Rating: PG-13 (potty mouths)
Summary: What happens when ninja opened their own business…
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or Naruto. Idea was spawned by Crys's 1001 Deaths of Lord Voldemort.
Ninja Business
Lord Voldemort was cackling insanely with his wand trained on a helpless muggle. This was the third night in a row that they were going on raids, and he was enjoying himself immensely.
Unbeknownst to him, two featureless shadows, one with blond hair, one with dark hair, were watching the mayhem. Both were clad entirely in black, with stretchy half-masks covering their mouths and various weapons and scrolls secreted away in countless pouches. Seemingly without regard to gravity, they clung to a vertical wall near the ceiling. Fingers, dexterous from forming seals for years, flashed quickly through a sign language.
Hey, bastard, didn't think your idea for our business worked that well.
Idiot, everyone hates snakes.
But why do they always have to look like them, too?
Too much exposure. That dog clan looks like their mutts, too. And think of that loon over in Sand. For that matter, get a mirror for yourself.
Hey, it's not my fault that I got stuck with the Fox!
Whatever. Let's get down to business.
Yeah. After Orochimaru, that one should be a piece of cake.
Fingers continued flashing, but this time, it wasn't any kind of sign language...