FULL SUMMARY:A thousands years ago Wizards and Ninjas used to live peacefully together, but all war broke out when each side saw the others power. SO to ensure peace they spilt the universe into two, one for wizards and one for Ninjas. But now the Wizards need the Ninjas help to save their world. I guess the only problem is can they over come their differences.
"Dumbledore what do you think you're doing," Minerva yelled, her piercing green eyes drowned in worry.
"I have to Minerva," Dumbledore summarized for her staring out the window. In reality he hated what he had to do, he hated the very thought of running to those things for help, he truly hated it, but he had to put feelings aside. He had to protect the school, and Harry Potter, even it meant letting those things come here.
"B-bu-," Minerva started, but she was cut off by Dumbledore's look. She bowed her head in shame. How could he even possibly think this was right? She wanted to yell, to shout, to force him to change his mind, but she was in no position. All she could do was sit back, and watch him make the worst decision of his life.
"Minerva I have made up my mind," Dumbledore mumbled out, not able to look her in the face. He knew his decision was hurting her, but he had to do it. He had to.
"I-I know. I just..." Minerva trailed off, turning her eyes to the sky. Yeah, she wished there was another way. She wished there was no Dark Lord. She wished that the students could have a normal life. Oh she wished for a lot of things, I guess now was the perfect time that she found out they weren't coming true.
"Minerva please," Dumbledore stated, his eyes filled with doubt and self loathing, and she cringed.
"I respect your decision. I just wish you didn't have to make it," and Dumbledore smiled. She always cared for others, even when her life was in danger. He loved that about her, and he always will.
"Thanks, you're the only one I can trust with this," and it was now her time to smile, her usually fierce face was now soft and elegant.
"Just wait when those things get here, then you'll have problems," Minerva managed out. She looked at Dumbledore before turning around and leaving, knowing full well what he was about to do, and she clenched her fist. They didn't need help, and they didn't want it, especially if it was to come from those things. She looked back at the clad form of Dumbledore and sighed, I guess there is no choice. "Just be careful," She forced out.
"I will," Dumbledore gritted out. His emotions were mixed about this, but he knew what had to be done. He knew what actions he needed to take. He looked out the window and up into the beautiful midnight sky. "Well now or never," Dumbledore said simply before picking up the leaf that lay innocently on his desk. The leaf was a perfectly round shape, with the perfect shade of green, but where it was headed made the beauty die instantly.
"I guess its time to go back," He saw the sparkles of magic wave around the leaf, and panic rose in him. "Back to Kohona," and he disappeared.