Swords and Lovers.

Chapter Two.

Judas felt his eyes open once again, this time being met with a white ceiling instead of the darkness he had been within moments ago. Mild panic laced his veins as his mind raced with countless thoughts, the most prominent one being, what if this was still Earth? What if he was still Judas, still under his parents control?

Standing up quicker than his body was prepared for he almost fell over once more, catching himself on the bed and steading himself. As soon as the dizziness subsided he carefully made his way over to the almost wall length mirror on the closet besides his bed. Expecting his old black hair and brown eyes to be projected his mind was unable to recognise the person reflecting back at him. His once dull hair was now replaced with the type of hair you would expect to see on snow white, it was a pigment that he had never seen in his old world, but most importantly his eyes were something that made him question this world. No longer were they the common brown but rather a multitude of colours. Surrounding the pupil was a light purple that faded to a sky blue with strokes of green mixed in, and yet the edge of the iris was a thin layer of black. It was unlike anything he had seen before and he couldn't help but wonder if these types of eye colours were normal.

The next thing he observed was his body, it was small. Very small. He didn't know how old he was, but if he had to guess, the answer would be around five to six. His body lacked the muscle structure he had formed in his past life, hell it lacked the muscle structure of an average child. Was he, again, a useless child, he began to wonder, assuming that this body he had awoken in spent his time sleeping all day.

That would change. From this day forward the host of this body was Judas, and he would make a legend out of Katsuo Murakami.

The first thing he has to do, is get used to himself.

Continuing to stare at his reflection he began to clench and unclench his muscles, doing simple stretches to get used to the weight of his new body. He must remember that he is Katsuo Murakami, not just a spirit borrowing the body. No longer did the name Judas hold any importance, he would not forget it, but he would no longer abide by the emotions and rules that name carried. He had a second chance, and he was not about to waste it.

Bending his left arm at the elbow he stared down at his clenched fist, finally deciding on his plan.

He would become strong enough to protect his new family.

Or at least that was his plan, until there was a sound of glass shattering behind him.

Katsuo swung around to meet the shaking body of a maid, her glasses steaming slightly from the tears that streamed down her face. His eyes flicked down to the now shattered glass of water on the ground, walking over to pick the shattered pieces up.

"You must be careful ma'am, you could've been hurt." His voice was smoother than expected, but now he had spoken his throat was aching for water. "Could you perhaps show me to the kitchen? I would like some wate-" Before he could finish the maid practically ran out of the room, shouting that 'master Katsuo had awakened'. It took him a second to remember that was his name, confusion filtering through his mind. Was waking up a big deal in this world...?

His thoughts were once again disturbed as a relatively young man and woman burst into the room, many maids and butlers following behind them, tears in their eyes. "H-Hey why are you guys crying? Are you all okay?" The woman who was one of the first to enter his room was beside him in a flash, pulling him into her arms as she wept, slowly rocking back and forth. Katsuo opted to say nothing as his eyes scanned the room, counting how many people were around. Counting the woman who was currently holding him [he was unsure why she was doing it, but seeing how it was comforting her he decided to stay silent] there was five maids, the man who appeared with the woman hugging him, and two butlers. Nine people altogether, ten if he counted himself.

After a few moments everyone seemed to calm down, everyone except the woman holding him. Just as he was about to say something the man who she came with spoke softly, "Emiko dear, Alice said he wanted water, allow him to drink something."

'Emiko huh? So this is my mother in this world...' His mother was beautiful just like The Voice had said, she had long white hair that seemed to shine in the evening light, her turquoise eyes capturing the sun. Her skin was completely unblemished and she wore a simple dress that consisted of two colours, both chosen to match her hair and eyes.

Katsuo had never expected to be held like this, but for his mother to be doing so? It made his heart flutter. 'So Alice must have been the maid that was in my room earlier- i must apologise for scaring her like that.'

"But Hiroshi- Katsu has just woken up you must call the doctors at once-!"

'Ah, so that's my father?' Katsuo stared at the older man infront of him, when he first entered the room he semeed harmless, but now that Katsuo was actually looking at him, he could feel the waves of power that rolled off of him. Although he could not see any weapons upon his body, he felt that the man was the type to never be without one. He was adorned with what could only be described as a Prince's outfit, his trousers were black along with the jacket he wore, except for the gold embroidery that ran along the sleeve cuffs and down the middle. Hanging off of his right shoulder was a cape that held the same colour scheme. It was obvious his family was either of mass wealth, power, or incredible obnoxious personalities. He hoped with all his might it was anything but the last one. Hiroshi had pure black hair with streaks of blond in it, with similar striking golden eyes that screamed power that Katsuo was mildly jealous of.

Blinking his thoughts away he stared at his mother, who still had an iron grip upon his body. It didn't hurt, but it was begining to feel uncomfortable. Katsuo was not used to this affection, nor was he used to being this close to someone. It made the hair at the back of his neck stand on edge- something he wished would go unnoticed. "M-Mother, may i drink some water?" He cursed in his mind at the shake in his voice, the weakness of this body infuriating him.

As soon as Katsuo spoke his mother released him, looking over to her husband that was holding a glass of water. Katsuo's mouth felt even dryer now that he had water within his reach, accepting the glass from his father with a grateful nod, placing the glass to his lips and letting the cool liquid touch his lips- how long had it been since this body has had water, he couldn't help but wonder. As soon as he got a taste for the water he couldn't help but finish the whole glass, letting out a breathe as he turned once more to his father, asking for more.

Before his father could even answer, his mother took the glass from his hands, holding it in one as she held her other hand above it, inhaling as she closed her eyes, begining to speak.

"O great spirits of this world, i call upon thee to do my bidding, let water flow undisturbed like that of the oceans."

Katsuo felt his eyebrows crease as his mother began to speak, was this some sort of trick they were playing on him..?

"Water stream!"

Suddenly a ball of water gathered upon the open palm of his mother, water droplets appearing seemingly out of nowhere as the ball streamed into the glass, filling it to the brim once more.

Katsuo was speechless. He knew The Voice said he would be in a world of magic, but to see it happening before his very eyes, to see his mother use magic for something as trivial as filling his glass once again, it solidified for him that he really was in a different world.