intentions of passing up the power having claimed a true submissive would bring him in the demon world. His father had disgraced his clan when the man had been born without any demonic abilities and no real talent; as far as he was aware only he and his sister had inherited the full bloodline. Arriving in a reasonable amount of time to the cafeteria, he quickly located Tamaki sitting with the twins among a gaggle of stupidly excited girls.
"Tamaki, might I have a word with you?"
"Sure Kyoya, what seems to be the problem?" replied Tamaki curious, head snapping up so fast that if Kyoya hadn't been used to it he would have been worried. Quickly excusing themselves from their valuable customers they made their way to one of the secluded classrooms located nearby.
"Tamaki, I have discovered a possible addition to our ranks; Hadrian Potter-Black" handing over his laptop folder, containing all relevant information on his prey. He had made sure the blown up photo was attached to the front page so Suoh would focus more on that then what little actual information he had.
"We could try him out on a trial basis Mother; he is quite the mysterious dark beauty…" Tamaki adopted his trademark kingly thinking pose and hmm'd and hawed like an over dramatic idiot. Only to spring forward suddenly towards Kyoya a second later, startling Kyoya slightly but not visibly; as that would have ruined his image.
Kyoya thought the mask Tamaki put on would be amusing if he wasn't always subjected to it.
"Bravo Mother! you have done very well looking out for our dear fellow classmates!" Tamaki exclaimed while patting Kyoya's shoulder in a proud fatherly manner, Sparkles in his eyes…creepy.
"Alright I will permit it, bring him in and we can assign a type then. Do you know if he has any friends that could help lure the poor dear to the light?"
"None that I am aware of Father," he knew Tamaki was only putting on the act for his grandmother, but he really wished Tamaki didn't drag him into it all the time "but as you may have observed the poor dear is in class 1A, perhaps getting the Twins and Haruhi to approach him first may make the transition easier for him."
As Kyoya watched Tamaki do a combination of spins, large lethal arm gestures, and congratulated himself on a brilliant plan, he couldn't help but let a small satisfied smirk cross his face. He knew if he happened to let the "King" of the Host Club see Potter-Black's file and maybe imply that many of the female population found him horribly shy, Tamaki would come up with his own plan to bring the boy out of hiding and into the 'warm' arms of the Host Club, rescuing him from 'horrible solitude and despair' if Tamaki's current rant was anything to go by.
As Kyoya was making and putting plans to capture the unclaimed Submissive into action, he was unaware another rival was soon to also discover Harry's unclaimed status in the very near future. He didn't have as big a head start as he currently thought.
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Edited: 31/12/15