Demon Eye.

…Huh?

That sudden voice in his head threw him for a loop, the last time he had to deal with another voice in his head was his Yami self. But this voice seemed far kinder and welcoming than his voice.  Bakura glanced at the little shop right ahead, adorned with plenty of spirtual trinkets. It definitely caught his eye, he was a fan of both the metaphysical and supernatural alike. He wasn’t expecting a true fortune or a dream come true, but maybe he’ll check it out just for the sake of it? He opened up the door and stepped inside the store, his gaze catching the eager man’s. With that, Bakura decided he should ask for a fortune telling. “Ah, hello… Could I have a fortune telling?”

Ah.... It actually worked?! Wisely quickly poised himself, wiping the crumbs off his face and setting his snacks aside before putting Gamako in his pillow. 

❝ But of course, young master. I’ve been expecting you.❞  the Noah lied, as smooth as ever.  ❝ Please do take a seat.❞

The Demon Eye could see into a person’s past, even make them re-live it, but it could not fortell the future. There was no knowledge to obtain from it, but with Wisely’s overly brilliant mind from thousands of years of knowledge gathering, he could merely make the best guess what would happen to this customer in a near future with a bit of prying into his past and have a high chance of it actually coming true. Or instill the fear enough for it to come to fruition by the other’s instincts. Whichever came first. 

  When the man’s voice shrieked back in response, Killua winced at the panic-induced volume bouncing through his head; this reaction only arguably heightened his hostility toward the one under his grip, encouraged by his now-throbbing skull. When that voice at last left his head to manifest as normal words, he released the man’s shoulder and took a step back, not actively threatening anymore but still clearly ready to do so at a moment’s notice.

Killua could not detect any aura coming off of the other, meaning that either a condition was fulfilled to activate his telepathy without detection, or some unknown power permitted the ability– and he didn’t know which possibility was more discomforting.

“ No, I don’t want a reading. I want to know what sort of condition you met in order to get in my head. ”

Wisely near screamed, his innate reaction to crush the brains of anyone who threatened harm against him kept under control only by the headache that was threatening him should he press any deeper into this child’s mind. 

How violent was this city?! Once he was let go however he relaxed, scooping his pet frog into his hands to comfort himself and chose his words carefully and remembered to speak verbally to stay on this violent kid’s good side. Of course he could squash his brain but he was not looking forward to to consequences of doing so should Allen Walker find out. But if it were to defend himself, surely, it wouldn’t be him at fault. Seeing as he was let go once he started speaking verbally however, Wisely decided to let this slide for now and resort to his own way of violence should he be came at again.

There was no need for a background check, as Wisely subtly prodded his mind during the interview, but it was an almost immediate hire; his subconscious unsuspicious and the best part, he wasn’t human. Though strangely enough, what he did sift through, it was through a sword that much resembled Kanda Yuu’s Innocence’s perspective. However the one he saw looked much more beautiful. He would have to inquire about that later . For now, business to be attended to. 

“I don’t really want to hug the Earl, Wisely. There are too many times he’s tried to kill me, both before and after the whole 14th thing.”

“Thank you.” Allen blinked and stared at the restaurant for a moment before a large grin split across his face. “Yes! Finally! Thank you so much for this! I’m starving.”

❝ You’re missing out. If you’d like, I’ll allow you to hug the Millenium Earl replica pillow I received as a gift. It’s just as soft as him and won’t try to kill you~❞  Wisely chirped, heading into the restaurant with Allen.

@maganwise

“I’m not a demon. Rude. I know Christianity falsely maligned us as demons when the early missionaries went to convert the people from the better, far superior paganism, but we’re not. We’re not angels, either. We’re fairies.”

“God. Satan. Can’t be bothered with either. You can do whatever it is your kind does, but I don’t want to be involved with… what do you want me for?”

❝ Ahahaha. You’ll have to forgive my joke. I’m quite fascinated with non-human creatures such as yourself and the memory I hold itches for more knowledge with each reincarnation. And being the Third Incarnation of the Noah of Wisdom, please consider how much my curiosity burns. The Noah Family rejects the idea of heaven and hell too, our loyalty lying in our creator, the Millenium Earl. Though, admittedly the Earl’s design choices much emulate demons and angels. I wonder if he’s fascinated with the idea them?❞   

Wisely’s first attempt at customer service didn’t go over so well. So It was time for another approach on another victim prospective customer. Of course by that, he meant projecting the way to the shop while instilling subtle advertisement  in whoever was in the range of his Demon Eye without it giving him a migraine. That’s what modern businesses did right? 

“I can see Road being cute but honestly, I just can’t see it for the Earl…”

Allen let out a startled laugh. “That I can’t condone. Lying and cheating, sure. I do enough of that on a daily basis. Just no crushing minds, okay?”

❝ You obviously haven’t hugged the Earl before. He’s so~ft~❞  Wisely chirped.

Telepathy certainly had the potential to exist in his home world, even if he had never been on the receiving end of such an ability – and although the possibility of it existing in this melting-pot of a city upsurged due to the wide origins of its residents, he did not ever anticipate being targeted by such a power, nor stopped to ponder the power itself.

Yet, now, there was a voice inside his head.

He freezes, instantly on guard, and takes a head-count of all the people nearby–a few pedestrians, a homeless guy sitting on the sidewalk smiling to himself … yes, it’s him–Killua could not sense the origin of this power, but he could smell traces of bloodlust on the other. In the case that some sort of spell or any other malicious action had been cast, he wastes no time: moving at a speed untraceable to the eye, he disappears in an instant before appearing again before the haggardly man, a clawed hand hovering on the neck and the other hand holding the shoulder in a vice-grip. A question is uttered as though a threat–

“ How did you get in my head? ”

【P-P-Please calm yourself, young master! I’m not a fighter!】 Wisely replied in his panic, this child’s speed taking him by surprise. He was forgetting to speak verbally instead of with telepathy. Gamako had hopped to safety in Wisely’s lap. Geez, this kid’s bloodlust was overwhelming even without his nosy habit of reading thoughts. Wisely didn’t even take into account he probably couldn’t even do damage to a Noah such as himself. 

“Oh! That sounds cute!”’

“I think….You aren’t wrong. And it’s not like they would know, regardless.”

❝ Of course. The only beings in the world that are as cute as Gamako are Road and the Millennium Earl!❞

Wisely paused in his steps when Walker just condoned his actions. From what he heard from Joyd and Road’s experiences, he was a goody two shoes, but Joyd did mention it wasn’t to a disgusting point. The Noah couldn’t help but to find Allen more intriguing but remained cautious still, taking into account how upset the Earl was with Nea when they had last crossed paths before continuing on his path. 

❝ I, Wisely Kamelot, in my benevolence, will give anyone who can masterfully uwuspeak like that a job as my attendant congratulations ur hired❞

“Gamako?” Allen blinked. “Back when I was with the circus, we had a couple of fortune tellers. It was a con, of course, but it made some people happy. I vaguely remember watching the teller read tarot cards, though I wasn’t allowed to touch them or anything.”

❝ My pet frog.❞

Wisely hadn’t the first clue how to start or run a business. But he did know how to catch people’s interests, especially that of foolish humans who didn’t understand a thing about the world they lived in. The Noah sat cross-legged on the sidewalk in front of his newly opened shop, munching on dango while sharing it with Gamako, who rested atop of his head. He figured if he showed off a bit of his Demon Eye, they would come flocking. 

As Wisely raised the stick up to give a piece of dango to his frog, a potential customer walked by, a sly smile spreading on the teen’s crumb covered face, the eye on his forehead flashing.

“If that’s the case then I certainly can’t argue. Thank you, Wisely. What kind of business have you started? I didn’t take you as the type to run a store.”

Did he just receive praise? From Walker?

“Well….I guess I can’t argue with that. I’ll eat anything. But….Ah….You might not want to pay for it….”

“I still don’t believe you, but again, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Now I need to find a place to eat because I am starving and I don’t have Timcanpy to guide me anymore. Also please call me Allen.”