Death's Pale Court – Transversing Universes
TBL: Hey, y'all. TBL here AGAIN. Hope you like it... I'm really defiling fanfiction here.
This is a fiction from a challenge made by the lovely KingofLoosePages. The challenge is as follows:
-Harry Potter/Naruto Crossover
-Harry/Deidara
Harry gets arrested, make up your own reason why, but escapes before he can be sent to Azkaban. Somehow he finds his way to the Hidden Countries and ends up working as a lone Jack of all Trades for hire. He ends up eventually being hired to work with someone from Akatsuki on a mission that needs his specific skills. Meanwhile, in the wizarding world, people are frantically searching for their savior because of the looming threat of a dark lord. The rest is for you to figure out.
-The person from Akatsuki can be Deidara, but it doesn't have to be. Just the pairing.
-Can have an animagus form
-If Voldemort is dead, another dark lord HAS to take his place
-Try not to make Harry a weak uke, strive for a strong seme, but if you can't don't make him weak
Now, I stray away from this a bit, but I'm sure it's okay.
Summary: "The very earth trembles in his wake."
After almost being arrested by the Ministry, Harry is caught by dementors eventually. Instead of hurting him, they send him to another world. A nameless world with Hidden Countries. Coming upon Konoha after a rather interesting meeting with a demon, he starts to carve out his destiny. After being cast out of the village, he turns to doing jobs for random people all over. Then, he gets offered a position in the Akatsuki.
Warnings: slash, sex, swearing, violence, rape? (not on Harry, of course), torture, bestiality?, cannibalism? (I'm leaning more towards yes than no), anything I can think of
Pairings (dominant to least dominant): (past) Sasori x Deidara, Harry (Raidon) x Orochimaru x Deidara, Harry x OC?
Disclaimer: I, Tainted Blood Lust, do not own neither Naruto nor Harry Potter. They belong to their respective owners. I DO however own this plot. Please, no stealing.
This will be where my darker muses come out and play. PLEASE proceed with caution.
X
"To that high Capital, where kingly Death
Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay,
He came."
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
X
Ron, Hermoine, and the other stopped at a tank. It was filled with deep-green water, big enough for all of them to swim in. Harry could vaguely see white shapes floating in it from his position. He hung back from the others, although he didn't know why. It was an instinct of some sort. Harry looked around him while the others whispered amongst themselves.
"What're those things?" That was Ron. Harry gave the room another glance. Next to him on a wall was an ornate staff in a glass case. He moved closer, as if a stranger in his own body. He marveled at the intricate details. A sudden urge to take it gripped him, and he didn't resist.
After all, what harm could it possibly do?
Glancing around rapidly to see if the others were still distracted, he vanished the glass and quickly pulled the staff out. He shrunk it with a whispered spell and put it in the pocket of his robes. He looked up to see that they had just opened a door to get out and ran over to them.
He had a godfather to save.
X
Harry saw red. She killed Sirius! A spell came to mind and he used it without hesitation.
"CRUCIO!" he roared. LeStrange fell to the floor when the spell hit her. She twitched mildly then turned to face Harry.
"Little bitty Potter could cast a Crucio." She cackled madly.
"Could he?," she said with a maniacal grin. Her taunts, if possible, made Harry even angrier.
"Crucio," he hissed, unknowingly sounding eerily like Voldemort. Her back arched, and the screams bounced off the walls, sweet music to Harry's ears. LeStrange's evil grin seemed to have transferred to Harry's own lips.
Unbeknown to the two, the Minister had just ran in, alerted by the screams. One of his many devices for the Ministry had told him that there were unwelcome visitors in the building. Fudge's eyes widened when he saw the scene going on between Potter and LeStrange. He should arrest Potter for that!
"Potter!" Fudge exclaimed.
Harry snapped out of it and turned to face the other. This gave LeStrange enough time to scramble to a floo. Just before she got there though, Harry whirled around, wand out.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" he shouted. The green ray shot towards the witch, and she slumped to the ground, dead. The Minister's eyes were wide, and his jaw was open. Just then, two aurors came running in, slightly out of breath.
"Minister!" one cried.
"H-h-he KILLED her!" Fudge said, pointing at Harry. "Arrest him, Thompson!"
Harry started to panic. They were going to arrest him! Couldn't they hear the sounds of Dumbledore and Voldemort dueling?
The three moved forward, and Harry wished he was anywhere but here. A sound like a clap of thunder sounded, and the trio had to close their eyes and cover their ears. They opened them soon after. Only to discover that Harry Potter was gone.
X
Harry looked around at his new surroundings. He was back at number 4 Privet Drive.
How did he end up here?
He must have had a subconscious... Well, he did feel a force bringing him here...
The book!
Suddenly, he was glad he was here. Well, somewhat. He still hated the Dursleys with every fiber f his being. No matter, he had to get his possessions and leave as soon as possible. He took long strides to the door and knocked just to annoy his aunt.
Freaks shouldn't touch her door, as everyone else did, after all. They didn't want his germs.
Harry curled his lip in disgust, remembering the lecture. No one answered after a minute, and he entered.
"I'm home!" he called. Petunia, housewife that she was, was still in the house. She squeaked and dropped something with a crash. She came over to the door entrance where Harry was standing.
She growled. He smiled with false sweetness.
"I've come for some things," he said.
"Take it!" she hissed lowly. "And get out of here too!"
He gave a shark's grin. "Will do."
Harry climbed up the creaky steps, taking his time and stepping on the noisiest steps. Eventually he reached his room. He studied the numerous locks. Simply waving his hand, Harry unlocked them all, all at once. He sauntered in, feeling proud, and squatted by the loose floorboard where he kept his most precious things. He lifted it to reveal only two books. One was a thin red book with no title. It was his journal. The other was large and black, obviously older. Its golden title stood out ominously.
Road to Perdition.
Harry took both of them under his arm and quickly went back to the door, realizing his time was almost at an end in the house. He was almost out the door when he heard Petunia mutter something.
"Good for nothing bastard of a freak..."
His eyes narrowed and chilled. He stared her down, seemingly piercing her very soul. Before she knew it, she had a blood red gun sticking into her stomach. She looked down, and her eyes widened in fear. He nudged her slightly, and she backed away.
Then hit the wall.
Still staring into his eyes, Petunia felt the gun warming up for some odd reason. Then, he said those damning words.
"Avada Kedavra."
After she fell to the ground with glassy eyes, much like LeStrange, Harry turned and walked calmly out of there. He then apparated away with a loud crack. As the neighbors came out to see what the sound was, an eagle owl flew to the window with a Ministry missive. Its wise golden eyes took in the scene, and gave a soft hoot.
X
Harry arrived at Grimmuald Place after appartating. He couldn't think of a safer place to stay while on the run. Ever since visiting Gringotts and finding out he had inherited it from Sirius (seeing as he was a convict at the time), he had booted the Order of the Phoenix (Dumbledore's little secret rebellion group, his familiar had told him) out of there. He laughed as he walked in. They still didn't know why they couldn't remember where their headquarter was. He was glad in a sense, he was told about the group before he went to school.
The house's magic reached out to see if it was really the Master of the house (all others had the magic sucked out of them and were thrown out). It deemed him satisfactory, but the magic still clung to him like a cloak.
"Yes," he said, stretching, "It's good to be back."
He sat on a couch and sighed in contentment.
"Kreacher!" he barked suddenly. A pop was heard, and then a small, ugly creature appeared. Trembling, it bowed with its long ears falling to cover its face.
"What can Kreacher be doing for Master Potter-Black, sir?" Harry considered all the things he needed and then nodded to himself.
"Kreacher, fetch me writing materials and make a nice meal also." Harry thought for a bit while Kreacher waited, obviously anticipating the move. "And make sure to get my trunk from Hogwarts as well as anything I own there."
He leaned forward menacingly. "Do not let yourself be seen by anyone."
"If Master wishes it, it shall be done," Kreacher intoned, almost fearfully, then popped back out.
Harry sighed. He had a lot of work to do.
X
It had been a whole month since Harry Potter had 'mysteriously vanished' from the Wizarding World. The wizard in question was currently sitting at his kitchen table reading the Daily Prophet article about him and his 'heinous deeds'. He chuckled, the Wizarding World was so fickle. He quickly finished his breakfast and then got up. He had some business to attend to in Knocturne Alley. He grabbed the leather jacket he had found in Sirius' room. He also put on his cloak and pulled the hood up so only his Avada Kedavra green eyes showed. Before he could forget, he grabbed the mysterious staff he had found at the Ministry. He trusted his instincts that were telling him to take it for some reason. He walked out of the house and then quietly apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. Ignoring the suspicious glances, he pushed some magic into his fingers and tapped the bricks.
He swiftly passed the people milling around to go to the darker alley. The wizards and witches here never spared him a glance. He walked into an unused side street and checked to see if anyone was around . Finding no one, he tugged on the bond in his mind and spoke in Umbran, "Judas."
The shadows gathered and quickly formed a shape. It removed itself from the shadows and floated towards Harry. He smiled a little and reached out his hand to pet the small creature covered in cloth.
"I knew you needed to get out, Judas," he said with a fond look, this time in English. "Come, let's go scare them."
Judas let out a rattling sound, and Harry knew his familiar was excited. Harry walked out of the side street and stalked purposefully towards a small store hidden in the shadows of the alley. Above it was a picture of two wands crossed. The door creaked as he opened it.
"Someone should have that fixed," Harry muttered to himself.
A head peaked out from behind one of the many shelves filled with wands.
"Ah! A costumer I see!" she exclaimed. She said nothing about the weird staff he already had that practically emitted power. She went back to the shelves and stood there, staring at the wands and contemplating which one to pick up. Harry interrupted her, "I need a custom-made wand."
She gasped, and then the wand maker eyed him critically. "You sure you have the money, kid?"
"Of course," he replied. She stared at him again, her gaze piercing, much like his own. Her eyes widened minutely. She looked fine to the untrained eye, but Harry could see that she was trembling the slightest bit.
"Come back later," she commanded, her voice as hard as steel.
"Excuse me?" he asked. She glared at him darkly.
"Go."
He smiled maliciously.
"Judas," he called once again. His little familiar came forward to hover next to him. Her eyed widened to epic proportions.
"Y-y-you-" He cut her off sharply.
"The wand." The air got colder as Judas responded to his Master's emotions. She swallowed audibly before quickly nodding her head.
"Come with me to the back then," she said shakily. He followed her as she went to another room, Judas trailing along behind. The room the trio entered was quite large and held various types of woods in all shapes and sizes as well as many shelves filly with core ingredients.
"Close your eyes," the wand maker instructed. "Now, reach out your magic and pick up whatever suits you best."
Harry did exactly that, trusting Judas to harm her if necessary. He walked around, almost blindly, to grab items. He fell out of his trance when he had grabbed everything and then looked at his items. He held what looked like a spine, a small ceramic jar, another one with something floating in liquid, and a slab of iridescent green metal lay at his feet. She stared at him, amazed by the choices and yet at the primal sense of fear. She then snapped out of her shock.
"Let's see," she said, examining the items, "We have here a human spine, the soul of an Egyptian priest-" She pointed at the black ceramic jar. "-the eye of a baby Basilisk-" A jab of the finger at the other container. "-and... I have no idea what kind of metal this is..."
"Just make it," Harry said. She nodded then went to a large cauldron with a clear bubbling liquid.
"Put them in there," she said. He put each in with care, taking the closed eye out of the jar and throwing the soul in, still in its jar. "Now, we wait."
They stared at it in rapt attention for several minutes before something happened. The clear mixture suddenly turned onyx black and thickened, resembling tar. White fog spilled out and rapidly filled the room. The wand maker looked at it in open curiosity. The sludge slowly drained form the cauldron after a moment (going only Merlin knows where). Harry peered inside. Laying there was not a wand but a staff. The 'wooden' part reached Harry's chin and was a bone white that shone with a green sheen in the light. On top of the somewhat crooked staff was the baby Basilisk eye with both 'lids' down, saving both of them from being killed or paralyzed. On two sides opposite each other on the upper part of the staff were two thin metal blades that extended a bit above Harry's head. They resembled curvy 'L's.
Harry reached into the cauldron and took it out of there. He swung it in a wide arch, and warmth traveled through his body as black sparks came out.
It was perfect.
Judas rattled in excitement.
"Try it out and say a spell," the wand maker said, nervous and stunned at the powerful young man.
Feeling it was the right thing to do, he rapped his staff on the floor and called out, "Lumos!"
An almost blinding light shone, and both had to cover their eyes. It died down, and they pulled their arms back. Harry spun around and looked at her with a critical eye, much like she had done before. She resisted the strong urge to fidget.
"How much?" he said, ready to bargain. She smiled weakly.
"Free for you."
Harry nodded. "Excellent."
He walked out of the back room and into the streets without so much as a 'goodbye'. She watched him go, feeling something akin to uncertainty well up from deep within her. She was certain that this would change history. Permanently.
Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing was yet to be decided by the Fates.
X
Harry walked out of there, satisfied beyond belief. Judas followed, as usual, as he went to another side street to apparate again. People stayed clear of him, what with his strange, but no less dangerous, staves and familiar. The air around them felt heavy and suffocating, and the people in Knockturne Alley felt horror.
Harry suddenly stopped walking, remembering something. He turned back to Judas. He petted him for a minute then spoke, "I need you to go, Judas."
Everyone around him jumped as their fears were confirmed. "I'm going to Diagon Alley to pick up a book."
Judas nodded then melted back into the alley's many shadows. He made his way past the border of the two alleys. He still had his staves in hand (as opposed to shrunken and in his pocket) and made an intimidating figure even without Judas. People eyed him warily and parted like the Red Sea, making a clear-cut path for Harry. He froze as something tickled the back of his senses and turned around, falling into an offensive stance with the staves in front of him. That was the only warning the wizards and witches got before the cold invaded. People started screaming and running around as three dementors glided in, leaving nightmares in their wake. They stopped when they spotted Harry and swiftly cornered him. He looked around and hissed with his weapon still out, looking very much like a feral animal. One of them got closer.
"We do not come to harm you, little one," it said as it looked at him, through him. All of them seemed to bask in his unseen aura.
Harry straightened momentarily. "How do I know you won't?"
"It is in the Code of Honor," another answered with a bowed head. Harry nodded, satisfied. Judas had told him a little of the Code of Honor.
"We are to take you to the other humans," the last stated. Harry assumed they meant the Ministry. It continued, "We can send you to another place to get away from the ill-willed humans."
Harry considered the offer then nodded. "First, take me to these humans. I would like to see their faces. Then, transport me."
The first dementor to have spoken – the leader he assumed – bobbed its head up and down. "That is an acceptable plan."
The leader put a scaly hand on Harry's shoulder. They used the dementor form of apparation and left in a mass of shadows. The streets remained empty as they left, eerie in their silence.
X
When Harry could see again, he saw the inside of the Ministry building. The waiting aurors in the Dementor Room were idly waiting behind a Patronus Wall. They started when they saw him arrive.
"You traitor!" one cried. The other gave him a dirty look. Some people just didn't know when to shut up.
"Harry Potter," he said formally, "You are under arrest. Resist and we will use any means of force necessary."
The Minister burst in, trying to look regal and failing miserably. "Potter!"
Harry gave them a vicious smile, and the trio was shocked. He wasn't supposed to be that lucid.
"I'd say it was nice meeting you, Fudge, but it isn't," he said and then added, "Send Voldemort my regards."
Fudge was confused. "You're not going anywhere, Potter!"
"Now," the boy rattled. The other humans backed away. What was the boy doing now?
"Of course, young Master." The dementors began to chant, scaring Fudge and the aurors even more. The room suddenly plunged into darkness and rapidly cooled. After a moment, the room returned to normal. The trio looked around to find that the dementors were gone.
But what was more worrying was that Harry Potter was gone too.
X
Harry groaned as he woke up. His eyes – so much like the Killing Curse – snapped open at the sound of tree and twigs breaking, instantly on alert. He took in the scenery around him. Tall trees were everywhere; he was, obviously, in a forest. He saw that all of his possessions were on the ground. He swiftly got off of the forest floor, cat-like in his grace. He waved his hand, expecting his magic to shrink the items so he could fit them in his pockets. Nothing happened.
His eyes narrowed.
He tried again, and it didn't work again. Obviously, this wasn't a fluke. He decided to pick up the items and put them all in a pile. Maybe this would work. He flicked his hand once more. A hole opened below his belongings, and shadowy tendrils rose up to cover them in a net. Afterwards, all of this sunk neatly into the ground again, leaving the earth looked as innocent as before. Harry 'smiled'. So these powers did work here then. Wonderful.
If that worked, then his animagus formation would be successful. Faster than the eye could blink, a snake, perhaps 3.7 meters long, lay in his spot, with Harry no where in sight. The sunlight did not glint off his scales but rather was absorbed by them. The same green orbs stared out. Harry's animagus animal – Apep he called it – flickered his tongue out to taste the air. Two unknown beasts. Hm. He had to check out the threat.
The snake reared up then dived to the ground. Instead of hitting it, his head melted in with the floor's shadows. The rest of the body followed. Soon, there was a snake-shaped, black shape on the ground. It rapidly slithered along like a moving painting on the ground. He stopped when he saw two raging creatures taunting each other. Harry repeated his earlier process, this time in reverse. He slithered up a tree and watched. The native forest animals were oddly silent in the presence of the other three.
One of the other two beasts was a giant fox. It had nine tails, strangely enough and seemed to be made of fire. Its red coat gave off a glow, and some of the trees around them were on fire from its rage and loss of control. Its black eyes had no whites or pupil, just an abyss. They stayed trained on the last one. It was a snake of some sorts. It was just shy of even with the fox height-wise. It definitely outranked it in length. It had eight heads and tails. One head in particular was larger than the rest – the leading head Harry assumed. Mini mountains and trees adorned its wide back, complimenting the dark brown color of its scales that seemed to be made of dirt. The skin even had cracks running through it, reminding Harry of the pictures of deserts. The snake reared up to an impressive height.
"You shall never prevail!" it hissed, looking down at the fox with furious red eyes. The other growled out something in return, but Harry was unable to translate. The conversion he heard was one-sided, but the meaning was clear.
The fox suddenly roared in anger, a battle cry it seemed. The snake hissed out a laugh. The began to circle each other. The snake still looked amused, and the other's anger had increased. The nine-tails, finally having enough, lunged at the serpent. Its jaws were aimed at the throat (one of them at least). The reptile dodged sluggishly – still managing to avoid it – and swung at the fox with its massive tails. Its strength made up for its speed, and the mammal was sent flying. It skidded back, trees crushing under the fox's weight. It rolled on its feet, and fire erupted from it in a flare. More trees caught on fire. Its roar was deafening this time.
It charged to grab one of the snake's tails with its teeth, and its claws dug in. The eight-tails turned around, fangs shown on all heads. The nine-tails got distracted trying to avoid the deadly poison, and the reptile's tail turned with a vengeance. This time, the other managed – just barely – to land on all four paws. Both had wounds by now, the fox bleeding what looked like magma while the snake's blood was thick and black. The nine-tails leaped off the ground in a spectacular feat to land squarely on the serpent's nature-infested back. Its black claws dug in once again, and it tore off a tree wildly. The eight-tails tried to buck the other off, but it was unsuccessful. It bit on the lead head with a sickening crunch of bones being broken. The relatively quick battle ended with the reptile's abrupt death, and the mammal left with a victorious bark.
Harry finally removed himself from the tree and slithered over to the dead beast. He transformed back to his regular human self. He surveyed the body that dwarfed his own. A plan came to his brilliant mind quickly. He smirked deviously.
"If I could... Yes, yes... It would owe me a debt. Wonderful," he said under his breath to himself. He snapped his fingers, and his items were called from the ground. The shadows lingered a bit, as if reluctant to leave then retreated into the earth once more. He picked up his new staff with the blades and then eyed the other one critically. He decided not to use it and turned to the rapidly-cooling corpse. He raised it, putting all his concentration into his task. He slashed it down, starting the process. He started to say some words in a low guttural language that was impossible for most. He said it over and over again, creating a fast chant. His free hand and staff waved around in a seemingly random matter, conducting an otherworldly symphony. The animals in the forest, sensing the ancient magic at work perhaps, fled. Harry paid them no mind and continued. A white light that grew steadily larger and brighter enveloped the reptile.
Harry's green eyes glowed with power. The chanting reached a pinnacle then suddenly stopped. Instead of sinking into the snake like it was supposed to, it rushed to Harry. It swirled around him, hesitating it seemed, then forced its way in. His mouth opened in a silent scream. He clutched his head and fell to his knees. He finally let out the scream that so desperately wanted to come out. The sound echoed in the silent, abandoned forest. Harry curled into the fetal position. Black covered his vision, and he, against his nature, gave in.
X
Harry woke up in pain again, and he feebly croaked. He slowly sat up on his haunches. He looked around and saw his possessions scattered around him. He found that he was leaning against a tree and put a hand on the rough bark to drag himself up. His tail–
His eyes widened in shock, and he turned around to looked at his new appendage. He had a long black reptilian tail swinging back and forth behind him. He took a good look at himself and discovered large onyx scales littered on his arms. He could feel scales on his legs also from the friction there. His already tall form was even taller now, bordering on abnormal. He closed his eyes and dove into his core, trying to find his soul and magic. His magic was still the same but his soul... His soul had somehow fused with the soul of the eight-tails.
He paled. He had made a gross miscalculation in his... operation. "Fuck."
That summed it all up. He got to his senses and pushed his emotions behind his mental walls. Still immersed in his trance-like state, he savagely growled (mentally of course). He 'reached out' to figuratively grab the snake's soul and ripped information out of it. There was a struggle, but Harry's superior willpower overcame the reptile. He quickly made a cage, making sure to create a semi-powerful one until he could go back and update it. He brutally pushed the foreign soul into the container. Weakened from the previous fight, it went in easily.
He came out of his trance somewhat, alert of the world on a certain level. He organized the stolen information after putting some runes on the cage. He decided to look over the memories he had taken out.
X
After learning what he could, he wandered the forest. He knew it would be a while before he was hungry, and he wanted to find the settlement. The dementors had left him some galleons in a pouch (how they got him those, he would never know), so he had something to work with.
He was apparently in a world with no name, other than the Outside to the demons that lived in a separate realm that was still connected to this world. They spoke a language that was almost exactly like Japanese. The history was the main part he had grabbed, and it was quite extensive since the male demon was so old. The Hidden Countries was their idea of continents and countries put together. He had assimilated the knowledge of the language and had chosen a new name for himself.
Tsuki Raidon.
Tsuki, meaning moon. Raidon, the name of a thunder god. The newly-named Raidon thought it was fitting. He knew that the families, or clans, all had symbols. He decided to make his a simple moon with a lightning bolt running through it.
As for the forest-walking, apparation, unfortunately, didn't work. Although he did discover that his magic had turned into this world's 'magic': chakra. He didn't know how to control it yet. Yet. He planned to go to a village – namely the first village around here: Konoha – to learn this. He was currently in the Land of Fire, but that was a while off. He settled on the smaller village nearby. Along with food, he needed regular clothes to blend in. His current attire just wouldn't do. Furthermore, he needed more weapons. His staves were good and all (as was his gun), but he needed others. The most popular ones were shruniken and kunai.
He stopped his thoughts when the village was in sight. Raidon saw that there was a wall surrounding it, quite high too. He walked around it, finding the entrance eventually. Two guards, armed to the teeth, stood there, silently watching. They tensed when they saw him, ready to fight, and he gave them a charming smile.
"Hello," he said sweetly. They still eyed him warily. He knew he looked weird with his jeans, black t-shirt leather jacket, and tail wrapped around his waist, disguised as a thick belt. He gave off a dangerous aura with his staves in hand. The two seemed to ignore it for some reason. Perhaps it was the staves?
"Purpose?" the one on the right barked. Raidon smiled charmingly.
"Nothing, just visiting a relative," he said.
"Really?" the one on the left inquired suspiciously. Raidon's eyes glowed.
"Really." Their eyes glazed over, and they moved out of the way. Raidon strutted through confidently. He walked in and glanced around, a hard-won instinct, and committed the scene to memory. The people inside also looked at him oddly, but he paid them no mind, sensing no immediate threats. Relatively quick, he found a clothing store (much to the delight of those muttering about 'people with no fashion sense'). He looked around for clothes that suited his style and were practical. He got several copies of those that he got. He got sleeveless trench coats (quite expensive), fingerless gloves (for his staff-handling), long black pants, what looked like combat boots, and some shirts (mostly fishnet, what were these people thinking?). He also got a large quantity of bandages (which seemed to be quite popular) for his arms. The woman behind the counter looked at him dubiously then back to the clothes and back.
"Are you sure you can afford that?" she asked, attempting to get the doubt out of her voice and failing.
"Yes," he answered simply. He took out his sack filled with gold and dropped two coins on the desk. "Is this enough?"
She took it, examined, it, and then bit down on it (a rather antique way of doing things). She whispered, "This is real gold..."
"Indeed, it is," Raidon answered with a straight face. Although anyone who knew him could see the amusement in his eyes.
"That's fine, sir," she said, greed shining in her eyes. He ignored her. Stupid humans. Raidon gathered his possessions and left without another word.
"They think you a shinobi," the eight-tails whispered weakly. Instead of shutting it up, Raidon said nothing. He had already guessed that fact. He eventually found a store with a bathroom where he could change into his clothes. He swiftly put them on, having a difficult time with the bandages but then getting it. He walked out briskly to find a weapons store. Raidon idly surveyed the crowd and view while moving. A subtle touch had him whirling around, green orbs narrowed. It was a small kid in ratty clothes. Her hand was just barely touching his pocket. So she was trying to steal from him.
His eyes darkened, and they promised pain. Raidon caught the stunned girl's hand and squeezed it harshly. She whimpered from both pain and fear.
"Don't," he whispered, close to her ear, "steal from me."
He hated thieves, the lot of them. Damned Dumbledore. He gave her a look that could have frozen a raging inferno. He tightened his grasp on her wrist and a small crack was heard, far too soft for human ears.
"Will you steal from me again?" Tears running down her face, she shook her head 'no'. She ran off the second he released her. He saw the civilians crowding around. Eyes sparkling with the threat of danger, he glared at them all. They all were sufficiently cowed. He walked off, trying to find the shop, as people parted around him, careful of the new 'shinobi'.
Eventually, Raidon found what he was looking for and walked in, the ting of a bell sounding. The shopkeeper looked up from his work.
"Can I help you?" the bulky man asked politely, inwardly wondering about the strange customer.
"Yes," he said with a small smile, "I need some kunai and shruniken."
He looked at the staves in his hand and added as an afterthought, "I'll also need a holder for my staves to go on my back."
The weapons-maker nodded, not saying anything about the unusual choice in weapons he had brought. He eyed the two staves critically and hummed to himself, considering the possibilities and if he could pull this one off.
"The holder might be a challenge, but I have kunai and shrunkien in the back," he said. "Come back in two hours. I'll have the holder ready, and you can get the other things then."
"You want some to hold the kunai and shruniken too?" he asked.
Raidon nodded. "Leather, please."
The other man answered in the positive, not bothering to comment on how pricey they were.
"Thank you," Raidon said politely and left. He wandered about, trying to find where their village leader was. He gave up after a while. He pulled aside a young lady.
"Excuse me," he said with a sweet smile, "can you direct me to the leader of this fine village? I'm afraid I'm lost."
She blushed and stuttered, "The t-t-tall building in the m-middle of the houses."
"Thank you." Her face reddened even more, and she looked down. He gave a grin for show before walking over to the housing section of the small village. His fell into an emotionless one, adopting the visage of a village shinobi. People paid him no mind, figuring he was here on business from another County or something like that. He came upon the building he sought. It was easy to get in; there were no guards at the outside entrance (maybe they spent all the money on the wall). Raidon calmly walked up the many stairs, reaching the waiting room. He walked to the door standing between him and the leader with the guards waiting there.
"Business?" one said without emotion, the perfect shinobi. He grinned, and they reached for their weapon pouches.
"Just..." he started then trailed off.
"Checking in," he finished. His green eyes now swirled in hypnotic patterns around his pupils. Raidon's voice was also enchanting, deep and almost seductive.
Their eyes turned cloudy, caught in his trap like so many before them. They wordlessly opened the door for him. Pathetic minds really.
"Go away, Tekeshi," the village leader muttered, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture while engrossed in his paperwork.
"Actually," Raidon said in his naturally deep voice, bemused, "it's not Tekeshi."
The leader glanced up sharply and narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"
"Tsuki Raidon," he said nonchalantly, "not that you'll remember."
Raidon ducked his head and stared at the other through lowered eyelashes. His fiendish smile was barely visible, but it still scared the leader. His eyes swirled again in preperation.
"Wha-" Then, Raidon made contact with the older. The man twitched as he struggled for control.
"Give in." He finally stopped moving, and Raidon walked towards him.
"You will make documents to prove my existence under the name Tsuki Raidon." The younger gave him a false and carefully constructed history. The leader had it done and stamped on a seal of authenticity on it afterwards.
"Forget," Raidon ordered with a neutral voice. He slashed his hand down as if cutting down the memories. He took the papers and left with an insane laugh.
X
Raidon entered the weapons shop once again to pick up his kunai, shruniken, and holders.
"I see you're back," the shopkeeper observed. "Well, everything is done."
He went to the back and came back with the requested items. He looked at the custom-made holder for his staves. Raidon decided he liked this man.
"How much for this beauty?" he asked, pointing at it. He added, "And the rest of these wonderful creations?"
"9,500 yen," the other replied. Raidon took out the money pouch again and picked out five gold coins. He gave them to the shocked metalworker, who recognized them for what they were. He picked up his stuff and walked towards the exit after putting the staves in their place then fitting the entire thing on his back.
"Keep the change," he said, not even looking back.
Raidon whistled a random tune as he strolled down the village lanes and to the exit of it.
Life was good.
The guards paid him no mind this time, thinking him a regular village shinobi, even if he was a new one. Soon, he was deep in the forest once more, on his way to Konoha. He grinned, sharp canines glinting in the light.
X
END of Transversing Universes
Note: 3.7 meters is about 12 feet.
TBL: Next time, I promise I won't make my author notes so long. But, is good, no? I really think I'm going to go somewhere with this thing. It's my baby, even more so than my other three stories (as of 5/3/2009, which is when I'm typing this). I have LOTS of notes for this one. I love it. Hopefully, it'll turn into something great. No guarantees, of course. Hope you liked it. I'm open to ideas anytime. If you've got something to say, don't hesitate at all.
On another note, I never get flames (much less reviews XD). On one hand, that's all fine and dandy. On the other, they make me laugh. Sigh. I'm so conflicted.
