Equilibrium
Strawhatter
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Yada yada yada.
Summary: Falling through the veil after his godfather, Harry Potter loses his memories and wakes up in a world even more war torn than the one he had left. Naruto/HP Crossover
Pairing: I have no bloody clue. Not Tsunade though, cause Harry is like what, 15? And she's like...60?
One Last Thing: The OCs in the beginning yeah uh...this is the only major cameo they'll ever have...minus like...maybe one or two lines here and there. Future OCs? Yeah, OCs never play a huge role. Either that or they just die. B|
PROLOGUE.
His conscious awoke to two gruff sounding voices standing what seemed to be a few feet away from him.
They're speaking funny. He vaguely thought. What are they saying anyway? Sounds something like…something like…his mind flashed an image of an asian girl with long black dress like clothing, she felt familiar to him, but he could not place a name on her. Who is she? He wondered.
He heard the faint sounds of leaves being crunched as the two sets of footsteps neared him, but he did not have enough energy to even open his eyes. He felt exhausted beyond repair, his muscles would not move, and despite the fact he felt slightly nervous from not understanding a single word the foreign pair were muttering near him, there was an absent rush of adrenaline coursing through his blood. And although he felt himself building a mantra within his head of cannot die cannot die cannot die-he felt his conscious slip into oblivion.
"You think this kid is alive?" Izanami Saito, a newly minted chunnin asked his partner Hachiro Hayashi as he pointed towards a kid who seemed to be unconscious a few feet in front of them. It was his first week on border duty, and he had yet encountered anything beyond birds and rabbits.
However, Hachiro, unlike his partner, was much less naive, and had several years of hard earned battle experience represented as scars all over his body.
"No, probably faking it or some shit." He didn't see any blood on this kid, and no one in their right mind would come out to this part of the country if they were civilians. Too many wild animals and bandits.
He fingered for a kunai in his pocket, and slowly made his way towards what seemed to be a harmless teenager. Izanami followed right behind him slowly, also getting his kunai ready, whilst some what hoping the kid was some kind of enemy invader so he could at least get some sort of ninja action beyond walking the parameters of Konoha until his legs felt like they were about to fall off.
Walking closer to the teen, the signs of battle were obvious, and they tensed. The strange clothing on the body-foreign by all accounts-were singed at the edges, while thin cuts littered the piece of clothing, dirt caking the black, turning the entire body a slight hue of brown and green with closer inspection. The kid had obviously been laying here since last night's storm.
"Fuck. What are we going to do with this kid?" Izanami asked his partner as Hachiro hit the boy's head with the blunt of his kunai-for extra safety precautions. There was without a doubt this kid was a fighter if these wounds were anything to go by.
"Bring the body back to Konoha I guess. Could be from Iwa for all we know. Nobody dresses like…this." He gestured towards the dress-like apparel that seemed to be extremely hard to move in, before kneeling down to take the vitals of this strangely dressed person.
"Alright Izanami, if we want to get any info out of this kid we'll need to move fast. You carry, I'll be lookout." And with that, Hachiro left Izanami to lift up the body, while he ran on ahead.
"Fucking Hachiro," he cursed under his breath, as he ran after the disappearing figure ahead, going too fast to see an oddly shaped piece of wood fall out of the stranger's pocket.
A flash of crimson.
A scream of anguish.
A dark haired man falling through a veil, the sounds of his own heart beating frantically as he reached his hand out to grab him.
Too late.
He awoke to the smell of antiseptics and a blindingly white room, cuffed to a metal bed. He stared dazedly at a blanched door as a blond woman with a gem of all things on her forehead who seemed to be in her mid-twenties entered, her not quite brown eyes staring at him intently.
"Anata no namae wa, gaki?"
The foreign words passed through his ears with no meaning whatsoever, and he looked at her bewildered.
"Where am I? Who are you?...Who am I?"
A/N: HAHAHA. I AM SUICIDAL FOR STARTING ANOTHER STORY.
Oh well. Tell me what you think of this one, I might just drop one for now and pick it back up later on.
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