I was playing around with ideas for a story centered around a second generation and came up with this.

I...don't know how far this will go, but... lol.

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It was his first day at the academy, and Tsuchiura Kyo was already seeing things.

He really should have expected this, he supposed, pressing a hand against the wall for support and trying to shake away his dizziness--insanity did run in the family, after all, look at all his jade-headed relatives!--he should have at least prepared himself for something like this...though he did admit, shaking his head bitterly, that it was downright embarrassing that his muse was in the form of a very small, very blond fairy floating in midair, looking him over as though he were a puppy in a pet store.

"I think I should sit down."

The fairy in question nodded and gestured timidly to a seat in the corner of the practice room, which he sank into after a moment of stumbling across the carpeted floor--was that pity on its imaginary face? His head fell back into the wall with a dull thud, eyes almost rolling into the back of his head before his eyelids fluttered shut and he let loose a tiny moan.

The fairy regarded him nervously. "You know," he began weakly after a long pause, and Kyo almost winced when he heard the voice, "you're taking this a lot better than they usually do."

There was a tiny mewl at usually. "Who's they?" he whimpered pathetically, eyes still closed, and the fairy sighed.

"I told you," the fairy replied, not unkindly but a bit impatiently. "The students before you. The ones that could see me."

"The ones that could see you," Kyo repeated finally, his face paling slightly; he slouched forward, massaging his temples and pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. "There are others?" he asked finally, cracking open one eyelid to see the fairy's reaction--it nodded enthusiastically, bobbing up and down in the air like an overeager hummingbird, which did nothing for his headache.

"Not many, Tsuchiura Kyo, but there are others."

His father hadn't exactly mentioned this in his description of Seiso Academy, Kyo thought sourly to himself--his father, with the shaggy emerald mane and bright honey eyes and hands like boats with fingers that moved like sentient beings, who'd told him countless stories of the school and the concours that had set Kyo's youthful eyes alight with wonder when he was young enough to sit through them. Now, after switching out of his old school--"Damned teachers' jobs are to teach, not sit around waiting for a salary," his father had growled--and much to his parents' delight (and his moderate elation, at most), he'd been accepted into Seiso. And found this waiting for him.

Kyo was barely able to suppress his scream of frustration. Forcing his voice to a calm sotto voce, he continued. "And these others--they're all in the asylum now, right?"

The fairy's eyes widened momentarily in polite confusion before he fell backwards giggling--his wings gave a flutter to steady himself, and Kyo fought back a sudden bout of nausea. "Oh, no," he grinned playfully, shaking his head so much he looked ready to fall out of the air again, "no, they're all in conservatories! Only those who really love music can see me, Tsuchiura Kyo--you're special!"

The two words, so innocent in the small tinkling voice of the beaming little creature, sent Kyo doubling over, clutching his middle and fighting the urge to be sick. "I'm insane," he decided feebly, and the fairy before him faltered, then sighed. "Completely insane."

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Lol. Will get more interesting at some point later. (If you haven't already noticed, Kyo here is our favorite green-haired pianist's son.)

Review! I don't know where this is going so feedback is appreciated. :D