Weisse felt like crying. It happened again.
He put his hands over his face, his cheeks doing an impression of a traffic light on stop.
[i]Deep breath, Weisse, deep breath[/i]
But, before he could correct the girl (Leo? By god, her Japanese was awful. It was like she had watched a subbed anime and tried to guess which word meant what) on her tragic mistake, he heard an unmistakable giggle.
"Nikita, if that's you, I swear I'm gonna..."
It was. 
But, before he could get mad, the boy with the boxes decided to step up. He look taken aback by all the English - and Italian - that he was hearing. It was only to be expected from a native, after all, someone living in his country should know his language.
And there was something else in his looks. A cross between recognition and acceptance. Weisse didn't know what that look meant, but it was (probably) a good thing.
"I'm so sorry for the confusion, Leo! I'm actually a boy. A real boy, not transgender or... oh, what's the word? I'm not a girl, at any rate. I'm sorry if that wasn't clear, but it's not deliberate." Unlike Nikita, he added in his head And, erm... it was Italian, not French."
"And, Nikita, why didn't you answer the door? I thought you'd been attacked or something. Don't scare me like that again, please."
Turning to the native, Weisse smiled "If you'd prefer, [i]Messer Brandford[/i]..."
"I can speak like this" he finished in Japanese. "I, personally, would prefer [i]Doitsugo ya Itaria-go[/i] but Japanese works for me as well."
"I hate to be so blunt, but I actually came here for..." 
Cogs turned in the Weisse's head. Why did he need Shakuntala when he had a native speaker right here?
"I need you to decode something for me. You see, I can speak Japanese and English well enough, but I can't read it very well. Could you tell me what this says?" Weisse handed the older boy the creepy kanji note and stood back, hoping it didn't say anything incriminating or rude.