In the Revisiting Vienna episode of Around the World With Orson Welles, Orson, er, revisits Vienna. He does mention The Third Man and there’s some Anton Karas, but mostly it’s Orson talking in his usual entertaining way about the Opera, Coffee Houses, and cakes. Lots of cakes. Plus he checks out the pastries in the kitchen at Demel. This is the episode that was long thought lost, so it’s ace to see it. 

bi3n3nstich  asked:

I don't know if this is too specific, but... how about the HSP noticing Mikan for the first time, seeing the same light and the same smile his brother had now in this little, precious child? His urge to talk to her, the loss of his brother resurfacing and the budding affection and protectiveness he secretly harbors towards a niece who has never heard of him and probably should never meet him?

Thank you Bienenstich! <3 I had a lot of fun writing this!!

Characters: Kazumi Yukihara, Mikan Sakura, Narumi Anju, Natsume Hyuuga

Pairings Involved: A tiny bit of Mikan/Natsume 

Title: Uncle Kazumi

He’d seen her far away, but not nearly close enough to examine her face for details.

Kazumi didn’t know quite what he would be looking for, if he had seen her up close. He had heard from his friends that Ms. Mikan Sakura took her appearance strikingly from Yuka, but he bet that if he got a decent glance at her face, he’d be able to see the Yukihara in her features.

The curiosity was accompanied by a sense of responsibility. He was her uncle, after all.

But let’s face it, Kazumi didn’t know how to be an uncle. He hardly knew how to be a brother, and a son, much less an uncle. With his entire life spent behind the walls of Alice Academy, the man knew next to nothing about family.

You don’t give yourself enough credit, he heard his brother accuse in the back of his head. You’ve got your Alice Academy family. And maybe that was true.

But weren’t blood family members supposed to meet periodically and have a meal together? Share the past with the younger members so that they would feel included in the entire family lineage? He’d done some of these things with Izumi, but they spent most of their relationship teasing each other. Now that Izumi was gone…

He couldn’t just tease Mikan. She didn’t know who he was, or at least her relation to him anyways. She probably knew him as the man that would be her principal in several years, and nothing but.

If he couldn’t ask her directly, he decided to do some research.

“You want to know about Mikan?” Narumi asked carefully after being summoned into his office. Narumi was flamboyant, but he wasn’t stupid. Somehow it seemed like he knew this day would come eventually.

“The higher ups would like to know,” Kazumi lied.

“Sensei, you are the higher ups,” Narumi said. The HSP didn’t argue. He only waited for Narumi to answer his question. The younger teacher crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back. A smile rose to his lips after a moment of thought.

“She’s just like him,” Narumi admitted. “She’s incredibly kind and brave. She’s not afraid to take chances and she works hard, even if her grades don’t reflect it. She’s like a people magnet. Wherever she goes, people follow, like they’ve been starving for happiness for years.”

Kazumi blinked a few times.

“I expected her to be somewhat of a normal student.” Naru snorted and leaned forward towards Kazumi.

“She’s anything but normal. She’s even captured the attention of Natsume Hyuuga,” Narumi said slowly, as if he was proving something. “But it was all because I made them partners,” he sighed happily.

“Natsume Hyuuga doesn’t talk to other students,” Kazumi stated.

“But he talks to her,” Naru said sly. “Wherever she goes, he always seems to be there.”

The Black Cat following around and talking to a girl? A happy, energetic one at that. Leave it to Izumi’s daughter to follow in his footsteps, taking the loneliest of the school’s students under her wing.

Kazumi didn’t just talk to Narumi. He spoke with the rest of her teachers who all told her the same thing: Mikan Sakura is the happiest, most energetic, and dumbest student they ever met. While she often came up with creative ideas and solutions to problems, she couldn’t memorize formulas or facts to save her life.

Kazumi decided that while Mikan might’ve looked like Yuka Azumi, she definitely had her father’s personality. As a result, he did the exact opposite of what his heart was telling him to do: he left her alone. He stopped all of his research, and pretended like he had discovered nothing. It was better if Mikan went unnoticed by the faculty, especially the ESP, and Kazumi researching her only made her seem more…well, fascinating.

His heart ached for a relationship with her. She was all he had left of his brother, and he had a feeling that being next to her would be like standing next to Izumi. He was ready to learn how to be an uncle, but he had to remind himself that Mikan didn’t even know that they were related.

When she did find out, things would get dangerous, and she would need him there. When that happened, he’d be ready.

He didn’t expect to meet her so suddenly. Only a few weeks after he decided to close his case with Mikan Sakura, fate decided he wasn’t quite done yet.

Kazumi didn’t realize it was her in front of him. Truthfully, he was lost in a train of thought. His mind in deep in some contemplation about the meeting he was heading, Kazumi found himself disconcerned with the happenings around him.

“I’m telling you, Natsume! I’ve seen it happen before!” Kazumi heard the noise, but tuned it out.

“Polka dots, it’s impossible for real penguins to fly. That mechanical one doesn’t count.”

Kazumi was just about to pass the two children bickering, when a paper from his stack of books flew away, hitting the girl in the back of the head.

Kazumi snapped out of his reverie and began toward the girl saying, “My goodness, I’m sorry,” but froze when the girl turned around.

Holy stars above, he thought.

Mikan grabbed the paper from her hair and glanced down at it, then back up at Kazumi.

“This is yours, isn’t it? Here!” Mikan sent a cheerful smile at him as she handed him the paper. He tried, but Kazumi couldn’t wipe the shocked expression from his face. The boy, Natsume, noticed this and tensed up with suspicion. “We have to get off to class, but it was nice running into you High School Principal! I look forward to be a high school student myself!” She smiled again, radiating the same happiness that Kazumi had seen with his brother.

Mikan waved once, before turning around toward the elementary school. Natsume let his uncertainty linger on Kazumi for just a moment, then he too turned off after Mikan.

Kazumi stood there a moment, staring at the two arguing again in the distance. Truthfully, he felt terrified. Sure, he was ecstatic to finally meet her, intrigued even, but one day something would wipe that smile off of her face. That beautiful smile. Alices like the Nullification Alice don’t go unnoticed, and if she was anything like her mother, maybe she had the Stealing Alice too.

Kazumi prayed to God that it wasn’t the case. If the ESP found out Mikan was an Alice Stealer, he’d destroy everything she loved, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.

Maybe the Black Cat had already figured that out, and it was why he followed her around so much. But what could an eleven-year-old kid do?

It was that moment, that Kazumi decided to do the absolute opposite that he had planned before. He wasn’t going to ignore his niece’s existence, but rather, he’d protect it with everything he had.

As he walked toward his meeting, he smiled to himself. She’s got Yuka’s face, he thought to his brother. But she’s got your smile.

I’m still taking ideas, so if you’ve got any, drop them in my ask box. Little by little, I plan on getting through them all. I’ve got lots of good ideas, so I hope that you’ll all enjoy them! Thanks for reading, everyone!

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