AAARG!!!!
I just realized that I posted the wrong verson of my story!!! GRRRRR
So i decided to delete and try again
My first Naruto fic! Ok, I decided that since I absalutly (sp) love Kankuro, and Harry Potter, I decided to put them together! And I have difficulty finding a good hpxnaruto story with Kankuro in it sobs Though I can't garrentee (sp) that it would be good. Usually Gaara dominates everything, grrrr. D: Hmm, lets see what else...
voices: declaimer...
Ah, yes, Kankuro is about 15 years old, and-
voices: delaimer...
-still hates kids, a virtue that I happen to like, seeing as I have no great love for them either.
voices: You don't own Naruto...
oh, and I don't own Naruto
voices Or Harry Potter...
Life Sucks
I hate my life.
Kankuro thought after receiving a message from the Kazekage, his little brother. It was early in the morning, even for him, and he was up late last night, "training", or rather, participating in an activity that very much tired him out. It was one thing to have a bossy older sister, that would be expected, but to have to take orders from a younger brother? That sucked, but it was always that way, although now it was because he was the Kazekage, and not because Kankuro was afraid of him.
Sighing, he walked over to his closet and pulled out his black jumpsuit and irritably pulled it on, then he took out his jar of red war paint and applied it quicker and more effectively then anyone else who might of done it. When he was done, he pulled on his hat, his gloves, and strode out his door, swiftly taking his summoning scrolls off the counter.
It was still dark out, the desert wind blowing gently through the very much empty streets, and made feeble attempts to push back the lone black clad figure walking sullenly down it. He took a deep breath, he liked the Suna at night, so peaceful. Except if you go into a bar, then that there is a whole different story...
Damn it Gaara, why couldn't you have called me some other time? Like after breakfast perhaps?
Kankuro grumbled to himself, he reached up and clamped down on his hat as a powerful gust of wind tried to steal it from him.
Two hours sleep! Have mercy! Just because you don't sleep, doesn't mean everyone else doesn't either...
At last he reached the Kazekage's place, Kankuro just stood there and stared at the building for a few minutes. A light was on in one of the top windows, all others were out. The light was his dear little brother's room...
At last deciding he couldn't put it off any longer, he walked inside, making sure to track sand onto the front mat and down the hall, even making it as far as the stairs. Kankuro doubted that this would bother Gaara, but he was in a bad mood.
Climbing the stairs, he made his way slowly down the hall towards the Kazekage's room, pausing a heartbeat, before knocking.
"Enter"
Kankuro pushed open the door and stepped into a dimly lit room, the only light source was the lamp on the desk, which was where the red headed teen was sitting.
"You sent for me Gaara?" Kankuro asked, half hoping it was a mistake, and that he could go right home and pass out on his bed.
"Yes"
Damn
"Why?" Kankuro asked, his mood clearly evident in his voice. If Gaara had eyebrows, he would have raised them, instead he continued on with a cool note in his voice.
"I have a mission for you" He said, his cold blue eyes surveying his older brother. Gaara could clearly read a "No duh" look on Kankuro's face behind his war paint. Obviously he wasn't in the best of moods. Kankuro was pretty good at getting out of bed, at any time. Though he does seem to make an exception for three thirty in the morning...
I'm being sent to protect some punk ass kid, Great.
Kankuro had a large backpack slung over his back, inside was a change in clothes, several jars of war paint, and an assortment of other items.
Wizards? A magic castle? FAR FAR AWAY??? Who the hell is this Harry Potter person? Why should we get involved in affairs that are not our own?
Kankuro's bad mood had deepened, and was now willing to complain about anything. Temari stopped by and told him to stop whining, lectured him on behaving seeing as he was representing the Sand Village. She went on about good edict, polite behavior, until it got to the point when Kankuro could see her lips moving, but the words they formed didn't make it all the way to his brain.
Finally she stopped, "And be careful". Then, at last, it was over. He nodded and walked out of his house, Temari walking silently beside him.
What makes this guy so important that they would hire shinobi from over a thousand miles away to protect him? "It will all be explained upon arrival" Bullshit!
It occurred to Kankuro that he didn't even know how he was going to get there, how was he going to travel thousands of miles in one weeks time?
His question was answered as soon as he entered the Kazekage's office. Gaara had an old tin can sitting on his desk. After a lengthy explanation from Gaara, he found out that it was an item called a portkey, and it would immediately transport him to were he wanted to go.
Kankuro was impressed, but a little doubtful. He just couldn't see how can this little piece of junk carry him halfway across the world.
When I get there, I am to talk to some old Geezer that goes by the name "Albus Dumbledore" he will be the one to explain this all to me. As if Gaara couldn't explain it all to me now...
"Here are your instructions for when you get there," Gaara said, handing him a small scroll. Kankuro took it and pulled it open. Reading, Kankuro found out that he was going to a place called "The Leaky Cauldron" before going to his destination. And the place he was going to was a school...
Wait...
School...?
"Hogwarts is a school?" Kankuro asked, surprised, and not pleasantly. The sand-nin regarded him for a few moments with his cool blue eyes before saying "Yes, Temari and I thought that this would help your general attitude towards... younger people"
So Temari was in on this? Bitch.
"You can hardly lecture me on treatment of other people Gaara!" The puppet master said hotly. His younger sib narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything. Kankuro then began to get nervous, he decided that it was probably time to go.
He walked up to the tin can, "How do I work this Gaara?" He asked dully, now thinking of how his year was going to be. Oh the endless joy he will have...
"Simply put your hand on it, and wait" Gaara said, to Kankuro's annoyance, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Reaching towards it, he placed a couple of fingers on it and waited. A few minutes later, Kankuro, now feeling very stupid, was just about to tell Gaara off, (something he would never have done before) when he felt it. A hard jerk behind his belly button and his feet leaving the ground. After that, it was all a huge blur of color, and roaring wind. Kankuro kept wondering if his hat was going to fly off.
WHAM
His feet slammed into the ground, only because of his training did he manage to stay on his feet. Once he pulled himself together, he looked around. He appeared to be in an alley. The puppet master then decided to look at the scroll Gaara gave him in greater detail.
He studied the first part carefully, then stuffed it into his pocket. So, the Leaky Cauldren (what kind of name was that?) was right around the corner. He travelled quickly down the alley, and peeked around the corner. There were still a few people out and about, not many though, it was still early in the morning.
Kankuro realized that he was now standing right beside the door he was suppose to go in. Looking quickly around, he grabbed the handle and entered.
I thought Gaara said this place was famous...
It was very shabby, at least a lot shabbier then any of the places that the sand-nin was used to going. He stood there akwardly for a few moments, causing him to be stared at by a few of the people that were there. Though it probably had more to do with his face paint and general outfit, his cat hat.
"Is yer name Kankeru?" A deep voice boomed from Kankuro's right, he jumped slightly and turned sharply to face the owner of the voice.
Holy Fuck! When I read that this guy was big, I didn't think he'd be HUGE!
The man towered over Kankuro, making him feel like a small child. The puppet master decided that he didn't like this giant man very much.
"It's Kankuro" He said, annoyed, he never met someone who could murder his name so well. "Are you Higrad?"
Might as well return the favor...
"It's Hagrid, Rubeus Hagrid, please teh meet yeh"
The pleasures all yours
"I am Kankuro, of the Village hidden in the sand, I have a mission regarding the safety of one known as Harry Potter" Kankuro said in flawless english.
Damn, I don't think Temari could have done it better.
"Oh, and pleased teh meet yeh too" Kankuro added innocently. Hagrid gave him a suspicious look, but made no inquiry. "Yeh be stayin' at this Inn fer a while," He said "One week at least".
Kankuro gave him a confused look, his dark green eyes then flickered to and fro through the pub. "Why? I don't understand this part of my instructions, why do I have to stay here for a week? Why can't I just go to Hogwarts?"
Hagrid sighed, "The person you be guardn' won't be there fer a whole week, that's when school starts yeh see, an' Dumbledore wants you to get familiar with the wizarding world before yeh go"
"Ah, so I suppose teh stay here, my instructions say somethin' 'bout gettin' school supplies, seeing as I be goin' ter this school for a whole year" Kankuro was very pleased with his impersonation, though he wasn't sure if the giant oaf realized he was being impersonated.
"Yes, I'll be the one helpin' yeh in purchasing your supplies" The big man said, looking at Kankuro with a small frown on his face, at least, Kankuro assumed it was a frown, it was hard to tell with all that beard in his face.
"An' when yer done this week, you'll be goin' to the train station to ride with all the other students attending the school."
All the other...?
"So tell me, so what ages does Hogwarts take?" Kankuro asked, hoping against hope that his prayers would be answered.
"ages eleven to seventeen, firs' year to seventh, you'll be in fifth year as far as I can tell"
"eleven to seventeen..."
That meant that there were probably several hundred students that were younger then him... Several hundred KIDS.
FUCK!!!
Kankuro seems to be very bitchy in this chapter, then again, who wouldn't under those circimstances? I'm still not sure whether or not I should add some Konoha ninja, maybe I should, can't have Kankuro have the whole story... or maybe I can... Suggestions are welcome, in fact I encourage them.
And this is the first story in my fanfiction career that I don't have any OC's!!! dances around
Anyway, please review. Flame if you like, I've trained myself to be impervious to such things
