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“You called me here?” the greasy haired professor asked as he came into the headmaster’s office.
Dumbledore looked up from his desk with the two letters that were sent to Japan. “Yes. The new first years from Japan need assistance getting their supplies as well as a translator for one of them.”
Snape raised a brow. “And why am I the one being called to do this?”
“I’m sure you'll find these first years quite interesting, I’ll assure you that much.”
The professor pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll be getting to it then…”
Then, Snape left the office, grumbling something about children. Dumbledore watched the other man exit and chuckled to himself lightly before scribbling something on an official looking document.
“Ah, Alexandra. Your son would do wonderful here…”
—
“Dazai,” a voice sounded from outside the boy’s room, making him look up from his book. “The boss has called you down to the lobby.”
“Yes Hirose-san!” He said before closing his book and hopping off the edge of his bed.
The boy opened his door and headed to the elevator, Hirose by his side, and down to the lobby. Basically the entrance of the Port Mafia.
Grandfather was talking with a… Well, how could he put this nicely? A greasy old man that looked like he had issues. He was definitely middle aged in European standards, maybe in his 40s, and dressed in all black. Quite fitting for a mafia environment if you asked Dazai.
Well anyways. Hirose walked away, leaving Dazai to go over to the mystery man and Grandfather.
“Yes, he’s already proficient in his English which would pose no problems in his education,” Grandfather told the other man before spotting the boy. “Ah, speaking of Dazai, here he is.”
Dazai put on a smile and waved at the man in black. The man nodded back.
“I’m Severus Snape, a professor at Hogwarts. I’m sure you’ve seen the letter that was sent,” the man said.
Dazai nodded. “So Mr Snape! What’s the occasion for coming?”
The man opened his mouth to which Dazai noticed that he seemed to have a permanent sneer on his face. “I’m to collect you for your school supplies, which are in London.”
“London! How wonderful!” The bandaged boy grinned. “You think we can make itty bitty stops on the way to see the, oh so famous, London Bridge? For research purposes of course!”
Of course that said research meant trying to jump down to see if his body would splat like concrete onto the water and die. Not that he needed to say that.
“If there’s nothing more for discussion, you’re welcome to take your leave,” Grandfather told the professor, who nodded in response.
Snape gestured for Dazai to follow and he did. Welp, at least he won’t have to hear Mori yap in face for a good while.
—
Dazai scrunched his face, half in disgust, though, not real disgust, and exaggeration. “What are we doing in Suribachi?”
“You aren’t the only Japanese student attending Hogwarts,” Snap replied, barely looking at him. Ah, whatever.
“Don’t you know Suribachi is full of street kids? Wow, this school must have horrible standards! So much for prestige,” Dazai grinned.
“Hogwarts believes in giving every child a chance,” the professor deadpanned. “Headmaster’s words, not mine.”
The bandaged boy shrugged. Whatever let, what Dazai assumed, an old man, sleep at night.
Then a blast of red and orange zoomed past the two of them, almost hitting Dazai.
“A child? Gee, the Port must be really lacking if they’ve gotten this low!” A voice of another kid sounded from the dust.
When it cleared—
“Ew, it’s a ginger,” Dazai scrunched up his nose.
Said ginger’s face twisted into a fit of small rage. “HAH? What did you just call me!?”
Snape cleared his throat before speaking in that English with the heavy British accent. “Do you happen to know a ‘Nakahara Chuuya’ around this area?”
The ginger blinked. “Uh…sorry, I don’t understand you.”
“Moron, he asked for a ‘Nakahara Chuuya,” Dazai sneered in Japanese.
“Well how was I supposed to know that!” The ginger rolled his eyes. “But that’s me.”
Dazai looked up at the professor. “The ginger says that he’s ’Nakahara Chuuya’.”
“Would you tell him I’m the escort for Hogwarts?” Snape sighed as if he didn’t want to be there.
Dazai shrugged. “The old man says he’s your escort for that Hogwarts magic school.”
“Oh,” Chuuya blinked. “Am I going to have to leave already?”
“No,” the bandaged boy rolled his eyes. “He’s taking us to get supplies for the school. The actual term starts in September. Of course you’d know that if you read the letter. Oh wait! You can’t!”
“Alright, listen here you prick–!” Chuuya began.
Snape groaned. “I don’t know what you boys are talking about but we’re due to leave soon. Settle down.”
“He told us to shut up,” Dazai stuck out his tongue.
The other boy raised a brow. “No the fuck he didn’t? He’s obviously much more sophisticated than that! I don’t know English but that much I could tell!”
“Whatever!” the bandaged boy whined. “It was basically what he said anyway!”
Then the professor cleared his throat and pulled out something from his pocket. “This is a portkey. It operates on magic and it will take us to London. It’ll transport us if you come into contact with it and it has a specific time that it would leave.”
“That magic infused thing is going to take us to London,” Dazai told Chuuya, pointing at the object in Snape’s hand. “I doubt that it’ll work if I touch it though so I’ll have to grit my teeth and hold onto you. How unfortunate.”
Chuuya raised a brow. “Hah? What do you mean it won’t work on you?”
“You’re an ability user right?” Dazai asked with a small, “sweet”, smile.
Chuuya nodded.
“Great! I knew it. But so am I. If my theory is correct, magic reacts to abilities. And my ability? It’s nullification!” Dazai explained. He was lucky that the school hadn’t sent someone who knew Japanese, otherwise he’d never say this out loud.
“Oh.”
“Is that all you know how to say?” Dazai teased.
Chuuya rolled his eyes. “Shut up. I still don’t like you.”
Then after a pause. “What even is your name??”
Dazai placed a finger on his chin, pretending to think. “Well, it’d be anticlimactic if I just told you now, wouldn’t it?”
“Whatever, bandaged freak.”
“Awww,” the brunette whined. “Chuuuuuuya’s so meann!”
But the ginger ignored him, placing his hand on the portkey while grabbing Dazai’s wrist aggressively.
“Ow!” Dazai yelped. “I hate pain, you know!”
“Too fucking bad.”
And then, the world began spinning. This must be what teleporting felt like then. Dazai hated it!
—
A pub. Lovely. A dark, probably outdated pub. It smelled thick of alcohol and– WHY IS CHUUYA STILL HOLDING HIS HAND.
“Let go of me,” Dazai complained.
Chuuya seemed to be dazed or dizzy from the teleporting because it took a while for him to reply. “Wha…? Oh. Right.”
And miraculously, his wrist was let free! Then he looked around properly. He spotted a sign by the entry way where it must have been London outside. There was a sign where some letters were peeling that read ‘Leaky Cauldron’. Ah. Well, the leaky part wasn’t wrong. This place felt like it was one gunshot away from crumbling to the ground!
There was a man with his head wrapped that seemed really timid, muttering something under his breath and shaking slightly at every little noise. Dazai narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong with that man. Dazai was no genius (lie) but he could tell that the man was holding himself up with a facade. Worse than Dazai’s if he does say so himself.
Then the man caught his gaze and he flinched. Probably more than necessary. If Dazai had to do it, he wouldn’t flinch THAT hard. The man with the bound head seemed to catch sight of Snape because he smiled, albeit nervously, and began approaching.
“Ah, P-professor Snape,” the man greeted through a stammer. “I-it’s sup-surprising to s-s-see you h-here…”
Snape’s eyes narrowed. “Professor Quirrell.”
“Oh Mr Snape!” Dazai perked up, putting an innocent look on his face. “Do you know this man?”
Chuuya gave him a look of judgement.
“A-ah. Y-you must b-be the st-students from J-Japan,” the Quirrell guy spoke up. “Your E-english is v-very g-g-good…”
There was a buzzing in the air around the back of the man’s turban. It was unsettling, even by Dazai’s standards. It was like having cold water being spiked into every pore of your skin and having it pricked away at the back of your neck. Certainly not an experience Dazai would recommend.
“This is Professor Quirrell. He teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts,” Snape informed. Ah. Useful information!
Quirrell nodded as if he was wary of the man, more so than what the facade had tried to convey. Interesting. So maybe Snape has suspicions on this man too.
“Oi,” Chuuya poked his shoulder. “What’s going on?”
“Ah, Chuuyaa!” Dazai grinned. “The turban man is our Professor for one of the subjects! Exciting isn’t it!”
The other boy nodded along slowly. “So then why are we in a…bar?”
Dazai tapped his chin in mock thought. “Good question!”
He looked back up at Snape. “Say, why are we in a pub?”
“Because, unfortunately, this is where we’d have to pass by in order to get to the place we need for your school supplies,” Snape replied as Quirrell backed off, still eyeing the man.
“Mind leading us away then?” the bandaged boy requested.
Snape grumbled something but complied, leading the two to the back of the pub and through a door that… Led to a brick wall. How fun. Maybe Dazai could smash his skull into it or something but that would be too painful of a death for his liking.
Dazai watched Snape pull out a wooden stick, which he assumed was a wand, and tap a combination onto specific bricks before the wall began unraveling and becoming an archway into an alley full of shops and people and displays and people and cafes and…people…
It was crowded.
Dazai caught a glimpse of Chuuya stuffing his hands further into his pockets. Maybe that ginger was nervous about the crowds.
Snape cleared his throat. “This is Diagon Alley, where your supplies are to be bought.”
Ah. That must be why there were so many children around here!
The professor led the two of them through the shops and took out a list. Their first stop would be a bank. Most likely for money to actually buy the supplies.
“Now, I understand one of you is a muggle born,” Snape began before Dazai decided this was the perfect time to cut him off.
“What’s a muggle?”
The man blinked. “A muggle would be a non magical bloodline and a muggleborn would have come from one of these bloodlines but born a wizard or witch.”
Interesting.
Chuuya soon asked for a translation that Dazai briefly gave him before they almost lost each other, squishing through the crowd. That meant holding hands once more so the other one didn’t end up lost! The bandaged boy noticed that Chuuya’s body language seemed to relax by the microcentimeter each time they came into contact but he wasn’t going to push it. Not now anyway. That was a question for future Dazai!
When they arrived at the bank, which was tall, wobbly (probably intentional architecture) and white with a marble–like material for the pillars, Chuuya paused and looked at it like it was the most expensive looking thing he had ever laid his eyes upon. Which, knowing he grew up in Suribachi, probably was! They entered swiftly and Dazai noticed the ones sorting the documents at their desks weren’t human. They were small, yes even smaller than Chuuya, and their noses were long. Their ears were stretched and pointed and their faces and hands were wrinkly and old looking. They probably were old.
“Snapeeee,” Dazai whined, though not loud enough for an echo or for the others to hear. “What are they?”
“Goblins,” Snape replied curtly. “Intelligent and efficient creatures.”
Dazai nodded, satisfied with the answer. What an interesting world. If these goblins were connected to magic, and if his theory that his ability works on magic, would they die with his touch? Would he just take the magic from them? So many possibilities with magical creatures!
They ended up at the back where Snape looked at the goblin at the desk and pulled out a key.
“Withdrawal from Alexan….Bro…-ild…-warts.”
…
"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱!"
He wasn’t at home.
"𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳!"
She’s not here.
"𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘫𝘪, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵."
Don’t think.
Don’t remember.
Nothing happened.
"𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘌𝘗𝘠 𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘓𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘋! 𝘐'𝘓𝘓 𝘒𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘠𝘖𝘜, 𝙄'𝙇𝙇 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙔𝙊𝙐, 𝙄'𝙇𝙇 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙔𝙊𝙐, 𝙄'𝙇𝙇–"
Chuuya gripped his wrist harder, snapping Dazai back to see a second goblin in front of him. Oh. Right. Yes. Hogwarts.
“I’m Griphook,” The second goblin introduced himself as. “Follow me.”
Dazai nodded. These are…unique…names from the goblins…
The goblin, Griphook, led them over to a cart and they got in. Dazai suddenly got an ominous feeling. Like something was about to happen. But he didn’t get to think for long before the cart took off at a speed that made his stomach lurch.
He gripped the side of the cart. Geez, this was worse than rollercoasters…
He heard Chuuya mutter something and felt the energy of an ability being activated. Maybe he was keeping himself grounded? Snape was quiet throughout the ride and eventually they stopped in front of a big door.
“Key please,” Griphook said and took the key from the professor.
The door unlocked with a click and the goblin opened it. Inside were piles of gold coins. Even Dazai hadn’t seen this much gold in a single place before.
“Woah…” Chuuya breathed out.
Dazai grinned. “What? Is Chuuya nervous, seeing so much money?”
The ginger rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”
Snape took out a pouch and handed it to Dazai. It was empty. He assumed the professor was letting him take the money himself so he looked up at the man and flashed another grin before stepping into the vault and scooping up the coins into the pouch.
It wasn’t a long job, after all, they had just gone into the bank, taken money and exited the bank. But the cart rides were something Dazai personally hated. The rails felt unstable and the speed was a tad bit much. He wasn’t one for genuine complaining though, so he kept his mouth shut about it.
—
The store smelled thick of books. Not that Dazai was complaining. He preferred books. Snape had mentioned getting the supplies and it seemed that the bookstore was the first stop! Since Chuuya couldn’t read, it was only the professor and Dazai picking out the books and the ginger following them the entire way.
‘Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk’ and other books with ridiculous titles. Well, not really ridiculous. Most were just basic about what the contents were but the topics themselves would have been labeled ridiculous by the average ‘muggle’ as they were called.
Dazai was more interested in one book though… Ok so that was a lie. ‘Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling,’ ‘A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot,’ ‘Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger,’ as well as ‘One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore’. Very interesting topics. And even more interesting names. ‘Arsenius’ even sounds like ‘arsenic’, as in the poison. He’d read through them himself during the break before the start of term.
Speaking of, Chuuya would need to know a little bit of English before the term in September. Dazai should teach him. Maybe. If Grandfather would let him out of the building during those 2 months before leaving. But if he was going to do some teaching, he’d make the most out of it and get Chuuya as annoyed as an 11 year old, short, ginger boy could possibly get. Heh.
After gathering the books, two sets, one for each of the boys, they left and went to get a cauldron and other things needed for potions. Snape seemed weirdly informed on this topic so Dazai assumed he was the one that was teaching potions. It made sense! The greasy hair must have come from somewhere!
When they left that place, the items they got were two cauldrons, a scale, crystal phials (Chuuya was staring at them and Dazai had the money. They looked nicer than the glass ones anyway.), and a telescope for Astronomy. Perhaps Astronomy was a culture wide subject because that was certainly something that wouldn’t get odd stares if mentioned on the streets, he didn’t know, maybe New York?
Whilst on the topic of America, he hadn’t actually been looked at for speaking American English yet. His writing would probably get looks from professors but he was honestly just too lazy to change up his accent or his spelling. Could he? Hundred percent. Will he? Nah.
They put the items into a cart, which they really should have done after leaving the bookstore, as it was getting harder to hold by hand. They were now supposed to be getting their uniforms fitted so they did that while Snape stood outside.
When they were entering the tailor, a blonde, really blonde, boy pushed his way out followed by a sophisticated looking woman. Must be another Hogwarts student. Though the woman gave her some vibes. Like a mafioso. Were there even mafias in the wizarding world? Those aren’t technically culture restricted so the chances were there. He’d look more into this topic la–
“Getting fitted for Hogwarts?” A woman asked.
Dazai nodded. “Yup!”
He, and Chuuya, were then ushered while the woman took in their measurements. Huh. Did she have this much time to actually fit custom sizes? Maybe Chuuya wouldn’t be drowned in his uniform after all!
There was another boy next to him, also being fitted. He was scrawny, as if he hadn’t had a genuine meal in years, and his hair was messy, though was definitely attempted to be neatened up. Their eyes met and he spoke.
“Hogwarts?” The other boy asked.
Dazai nodded wordlessly.
“I’m Harry,” he introduced. Dazai caught a glimpse of a scar on his forehead.
The bandaged boy flashed a smile. “Well you can call me Dazai!”
Chuuya, who was on the other side of him, blinked. “So you introduce yourself to a stranger but not me!?”
“You don’t even understand English, what would you know if I was introducing myself!?” Dazai bit back.
“I can tell by your tone, you smartass!” Chuuya rolled his eyes. “So what, ‘Dazai’?”
“Maybe,’ the bandaged boy bashed his lashes. “What do you think?”
He could feel Harry staring with something similar to envy. Maybe he didn’t have friends and was assuming Chuuya and him were. Dazai turned back to face him.
“I hope you know that ginger isn’t my friend. We were horribly inconvenienced to be placed together!”
“Oh,” the boy blinked. “Sorry. I never really had anyone to talk to.”
Well, wasn't that relatable.
“I see. Well sorry about that,” he ‘compassionately’ replied. Then, Harry was taken to receive his fitted uniform and leave with some big burly man that was NOT related to him. Maybe it was an escort from Hogwarts like how they had Snape!
Soon, they exited the tailor without any further hiccups which meant all that was left was…A wand and maybe (if his puppy eyes were big enough or if it even worked on Snape) a cat.
Dazai threw the bag over and into the cart as they moved to the wand shop. ‘Ollivander’s’ or something. It was dusty around some areas and Dazai could feel a constant energy in the air that seemed to quiet down when he got closer. Like there was a barrier around himself that silenced it. It was probably No Longer Human. Now that he noticed it, it was happening the entire time but more noticeable now. The magic in here was more potent so maybe that was the reason.
“I see…New faces,” an old man with white hair and wrinkly ass– No, that was rude.
“Creepy…” Chuuya muttered under his breath.
Dazai grinned and looked at the old man, Ollivander himself, he assumed. “Chuuya will go first!”
“The boy beside you? Yes, yes, he has potential,” the man nodded to himself. “I’m Ollivander. Pleased to see young ones getting their first wand. What a wonderful experience indeed…”
Chuuya shot Dazai a look, to which he returned with a smug expression. Ollivander came forward and looked at Chuuya.
“Yes…Yes, a fiery personality. Impulsive…” Huh. Maybe this old man wasn’t bonkers. He’d need to nab a bit of those people–reading skills. “Could you hold out your dominant arm for me, boy?”
Chuuya blinked.
“Hold out the arm you usually punch people with,” Dazai said.
The ginger blinked again. “My dominant– I’m ambidextrous! The hell am I supposed to do?”
“He says he’s ambidextrous,” the bandaged boy translated.
Ollivander nodded and held up two fingers at Chuuya. “Hold out both of them.”
He seemed to get the gist of it because Chuuya did what was asked and a string of measuring tape moved by itself. Ollivander went back to the shelves, shuffling through the boxes.
“Adaptable…quite emotional too…” he pulled out a box and opened it, taking a wand out and handing it to Chuuya. “10 1⁄2 inches, Fir wood with a core of Dragon’s Heartstring. Quite flexible.”
Dazai debated if he even wanted to translate that for the ginger but eventually decided against it. Maybe later, if Chuuya asked.
Chuuya just held the wand in his hand and Ollivander looked at him expectantly.
“Well? Give it a wave, boy.”
Dazai poked Chuuya’s face, earning himself a glare. “Old man tells you to wave it.”
Chuuya moved his wrist hesitantly and the stool in front of them had a leg splinter into bits. What an interesting reaction.
“No…No, not right…” Ollivander took the wand back. Then he went looking for another one.
“Is it just me or is this guy acting a little crazy?” Chuuya furrowed his brows.
Dazai shrugged. “Trust the process.”
That earned him an eyeroll. “Easy for you to say, you can understand him. I don’t have a clue what nonsense this geezer’s spouting.”
He nodded. “Trust the process!”
“Oh whatever,” Chuuya grumbled, clearly giving up. Then Ollivander came back with a different wand.
“Try this… 9 ½ inch, Redwood with the core of a Phoenix feather. Adaptable and flexible.”
Chuuya nodded, despite probably not understanding jack of what was said, and took the wand. He waved it again and sparks came out of the tip, making some kind of pattern.
The old man nodded. “Interesting. Very interesting. You will do great things with them. Incredibly great.”
Is this guy some kind of prophet? Probably not. But from the short time Dazai had known this guy, his words, mostly crazy shit, seemed like something that would have to be trusted. Ah. It would be his turn now.
…
12 inch Birch wood, something about unicorns. 11 ½ inch oak…nope. After about 30 wands tried, Dazai grew a bit tired. During the first couple tries, he felt the wands as if they didn’t want to touch him. Like if they could, they would run away from him.
“Intersting…very strange but interesting nonetheless…” Olliavander muttered.
Dazai blinked innocently.
The old man nodded at him again. “The wands don’t seem to like you. No, no, not at all… This has not happened before. Nothing like this…”
“Perhaps the core is where the problem lies?” he suggested. Stuff like unicorn tail, phoenix feather or dragon whatever was not going to cooperate with No Longer Human.
“Yes…Yes…But it’s going to need something personal. Something tied to you…” Ollivander tapped his chin.
“Great. Does blood suffice?” Dazai grinned.
The old man nodded. “Yes…Yes, that would do. Blood would work similarly alongside Dragon Heartstring…”
He then gestured to take Dazai’s hand while waving his wand, a small glass vial flying towards the two as well as a needle. He gave his hand and felt his finger getting pricked. It was only a few droplets but it seemed to have been enough because he was let go fairly quickly.
“The hell was that about?” Chuuya asked.
Dazai tapped his chin in mock thought. “Well you know how I mentioned my nullification ability? Yeah so it’s stopping me from getting a wand normally!”
“So you’re getting a special wand?”
“Uh huh! Wow, you’re getting smarter!” Dazai teased.
Chuuya rolled his eyes. “I’ve always been a little smart, you’re just eerily observant and it makes everyone look stupid.”
“Oh Chuuyaaa! You wound me!” he whined. “Hey, you know, how about we make a bet?”
“A bet?” the ginger raised a brow.
Dazai nodded. “Yup! When we go back to Yokohama, I’ll try to find you and teach you English! If you’re fluent before the start of the term, I win the bet! If not, you can take the win. The loser has to listen and obey whatever the winner wishes, a dog and its master! Isn’t that fun?”
Chuuya bit his lip in consideration. It was two months. There was no way…
“Deal.”
Dazai’s grin widened.
—
After about a few more minutes of some consent forms (signed by Snape), they left Ollivander’s…
“Snaaaaapeee!” Dazai whined.
The man pinched the bridge of his nose, as if suffering. “What is it now?”
“The letter’s list of items said that students are allowed an owl, a cat or a toad. It’s part of the list! So could we please go take a look and get a kitty?” He blinked and batted his lashes.
“It wouldn’t be fair if only one of you got one,” Snape grumbled.
The bandaged boy smiled. “Well, good to note that I have plenty of money left over and enough to pay for two little critters!”
He turned to Chuuya. “Chuuuuuuya!”
“Eh?” He looked over at Dazai.
“Would you prefer an owl or a cat?”
Chuuya scrunched his brows. “Which one would be more useful?”
“Technically speaking, it would be the owl since it can send letters but–”
“I want the owl,” the ginger cut him off.
Dazai gasped. “CHUUUYAAAA! How could you! Such a rude little dog–”
“WE DIDN’T EVEN FINISH THE BET YET, WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME A DOG ALREADY??”
Dazai just laughed as they went over to the pet shop. The moment they walked in, he went straight to the kitty section, poking at the furry little creatures. One of them clung to his pants and he picked it up. It clawed the air in front of his face.
“Hi,” he smiled at it. It mewed back.
The bandaged boy looked down. Huh. So this was the only kitten that had actually tried to approach him and not the other way around. He looked back at it– her. Her fur was fuzzy and dark, with a white spot over her right eye and the entirety of her tail. She had specs of white splattered on her paws too.
“I’m taking you,” he said to her. She didn’t seem to fight back.
He then went to find where Chuuya went. And his answer to whatever chaos was happening was that owls didn’t really like Chuuya that much. Except for the one that looks like it gives no fucks about what was happening.
Dazai put on a smug grin. “Wow Chuuya. You work SOOOOO well with birds!”
“Shut up, Dazai!”
He chuckled. “But maybe you should check over that one in the corner.”
Chuuya blinked and whirled around and saw it. The owl hooted and its wings shot up like it was saying ‘ME!?’.
After some talk with the staff, they were able to get the owl into a handheld cage. It was small (like Chuuya!) and fluffy around the neck with a tiny beak. Actually, this one was extremely fluffy. The feathers were all puffed up, making it look fatter than it probably was.
They had to actually end up eating (Dazai wasn’t hungry though) to which Snape took them to a diner. Chuuya finished up his food fairly quickly while Dazai picked at his plate. He had spent the time thinking of a name for the kitten on his shoulder.
“Dazai, your kitten is staring a void at me,” Chuuya muttered.
He nodded. “Her name is Hono. I named her. Just now.”
The ginger scrunched his nose. “What are you doing, naming a cat ‘burial fields’?”
“I’d like to see what you name your owl,” Dazai responded without missing a beat.
“His name is Chiko, thank you very much.”
The bandaged boy grinned. “Hey, since your names both start with ‘ch’ I should give you a nickname! Chuuya can now be Chibi! Just his small, little, chibi, owl!”
“I’m 11 years old!” Chuuya rolled his eyes. “I’m still growing, you know!”
“Well then I’m also still growing! I bet I’ll be taller than you for the rest of your life!”
He rolled his eyes again.
“Neee, Chibi,” Dazai poked him. “If you keep rolling your eyes, they’ll end up stuck to the back of your head!”
“Oh shut up!” Chuuya grumbled. “That’s a lie and you know it!”
Hono mewed and stepped off his shoulder as Dazai replied. “Is it really though?”