Muggleborn Wizard

Spell Damage Healer
March 19, 2003
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London, England
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Last Active: Aug 12 2018, 03:41 AM


The sakura trees bloom especially early the year that he is born, so that one of the very first things that he sees as his parents bring him home from Takayama hospital is a sea of gentle pink flowers, so that one of the first smells he knows is that of the sweet cherry blossom.

His parents see the early coming of spring as a sign, as some sort of celestial indication that they have been looking for. They name him Kaisei.

They fuss over him, swaddling him warmly against the remaining faint March chill and hovering watchfully as his older brother Taro toddles over to his cot to meet him for the first time.

Kaisei is small, even for a newborn. He is pink and quite wrinkly, and fairly unremarkable except for his full head of downy black hair, but his parents have plans for him already. His future is mapped out in the stars, a destiny that has its roots in centuries of family tradition, responsibilities passed down from generation to generation.

But at that moment in time, it all means nothing to him yet.


He begins to notice as he grows older that his life and daily routine is not quite the same as that of most other children around his own age, not even Taro's.

It is because, his parents say, he is special.

The Miyamoto family have been custodians of a small Shinto shrine on the outskirts of Takayama for centuries. Tucked high up in the Japanese Alps, blanketed by snow in the winter and covered in cherry blossoms in the spring, Takayama is a town that values its traditions, and none more so than Kaisei’s family. For as many years as the shrine has existed, one Miyamoto from each generation after another has taken over stewardship of the shrine, becoming guardian of the family's traditions and their kami, the spirits who dwell within the old structure and come and go as they please.

Kaisei and Taro watch as their father and mother perform old rites, but they both know that it is Kaisei who is expected to pay special attention to the words and graceful movements. It is Kaisei, after all, who will join the Shinto priesthood one day.

So while Taro runs around with careless abandon with the other neighbourhood children, some afternoons Kaisei stays behind with his parents, otosan and okasan, and clumsily tries to mimic their fluid motions as they prepare offerings to the spirits.

It’s all the same to a child - it’s like a game, and he finds that he enjoys it almost as much as he loves those afternoons when he’s let loose to frolic through the streets with his brother and their friends.

But that’s because he doesn’t have the faintest idea yet that he’s special in ways that not even his myth-loving family would ever be able to comprehend.


Kaisei lives in a strange limbo in between two worlds. One week, he trails dutifully behind his parents in a white ceremonial robe, helping them light incense in the shrine, and the next he grins beside Mickey Mouse and his brother at Tokyo Disneyland when their family goes on vacation together. It is strange, growing up so steeped in tradition in a world that has become so modern, but his parents try to give both of their sons a balanced upbringing. Balance, after all, is the key to the universe, in everything from the push and pull between nature and people to the way that they watch Kaisei struggle with memorising the names of all the shrine spirits and still try to have time to play catch with Taro.

Something changes abruptly shortly before his seventh birthday, like a thread suddenly pulling taut and throwing everything out of focus.

He is carefully cleaning one of the old ceremonial knives in the shrine - this one has a bright, mirror-like blade, and so when it slips, he sees the expression of shock in his own dark eyes before it slices across his palm, sharp and biting.

Before his blood even has a chance to hit the ground, the cut starts to knit itself together again of its own accord, sealing shut into smooth skin in a matter of seconds.

He is terrified, and wonders - has he been possessed by a spirit? Kaisei has grown up with stories of good and bad spirits both, from the sun goddess Amaterasu to the dangerous nogitsune, and he fears the strange power that seems to live inside of him.

Other things start to happen too, small enough that sometimes he wonders if it's his imagination - his pens tumbling to the floor of their own accord, an incense stick that lights itself before he even has the chance to strike a match. It doesn't stop.

He tells no one, keeping his secret, because he thinks - if he tells his parents, there is no way that they will allow something so unpredictable and inexplicable take over the Miyamoto shrine. It would mean the end of everything that he has been taught since birth would be his entire life.


She is resplendent in a long, golden robe, standing in their dining room and reflecting the last rays of the setting sun like the goddess Amaterasu herself has come to visit the Miyamoto family.

He has just turned seven years old, and this clever-eyed woman has appeared without warning on their doorstep, asking to see him.

Kaisei keeps his mouth fearfully shut as his mother pours green tea for their guest, because he sees in the way that she looks at him that this golden-robed wonder sees right through him, and she knows.

Eventually, calmly, the stranger tells his family that Kaisei is special. This may be something that they've known all along, but he is special in a way that none of them could ever have imagined - and Kaisei hears for the first time that what he has hidden in his fists and in his heart is not a calm or vengeful spirit, but magic.

His parents are fearful for him, devastated at what this revelation might mean for their hopes for Kaisei to take over the shrine when he is older, but they not necessarily disbelieving - their entire life revolves around the idea that some things cannot be explained within the bounds of mortal reason, after all.

They reluctantly agree to let him attend the Japanese school for children who are gifted the way that he is after they are assured that he will come home at the end of every day for the first few years. Deep down, they hope that he won't take to it, or won't like it, and will come back to them and the destiny that they put in his hands from the day that he was born.

Perhaps if they understood magic, the addictive pull of it, they would realise that no ordinary life could ever compare.


Mahoutokoro rises out of the clouds like a white jade palace. From where he sits, clutching the black feathers of the massive petrel that beats its wings steadily towards the school, Kaisei is too impressed to be scared - if some part of his mind still had lingering doubts about the existence of magic, they are gone now.

He meets his class - small, focused, all with magical families and all proud of their powers rather than a little bit scared of them - and slips into his robes, soft and light pink in a way that reminds him strangely of sakura blossoms.

Mahoutokoro is a new set of rules unto itself, a place full of regulations and traditions. In this way, it is not too different from home, and Kaisei is nothing if not good at doing what he is told to. It takes him a while - he is reserved, perhaps a little bit shy, and uncomfortable with the curiosity of his classmates about his life in Takayama - but he is zealously eager to understand his magic, and he throws himself into his classes with the discipline that he previously reserved for learning the myriad traditions for appeasing kami.

His parents and brother are puzzled by the change that is wrought in him over time - he comes home every day and retreats to his room at first, exhausted. Once he gets accustomed to the gruelling academic regimen, however, they see him brighten and seem to thrive. It is like he has found his place.

By the time that he is eleven - when it is time for him to start boarding nights at Mahoutokoro - they see that he is so devoted to magic that there doesn't seem to be much room left in him for the shrine. But they still hope.


He grows like a weed over the next few years at Mahoutokoro - not just a set of lanky legs and permanently unruly hair, but also in magic. He has always had a curious mind and a love of the unusual and the extraordinary, and so he flourishes for the most part.

He has little ability for offensive types of magic, he discovers quickly. Hexes and curses completely elude his grasp, and at first he finds this frustrating, quietly grumbling to himself in the back of class, before realising that perhaps his heart simply isn't in it. He is still quiet, slightly reserved, restrained - he was never taught to be anything else - and so flashbang displays of spellwork don't sit well with him, aren't really a part of him.

Kaisei tries his hand at Quidditch - Mahoutokoro's teams, after all, are known for their brilliance and gruelling training, and it is a social activity for most students, a way to start conversations - but it is too aggressive for his tastes, fast-paced and violent, and his coaches quickly suggest that maybe he would be better off trying a different hobby. He takes to flying for leisure instead, ducking and diving in the nooks and valleys of Minami Iwo Jima whenever he manages to get ahead on his homework (which is not often).

Herbology and Potions are where he flourishes most, with deft, clever hands and a quick memory for formulas. Although he isn't particularly gifted at it, he also enjoys Divination - somehow, it makes him feel closer to the life that he has left behind, full of mystery and attempts to puzzle out a future that he hasn't got the faintest clue about anymore.

He makes friends slowly but surely. Kaisei isn't a natural when it comes to being social, not by a long shot - he is retreating and perhaps even slightly cautious when it comes to his peers at first, but he is not entirely unfriendly and he doesn't like the thought of making enemies, hates the idea of being a nuisance. If he is always watching, always slightly clinically observing, his less gracious thoughts hardly ever make themselves known - restrained and polite and, above all, gently attuned to the sensitivities of other people, he tries not to say anything outwardly unkind. This often means that he doesn't say anything much of substance at all, but it is enough to earn him a small circle of close friends over time.

When they affectionately call him Kai-chan, Kai-kun, Kai-san, he is confused about what the future will hold for him - is it the same at home in Takayama over the summers, when he's with childhood friends who don't even know who he is anymore, who never really knew him at all?

What finally pushes him over the edge into realisation is when, after a few years of tutelage, one of his professors realises that his knack for healing magic is more than just good spellwork and practice. It is a part of him, rare, special even amongst people who are already as special as it gets to the non-magical world. It is as simple as a lingering touch, and as he works to hone this power, he wonders for the first time if it might be a calling.

The part of him that is still spiritual sees it as a sign - he cannot go back to Takayama after this is all over.


He is wearing gold robes that refract the light into millions of tiny shards when he tells his parents and his brother that he will not be the next custodian of the Miyamoto shrine.

Freshly graduated, he is still hardly an adult, but he knows what he doesn't want and that is enough for him to put his foot down - perhaps for the first time in his life.

His parents are devastated, and his elder brother Taro is furious, because they all know what it means - the burden now falls to Taro. Kaisei has decided he doesn't want it, won't have it, but there must always be a Miyamoto to act as guardian to their traditions. There is no magic that Kai can do to heal this, no quick fix to make it better.

Instead, he leaves home and goes first to Tokyo to stay with a friend from school. When he gets restless, he does the same with another old classmate in Osaka, and then Kyoto, working odd jobs in potions stores to make ends meet and imagining that he is like the spirits that he used to watch over at the family shrine - they, too, never seem to stay in one place for very long.

He is trying to decide what he wants.


When Kai is twenty, a friend of his convinces him to move to London with him, on a whim, just because - an adventure, an attempt to find themselves.

Kai has never done anything so reckless before - in fact, recklessness is hardly even a word in his vocabulary, he is so full of self-restraint. He knows that if he decides to go, it will mean turning his back on the chance to reconcile with his family's tradition once and for all, and perhaps that is why he does it in the end.

The feeling of liberation that it brings is addictive. It gives a little spark to something latent in him - a desire to be free to react, to feel less trapped by his own repressed nature, to live a little.

Opening himself up to these sorts of feelings for the first time has some unintended consequences, however - Kai has to face the reality that he might have made the wrong choice.

At first, London is miserable. It is grey and different and Kai has to work incredibly hard to improve his less-than-stellar English before he even feels comfortable with the idea of starting to look at potential jobs.

When he decides to apply for a position at St. Mungo's though, it seems that everything starts to fall into place. First real job, first relationship, first dog, first cramped and slightly leaky flat - some of these things come and go, but his work remains constant and fulfilling. Once he gives into his nature, it comes easily to him - he is apprenticed at first in a sort of all-rounder traineeship, dealing with everything from wizarding flus to potions accidents to mishaps with magical artefacts.

In a matter of years, he works his way up to where he feels his skills are best put to use. On the fourth floor, he is able to heal the harms of curses and jinxes gone wrong and bring balance back to people's lives, especially when he does shifts in the Janus Thickey Ward for long-term spell damage. It is tiring work and sometimes when he is on call, he feels on the verge of exhaustion, but when he goes home and settles in to watch a movie with his dog, he is satisfied.

After a time, he musters the courage to write to his parents and brother to apologise, to ask for forgiveness, and explain what he's doing, how he's helping others in the best way that he knows how. His parents are simply relieved, overjoyed that he's gotten in touch - when they next reunite in Takayama over the new year, they say they will be happy so long as he is. Taro doesn't come, doesn't reply to his messages, but when Kai returns to London, he thinks that he is happy enough.

It isn't much, but it's a feeling of rightness, something he's been looking for all his life.
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