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September 5th
Archard sighed softly as he re-read a journal entry he had just read, having just shortly sketched the picture of a bird he'd seen in the woods while out on a walk. That had been while mekt had still been in the hospital...

November 14th

January 1st

Archard sat in his bedroom, propped up against the backboard of his bed, writing away. Moki was curled up on his shoulder, against his neck, snoozing away.

Archard sighed lightly as he scribbled in a notebook, quite bored, and mulling over the latest development in his life. It seemed Kami was going to adopt yet another addition to the already large family, and had even created in a new home for the youngster in a seperate location. He'd always wondered how the land she had come from was connected to Gaia, which was where he had always figured their house, the one he was in this minute, was situated.

Boca Raton, was the place, in a small providence, it seemed called Florida. He had been advised by her not to think too deeply about the whole thing, and to make everything simple, she had employed Grimm to create an easily accessable portal so that she did not have to travel far. They were easily created by the shadow demon, and easy to use, so no one would gripe over it. He still wondered how one would get from Gaia to Florida by conventional means. Kazuo had teased that it was in another dimension, and though that was farfetched, Archard would not count the theory out. Perhaps Gaia was it's own continent and one simply had to fly to Florida.

The boy massaged the bridge of his nose with a sigh. His mother always had to make things complicated. He didn't mind so much, except his newest 'order' worried him greatly. She wanted him to babysit the new arrival, who would come soon enough! He had complied of course...this was the first responsible thing his mother had asked of him in a long while, and the short while taking and caring for the youngster Mekt had taught him a great deal. In that essence, he had almost grown up a bit earlier than some children usually do.

He smiled lightly, remembering those days. How adorable and fun Mekt had been, along with slightly troublesome at times. It made him sad as well, wishing Mekt was still among those in the household. He would have to see about contacting him sometime, perhaps return to the mansion to see where he resided.

His mind skipped back to the task he'd been assigned. Surely it wouldn't be so bad? He thought himself good wih children, and how hard could one kid be? He would have to find out himself. Kami had given him a few tips, things the little one might enjoy, and he was preparing himself.

Kami referred to the little one as Marluxia, or 'Marly', as she had already foundly nicknamed him. The way she talked made him sound like a perfect angel, but that would be impossible. Knowing Kami, she might have agreed to adopt a little monster, as she had the habit of talking about such things in adoring tones. She was able to, after all, coax frightful creatures such as Jager and Sokanon, and Youhei as well, into letting her coddle and shower them with affection, so perhaps she saw them that way. The boy would be humanoid though, so that was all well and good.

All he'd need to do now was wait for the time to come....

May 13th

Archard cracked an eye open, pretending to be asleep. He watched the demon skitter away across the room, the journal in his hands. Instead of badgering Benjamin, the demon, for some reason, had been targetting him lately. It was getting very, very annoying. He hadn't realized who had been thieving from his room at first, but now the culprit had finally shown himself.

"Drop it."

The stern, sharp voice reached the little demon's ears, and he stopped, stiffening a little as he looked back. Caught! How had he been caught!? The blonde jerk was sharper than he looked. He hissed at his older 'sibling', wings giving a flutter. "Why should I? You're always trying to wreck my fun."

"I wouldn't consider torturing Ben and the others fun, exactly, Shahar." Archard opened his eyes to look at the winged creature sternly. "You know if you keep that sort of stuff up you're going to regret it, eventually...." Archard yawned a bit, and stretched, knowing that the threat wasn't a bluff. He wasn't about to tattle on the demon either, and he worried about the slinky fellow sometimes. He would never talk, so Archard did not know the reasons for his devilish behaviour. Perhaps it was simply the nature of demons to act that way.

Shaharn drooped lightly, though his venemous glare persisted. Though Archard wasn't the one who would dish out punishment, he knew it might come. "No one can touch me..." he hissed, and crouched down on the floor to set the journal down, knowing he had lost the argument. He'd leave for now.

"Thieves get thrown out. Isn't stealing a simple thing not to do? You don't need to steal in this place, Shahar, all you need to do is ask." he watched as the other made for the door. "Just remember that...and I you need to bother someone, go bother Mercedes." he suggested, holding in a smirk. If anyone could teach Shahar a lesson, the vampire could. With a sigh, he moved to pick up his journal, wishing there was something he could do for the demonic teen.

"Feh!" Shahar hissed, and scrambled out, his tail lashing the air as he exitted in a hurry, returning to the dark, shadowy confines of the room he liked to call his own to sulk over being scolded.

July 8th

Archard sat rather flustered on his bed as he bit his lip lightly. He couldn't believe what Kami had invited into the house this time, though they seemed to have come from the same place he had. It figured. The poor boy had been scared out of his wits the first time he'd met one of the crazed things.

They were ghosts, to be exact, two of them. He'd been in the kitchen when the first had chosen to show itself to him, by floating right out of the refridgerator at him. He'd made a huge mess, it'd caused him to drop a full glass of milk. Thinking over it with a calmer mind, he supposed they were rather pretty, if not startling. The first, 'Wispy' as Kami called him(he was sure that was not his real name), had long, curly red hair, and eyes that gave off a pinkish glow to match. He showed himself far more often than the other, playful sometimes, and curious. He'd certainly gotten a kick out of the spilt milk.

After the initial scare the ghost had become partial to startling the poor blonde every chance it got, and it was only by chance that he had come to discover Meursault. He was much more sullen than Wispy, but they were together sometimes, Wispy trying to be 'lovey' or playful towards Meursault, to cheer him, or so Archard thought. He had't a clue what sorts of ghosts they were. They could be there one moment, and vanish the next. They appeared most often as shadows, eyes constantly aglow.

He'd tried to communicate, but the two had resisted him, never answering or flat out ignoring Archard. Though they would murmur things, sometimes, though it was never any vital information. When he told Kami she encouraged him, saying that they might pen up, eventually. They had been shy to her as well. Who were they to blame? They were dead, of course, and probably had reasons for being quiet. The red eaded one confused Archard in this way. Perhaps it was the ghost of a child, but it seemed to big to be so.

He yawned, and flopped over for sleep. He'd worry about worrying over the things later, and hope to goodness they didn't come after him in his sleep. He frowned, the very thought giving him shivers...