Alright, so here is the re-written version of my story, An Immortal's Journey as a Wizard. I'll still be holding the polls for who she ends up with, but romance is not going to be the main focus of this story. Set in fifth year. I hope you enjoy, and here's the current tally. Also, don't forget that I can also bring in people from Konoha as candidates.
Severus Snape: 5
Harry Potter: 4
Weasley Twins: 6
Neville: 4
Oliver Wood: 2
Sirius: 3
Viktor Krum: 4
The room was dark, the light of the dying sun filtering through the large window of the Hokage's office. "You called for me Kakashi-sensei?"
"Hai, I did. I know you've been bored these last few weeks. Bored enough to fall back on your pranks, so I figured you deserved a mission." Standing up, the silver-haired man walked around his desk to sit on the edge, arms crossed over his Hokage robes. "Akatsuki is gone, and peace has settled over the Elemental Nations. For fighters such as you and I, sitting around doing mundane C-Rank missions is torture."
Picking up a scroll beside him, decorated with bright purple stars and blue sparkles, Kakashi grimaced as he held out the horrendously decorated… thing. "We've received a mission from the Outlands. We've not had such a call from this particular person since the Sandaime's time when I was sent on a near similar mission."
Tossing the scroll to his former student, he watched as she caught it and opened it, eyes scanning the contents with a keen eye. "A Guard mission? Witches and Wizards? Seriously, Sensei, if this is a joke to get back at me for the polka-dot boxers, I apologize completely."
But it was obviously no joke despite his semi-wince from the mention of the Incident. "Your cover name is Nitaka Komoru, unfortunately, your escapades as Uzumaki Naruto has reached even the Outlands. I could send someone else, but I'd really prefer not having to listen to your whining anymore."
Her hand drifted to the back of her head, a sheepish smile curving her lips. "Well excuse me, but it's not exactly my fault that missions have begun to slow down."
Sighing, the Rokudaime Hokage stood up and grabbed something from the desk's drawer, "You leave now, and don't bother giving any excuses." He cut off her protest, "I've seen you, whenever you're summoned for a mission, you always have everything prepared and have already said your goodbyes. The last time I let you out to pack, you simply spent the hour at Ichiriku's."
"It was a goodbye ramen…" She chuckled weakly, her shoulders shrugging innocently. "I'm sure the school will have ramen." The silver-haired man held up a rotten flute, the wood aged past its prime and looking rather moldy. "Our employer, Dumbledore-san, will meet you. Apparently, this thing is called a portkey and will transport you directly to him. I'll see you in a year's time and I expect a bi-monthly report."
Tossing the flute to the girl in front of him, she caught it deftly and barely managed to yelp out goodbye before a sensation, not unlike that of being hooked by the navel, pulled her through a tube and she squeezed out the other end.
"I see you've arrived safely." She looked up, straight into the twinkling blue eyes of one Dumbledore-san. "Y-You! You're Dumbledore?"
Okay, I hope you've enjoyed this short beginning, and I'll try to hurry up and update. Also, you can find a poll to vote on my profile page as well. :)
Write with joy, and read with heart.
Signing out, Oblivion
