Don't Worry, You're Perfect. Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Magic in an Otaku Realm

You opened your eyes to once again be locked with Arthur's emerald orbs, but something was different. This wasn't the school; this wasn't anywhere you had been before to your knowledge. Your eyes zoomed to the still birds in the bright blue spring sky outside, this of course startled you… so much in fact you were about to scream when Arthur's hand covered your mouth. Thus bringing you back to reality… er… whatever reality this happened to be.

"Arthur," you shouted, pushing his hand away and punching his arm, "Where the hell are we?! Why isn't that bird moving?! How the hell did you get me out of there?! Arthur, why aren't you answering me dammit?!"

"Would you let me speak (y/n)?!" He shouted while rubbing his arm, clearly irritated at the constant interruptions and yelling. "S-sorry Arthur… Please continue as you would have." "Ahem, well where to start. Hmm, how about with your questions love?" He asked, receiving a nod, "Righto! We're in Kiku's house in his bedroom, you have obviously never been in here for obvious reasons. That bird isn't moving because time is frozen for the moment, judging by how I used my magic to transport the two of us here to find the letter and read it. Then I will put you back where you were and time will go on per usual."

Magic? Seriously? That just was like a punch to the gut since you immediately started laughing, so hard in fact that you were rolling on the ground in tears. That was until your face hit into the dresser and you got curious as you sat up, opening the drawer and seeing shirts you had always seen Kiku wear. It finally started coming together.

You were in Kiku's bedroom. Arthur wasn't just some crazy guy and could actually use magic… just not cook. How that was possibly that he could practically be an alchemist or a chemist and not be able to create delicious meals was beyond you as well as off subject. The real task at hand was finding the letter. "Are you quite done (y/n)? Now we do not have time to dawdle, you take one side of the room and I'll look in the other." The British accent hit you and pulled you from your thoughts, making you look up and nod as he went to the side that had a desk, riddled with papers and pictures of anime and such. You in turn went to where his comfortable looking futon was.

It was neat and rather plain looking, so you looked under the pillow. Who didn't put their diary or journal under their pillow? Obviously Kiku didn't. All that was there was a plushy of Hatsune Miku. How disappointing. Yet then again, with a brother like Yong Soo in the house you wouldn't hide something important somewhere so obvious either.

So you continued your search over to his closet, it was locked. How was a sliding door locked? No idea, but this was Kiku Honda you were talking about. The weird guy that thought he was plain, made robots in shop, looked like a house wife as he cleaned and cooked, was an otaku, possibly even a closet pervert and had a hobby of sensing the mood and refraining from speaking. Nonetheless also rarely gave a straight answer, and most of them meant no anyway; yet all of those things were what made him special, and you loved him all the same.

"(Y/n) please stop being dazed and get back to work."

"A-ah! Sorry! But it's locked!"

"How the bloody hell does a sliding door lock?!"

"I don't know! Ask Kiku that!"

"Well that's the only place left to look (y/n)… I've already checked the other places while you were in a trance. So it must be somewhere in there!" Arthur complained, "B-but it's locked! Hello?! L-O-C-K-E-D! Are you now deaf Arthur?! Kiku has defied our natural minds and made locking sliding doors!" you retorted.

"They must've existed before!"

"If they did where the hell was I?!"

"Probably lost in your thoughts like always!"

"Yeah well you know what! Maybe I shouldn't have involved you in the first place! Clearly someone like Francis would have been more logical! He is the best with such affairs after all." You huffed. This brought out so much of Arthur's rage that he was a cursing mess.

Arthur and Francis Bonnefoy had been frenemies for as long as you could remember. They loved to piss each other off and argue over pointless things, it was amusing to watch for a while until it got plainly ridiculous. Anyway, Arthur was fuming from your comment, complaining on how a gentleman, even though he didn't seem like one in the least at the moment, was much better suited than a wine loving frog. What could you say at this point? Well now that he was no longer angry at you and you had your fun picking at his short temper you could get back to the task at hand.
"Hey Arthur, can't you just use magic to unlock the door?"