The Stubborn Instruments
Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling
Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto
Chapter o1
Summary: She was the most stubborn and most annoying person he had ever met, beside a certain Senju, but she wasn't a Senju. She was just Harī. Fem!Harry
Rate: T
May contain: Cursing
Author's Note: This came to me while I was in the hospital at 4 o'clock in the morning. Yeah, not sure what to say, but do enjoy and pardon any errors. I'm still recovering.
Madara Uchiha met the stubborn female while listening to her playing the koto in a small tea house in a small village.
Her pale fingers plucked the strings with grace and compassion, her face held such passion with each pluck. He ignored the dancing geisha and stared at the black-haired female dressed in a black and green silk kimono only worn by well-known entertainers.
His coal eyes never left her small figure that held herself in a graceful manner throughout the whole song.
She was beautiful.
The second time he saw the green-eyed beauty, she was walking around the busy streets of the small village, make-up removed and wearing a red yukata, with gold trims. She was holding a red paper umbrella, hiding from the sun's beams as she watched with wonder, going from stall to stall.
"I suggest you stop following me, shinobi-san."
Soft whimsical voice directed towards him, but she didn't bother to even glance at him. That rather startled him; however, he didn't show the surprise upon his face, but for a smirk to curve his lips.
"My, how do you know I'm a shinobi?" He asked, getting into step with the female.
Her pale pink lips quirked upwards, "I'm highly sensitive to the chakra and for someone whose chakra burns brightly and contained, must be a well-trained shinobi." She explained, looking straightforward.
"Hn." Madara responded.
"Harī," The name rolled awkwardly as he spoke her name for the first time as she watched him with mirth in her green eyes.
It had been several weeks after he continued to meet up with her that he had yet ask for her name or she had yet to introduce herself to him.
Deciding to first introduce himself, she rose a thin black eyebrow. Blinking at him with an amused expression, he wanted to pout and shout for her name, but he remained calm and waited.
"You'll have to earn my trust first."
Was the simple sentence that she gave him before she bid him goodbye, an impish smile on her face as she walked away from him.
To say, Madara Uchiha was infuriated of being ignored, it didn't stop him from accepting the implied challenge given to him by the green-eyed beauty.
It took him a couple of weeks of trying to 'earn' her trust by trying to get to know each other, however, she remained quiet with amusement glittering in her eyes.
It was a month later that he had helped her with volunteering in the small village orphanage by bringing them fresh produce and cooked for them.
He saw a sight of a warm and caring mother, but he could feel and see that she was claiming her territory of protection to the young children by helping in many forms as a mother would to her own children. She gave them attention they craved for, gave them kindness and listen to all of them.
She ignored the ill-mannered patron and his harsh comments of defying the way of life. Where women weren't allowed to do what they want and that she was nothing, but a simple entertainer.
She's a refreshing sight to see from most of the women he knew, all waiting to be ordered around and to serve within a household. Climbing the social ladder and hoping to be married off to the best man and raise her children to her best capability.
She wasn't any of that, she defied those orders and with the observation he had gathered throughout his small meetings with her, she had power, but she had yet hover it over the village. She defied old traditions and stood for what she believed was right. Ignoring the hateful gossip and acted as her own self.
Harī was unique.
"You don't look too well."
"I'll feel better if you allowed me to take you to the winter festival, Harī-chan." Madara said almost automatically, looking at her with his well-known smirk.
Harī laughed and shook her head, allowing tresses of hair to fall out of place from the fancy hair-do. "And my answer still remains the same."
"But, I only ask as a friend and nothing more."
"Even if you ask as a friend, I do not wish to go…please do respect my wishes Madara-kun, but I feel my Obāsan may not live past this winter."
It was the first time she had ever spoken about her personal life and Madara felt pride, but also regrets build up in his chest. He nodded his head, "Of course, but I'll ask again next year."
Harī smiled and chuckled, taking a sip of her tea before she replied, "And I'll think about it." Madara couldn't help but chuckle. Of course she wouldn't give him a straight answer. "Now, I stated you didn't look so well, may I inquire what's wrong."
And there she went, flipped the conversation on him once more and never about her. Sneaky, very sneaky, but he enjoyed her presence even more.
Edited: 6/5/2015
Beta: dhyetaX19999