Chapter 1: Harry, Hisana, and Riddle.
Harry James Potter was a very unusual boy, even by Wizards standards. This was something that had been realized by quite a number of people, but never truly understood. He was well known as a kind, caring, and loving boy. One who also happened to have an explosive temper, a silver tongue, and violent tendencies. He was a contradiction; a person who would protect and help any in need, he was also a person who could cold heartedly turn his back on another pain and wasn't above punishing others how he saw fit... These however, weren't what made him strange.
Normally Harry James Potter was a rather serene person, almost to the point of being stoic. He also had a neutral stance to most fights and situations, only ever truly reacting when those he cared for where harmed or mocked. When it came to the Dark Lord known as Voldemort, the only reason he actively disliked the man was because he was a deranged monster. Harry was quite aware he could be violent, but knowing you could be and actively taking pleasure in being so are opposite sides of the spectrum. Harry did not enjoy being mean, did not enjoy being angry, and did not enjoy harming others. Lord Voldemort on the other hand reveled in it, he didn't enjoy it he loved it, used it as proof as his existence in all honesty. And while Harry could understand hurting other's to prove you existed, he had grown up with the Dursley's after all, he could not forgive the madman for taking it as far as he had. Thus, why the man-no monster had to be taken down.
But...even his understanding and odd empathy toward said monster is not what made him unusual.
Harry, had slightly long sable black hair which turned blood red in the sunlight. His hair spiked at the end of each strand curling slightly, giving it a messy and sometimes windswept appearance. It fell between his shoulder blades and was usually pulled into a low tail. His bangs were always falling into his eyes, yet always seemed to part in the center of his face, where a single bunch of bangs fell past his nose and separated to curl. It actually reminded him of a certain spirit he knew if he were to ever be asked. His eyes were a bright emerald green pure and deep unlike a normal pair you would see, which had a habit of turning a Harlequin shade when angry. He was skinny and thin to an almost unhealthy point, with a rather short stature in height. Even after all the training he had gone through since a child he couldn't seem to build up muscles, and the malnutrition of his childhood didn't help in matters of stature or his fragile frame.
Once more, his poor upbringing and appearance are not what made him unusual.
The thing that made Harry James Potter most unusual were the spirits in his head. Yes, he had two in his mind. These spirits were the ones that had forced him into training since he was a child. Not to mention that the spirits were complete opposites. There was Hisana who was loving, kind, caring, patient, and selfless. Then there was Riddle who was violent, conceited, arrogant, cruel, and manipulative. Harry had long grown to accept the two and was extremely fond of them thinking of them as family. Even though Riddle used to be a piece of Tom Riddle's, Lord Voldemort's, soul.
Hisana had told him that she had used her abilities as something called, his twin soul, to override Voldemort's soul piece. She had thought it would destroy it, but instead it had turned the soul piece into something called a Zanpakuto. Fortunately it had also erased Riddle's memories allowing the now sword spirit to begin anew. And because of all of this Harry would become one of the few with a twin Zanpakuto, a second one because Hisana herself was one as well. Although it would still be an oddity, for he was the only one with two different spirits and not just two swords.
Harry had lived his entire life with the two constantly with him. From his earliest memories at the Dursley's to his school years and adventures at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hisana had always been at his side to help his with his lessons, his temper, his suspicious tenancies, his non-existing faith in adults, and his loneliness. Riddle was there to help him question everything, to watch out for things that would be a danger him, to whisper how he was being mistreated and manipulated, to let him know when others were lying to him and betraying him, to remind him that he mattered and did not owe anyone anything, and pick up on secrets and information he needed to survive. It was because of them that Harry had been as stable as he had been, because of them that he had survived, and because of him that when it came to the end he had known who to trust and who to turn his back on.
At the very moment none of that mattered, or he supposed it did… Seeing as Riddle was trying to attack the headmaster who was still trying to dodge his tackles. Hisana was currently looking around and complaining that the man hadn't had tea waiting for them. It was extremely rude to meet someone without tea, that he knew the proper way to do things since he was always shoving it down Harry's throat when they met.
Harry was just watching the scene with a slight frown and a tilted head. He had accepted his death of course. Despite his adventures and the few people he came to care for he hadn't truly desired life. However, he still was feeling an odd moment of something...was it regret? Was it dissatisfaction? He wasn't quite sure, honestly he was feeling rather indifferent to the whole thing. Inside though, there was still an odd swell of emotions, perhaps it was sadness or guilt? Regardless he had already moved on from the mourning phase of his own death. A sigh escaped him a few moments later as Riddle passed him again. Reaching out he pulled on the back of his robe keeping him still. Blood red eyes shifted toward his direction before jerking back to glare at the headmaster before them. A small grin crossed Harry's face when he imagined a tail whipping back and forth behind the annoyed male.
"Is there any reason we're at the Train Station headmaster?" He asked politely. "I'm quite sure I just died." He said with a slight frown appearing again.
Dumbledore himself seemed confused and slightly scared. Although that could be because of the fearful glances he kept shooting at the red eyed boy, who was obviously Tom Riddle. "Harry, my boy…" He trailed off.
"Let me guess? I was supposed to die; only it was supposed to kill Voldemort's soul inside of me. Then I would be given the choice to return, in which I would finally kill that madman and live happily ever after…" He said crossing his arms. "However, I'm afraid that plan won't work. Riddle here is very much a part of me now, and I cannot live without him. I can only hope that Neville or Ginny or someone finishes off old snake face. Personally I think it will be Ginny. What with killing the man she loved and all that." He muttered. True he had admired Ginny, she and Hermione had been the most awesome kick-ass girls he had known. However, she had been and would always be his best friends little sister. Almost a sister of his own...just no.
Dumbledore continued to stand there speechless, only Harry could see the calculations going on in his mind. The twinkle was bright even mixed with the confusion, uncertainty, and fear. Harry would never deny that Albus Dumbledore was a formidable and intelligent man. One that made many mistakes and became a bit obsessed in what he thought was right and wrong yes. But still he had been a great man.
All four of them jerked up at hearing a high pitched scream of death. Their eyes landed on Lord Voldemort who suddenly appeared cursing about Squibs and red heads, before a looming dark shadow appeared vanishing with him. Silence spread between them for a few moments.
"Well I guess it was both of them then…" Harry muttered with a slight smirk on his face. His eyes trailed down landing on the ring he wore, wand he held in his hand, and the cloak around his shoulders. "What am I going to do with these?" he wondered.
Hisana turned to him with a smile. "It's obvious. They have followed you in death. Meaning you are their true Master. Back when they were created, the King was the only Shinagami. Souls hadn't existed long enough to gain and gather spirit energy, before Soul Society gained order. The King has already told me that they belonged to you rightfully. It was your ancestors that gained them originally." She said with a small shrug.
Riddle growled crossing his arms. "That's good and all…" He said in a slow silky voice. "But aren't we supposed to be going somewhere now?" He questioned.
Harry nodded. "Yea…" He muttered turning to Hisana. "Do you think the King will let me look after Teddy?" He asked.
Hisana smiled softly. "As soon as you complete your training I'm sure he won't have a problem with it." She agreed.
Harry nodded. "Well then I guess we should get going shouldn't we?" He asked.
Dumbledore stared after them blankly as they entered the train, and it pulled away from the station. He continued to stand there even after the smoke was long gone, and the whistled couldn't be heard anymore.
Harry crossed his arms staring blankly ahead. He found the Academy rather boring. He had been enrolled the moment he showed up in Soul society, the Caption Commander being the one to find him and bring him there. Now he had to deal with becoming claimed a prodigy and all this nonsense. He couldn't very well tell them he had been trained by his Zanpakuto's since he was a human child. And Kido was too much like magic for him fail in anyway. It had been difficult to learn the different classes, and types as he hadn't known how to do everything automatically. However, his problems was with the phrases and chants. Gathering the needed energy and measuring it had been simple for him. Of course there had been a problem with his Zanpakuto's names as well, since he wasn't supposed to already know that either. However, seeing as their names were human and familiar...
"I can't do it…" Hisana fretted as she paced back and forth in Harry's mindscape. "I can't do it. I don't want Byakuya-Sama to be hurt by seeing me or hearing my name again. I want to watch over he and Rukia, but them knowing I'm here might hurt them more…" She muttered.
Riddle snorted with his legs and arms crossed. "Then let's come up with a new name. A Zanpakuto's name comes with their abilities and what not. Our 'True' names might not be the ones we had as humans. Not to mention almost everything in the Soul Realm seems to take on a Japanese theme." He said with a scowl. "Why don't you ask the King. That or try and see if Harry can hear another name. It's possible that while in the Human Realm he only heard human names. Maybe if we try and tell him our names he'll hear something else?" He asked with a grunt.
Hisana paused before beaming happily at her spirit twin. "You're a genius Riddle!" She declared happily.
"Of course, I am." Riddle said with a toss of his head, up turning his nose to the other two. "Alright then brat." He said turning to glare at Harry with glowing red eyes. "My name is Tamashi-Kukyo." He said blankly.
Harry nodded slowly. "Tamashi-Kukyo, Void of Soul...That's comforting." Harry said blankly.
Hisana blanked and smiled lightly before stepping forward and placing her hand at her chest. "I am Shinjitsu-Fukatsu, I'm happy to be at your side." She said with a smile.
Harry tilted his head. "Revival of truth, or is it revival of reality?" He questioned in confusion.
Hisana merely shrugged with a light laugh, I'm sure we will figure it out eventually."
Harry blinked shaking himself from his thoughts as the memory faded and yawned slightly. As Riddle had thought they had different names now. He had informed his teachers that he knew his Zanpakuto's name and of course they had him demonstrate and summon his Zanpakuto from the base all students were given. Imagine their surprise when he called their names and the blade split in two. The blade's themselves were a Wakizashi and Tekagi-Shuko respectfully, in their sealed form.
Of course on finding out he could use their Shikai as well, his instructors and the Caption Commander had requested to see that as well. They had been surprised that when unsealing his swords he didn't have to unseal both. In normal duel sword cases, they merged together when sealed. Harry's however didn't, they remained separated and so he didn't have to use both and could only unseal one into its Shikai from if he wished. Either way Shinjitsu-Fukatsu took the form of a Naginata, while Tamashi-Kukyo became a razor chained Kusarigama (The weapon from the movie Ninja Assassin, I didn't watch the movie so I don't know if that's correct). Their commands were Accept and Scream in order.
When they had asked to see their abilities, Harry had politely refused. He had shown them as proof that he could hear and activate his Zanpakuto's. Not to show them all of his abilities. It was accepted because most students didn't like revealing their abilities until they were mastered, so it wasn't an odd request. One year at the Academy had him graduating and being recruited into the Kido Corps. Harry had joined at Hisana's request, only to find someone waiting for him.
