With a whirl, Kakashi's Mangekyo sent his head whirling through the various dimensional planes.
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When he awoke, the first thing he saw was a pimply face shouting, "Oy, Ern', lookit this!"
"What's it now, Stan?" Asked the other, presumably 'Ern.'
"A head! An' it looks alive, too!" cried Stan.
"Well, I've been meanin' to find a friend for the other one. Bring 'im up front, now."
What was this? There were… flowery curtains? And rolling beds that swayed with every turn this thing made. The pimply man picked him up (by the hair,) and swung him about as he swayed to the front of the jerking rectangle. "What the hell, you assholes? The fuck are you doing? Ow, that's my hair!" You're gonna screw up my beautiful styling! "Where the Jashindammned hell am I anyways?"
"This 'ere's the Knight Bus, Mr. Head, and I'm Ernie, the conductor," rasped Ern'. "Now, wot're y' doin', appearin' from nowhere like that?"
"I dunno, but getting your head chopped off hurts like hell, so- watch the fucking neck bones, bitch!"
"Well, I'm hopin' you'll like it here. This is Phil, by the way." Ern' pointed to the brown, shriveled thing attatched to a nearby mirror.
"Hey, ye silver-head, how old you be, anyways? Wit' hair like that, ye gotta be sixty!" cried the brown thing, which seemed to be another head lacking a body.
"Shut up, head-bitch. All I wanna do is get the fuck back to my body. Hey what the hell's a 'Bus', anyways?"
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I… don't know. I was watching Prisoner of Azkaban and reading The Blind And The Unseeing (by Stunning Sunset, I don't own, by the way,) and this popped into my head. Sorry about the accents and abbreviations, but I'm trying to transcribe the actual words.
I do not own the Harry Potter or Naruto franchises. This work is fictional, non-canon, and I derive no payment from it. Wrote this for fun, y'all!
I'd really appreciate feedback, since my other story has gotten absolutely nothing and this is my very first crossover. Thank you so much for reading.