Hadrian of the Shukaku

Author: Darksider82
Beta: Winged Seer Wolf and his many minions

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"Chatting and spells"
Thoughts
Tailed beasts speaking
Jutsus
(Speaking is parsletongue)
(Tailed beast thoughts)
(Summons speaking)

Chapter I: Bye England, Hello Sunagakure and re-adaption

It was a blisteringly hot day in July. The hottest day recorded in about three hundred years. It should have been a sign, a sign of change. A change to a lifestyle and what a change it was, for one skinny eight year old currently sleeping in the second bedroom of his cousin's in his aunt and uncles house.

Harry woke up, his alabaster skin glistening with sweat, his green eyes shining like emeralds from contacts. Harry was tall, skinny with a slight hint of muscle to his name. On his unblemished skin on his forehead stood a scar shaped like a bolt of lightning. He never knew that this scar would make him a symbol of hope and fear.

Harry swung out of bed in boxers and a large t-shirt. Ever since he had been living with his aunt and uncle, which was all his life, he had been treated semi-decently. He had never wanted for much except for decent clothes, a few albums from his favorite bands, some cartoons and movie. Oh how he loved his cartoons and his movies. Harry was also the most independent of the family, his aunt had taught him how to cook, sew and thread and clean.

Because of these skills, Harry had managed to make a small steady stream of money, which he stashed away underneath his bed and in a bank account that his aunt had made up for him. Harry's stomach growled, he checked the clock it was 6:45am. The sun was up, he was restless so quickly and quietly getting dressed he went for a run.

Harry stealthily made his way home and into the kitchen and started cooking breakfast. Bacon, sausages, eggs both scrambled and fried, toast is on as are the waffles and beans. I wish Uncle Vernon would lose some weight because he's going to die of cardiac arrest.

Harry's family resembled a zoo. His aunt was tall, bony thin and slender she had an exceptionally long neck and a well developed face. Exceptionally sharp cheek bones and jaw. However her husband was large, barrel shaped and in his opinion looked like Walrus. He was exceptionally fat but very beefy and very little neck. His cousin alas was a carbon copy of his uncle in size and he was only nine.

His uncle stormed into the kitchen in a thunderous mood. "Comb your hair boy." He growled at Harry, who rolled his eyes and sent a spinning plate of food towards his uncle which was balanced on his newspaper. "Morning yourself uncle." Eventually the family arrived and crammed themselves around the small kitchen table.

"Petunia dear, Dudley, Hadrian..." This wasn't good news, whenever Vernon used his name that spelt trouble. Harry looked up "Yeah Uncle?" He asked in response. "I have recently been given a business deal in Japan. The deal will take around two months so we are leaving tonight and are returning late in August or September. Pack essentials as the rest can easily be bought over there." Harry nodded and left the table.

For once Aunt Petunia washed the dishes as Harry packed his suitcase and picked up all his money. He busied himself in covering his stuff in cloth so it would not get covered in dust from the lack of use or cleaning. Eventually evening fell and the Dursley family and Harry climbed into the car and drove to the airport. "The hotel we are staying is popular for English tourists and they speak good English." Harry heard his uncle say to his Aunt as they drove to the airport.

Harry sleepily got his stuff out of the trunk of the car with an increasing feeling of nervousness What is the actual agenda of the Dursleys? They may treat me all right but they would never take me with them.

Harry then fell asleep as the plane took off, leaving a drizzling, windy and stormy England behind him. And unknown to him an exceptionally old man with a large beard, garishly bright and outdated clothing, sat on an ornate throne in a hidden castle who suffered from severe cases of mellitus and perverseness.

Harry slept soundly through the flight, waking up occasionally from the turbulence. "Welcome to Japan, we shall be landing shortly." He heard across the speakers in the plane. Three hours later Harry and Dudley were in their room in the hotel by the name of Sunagakure.

The days following Harry, Dudley and Aunt Petunia went shopping and browsing in the big city whilst Uncle Vernon sat in a brilliantly lit and very well air conditioned business block three hundred stories above them with an amazing view of the city.

Two weeks after the business deal was concluded Uncle Vernon managed to charter a boat to tour off the coast of Japan. That was when Harry discovered the agenda of his Aunt and Uncle. The boat landed on the edge of a place of an island. As Harry went off to explore, his Uncle, Aunt and Cousin smirked evilly and forgot to tell him not to return in half an hour.

Harry heard the horns of the departing boat and he ran like mad to the shore scattering twigs and stones underneath his trainers. "HEY WAIT!" He shouted, but it was futile the boat had left. Harry sat on the rock and cried, but they weren't cries of an eight year old. They were tormented cries of a tortured soul, deep inside Harry resided not only a powerful spark of magic but the ability of chakra manipulation. Generally these two abilities did not mix but inadvertently aided each other when was active and the recipient wielded both genes.

But for Harry both his chakra and magic emerged in a bright blue aura which rapidly turned black as it seeped through his body. These changes warped him but not in a bad sense, his slight malnutrition was cured changing him from 4'9 to 5'4 just over the average height of an eight year old. The muscles he had formed whilst learning free-running when trying to avoid his cousins bullying and fighting back became more firm and formed. Finally his hair it changed from jet black and messy to a dark rustic red which looked like black but when the light of the sun hit it his true hair colour was revealed.

Three days had passed since his abandonment. Three days since his aunt and uncle and left him to die. Harry held the crude bone knife next to his side as he crept forward on the unsuspecting bird. In a flash, Harry struck the blade severing the spinal cord of the bird dropping it to the floor. Harry expertly plucked and roasted the bird on a fire he had managed to create out of kindling and dry leaves. Thank god for those TV shows, I watched. He thought as he devoured the succulent meat.

Harry stood up, placed his backpack on and headed forwards, he made his way through the woods and after four days of walking and as his supplies were nearly non-existent he made it to the desert. Strange. I thought there would be civilisation due to the foot tracks. Harry stepped out into the desert and sank to his knees at the sheer heat of the desert.

Seizing what was left of his strength, Harry surged out into the desert. Fishing in his pack for his water bottles or rather what was left of them, he made his way cautiously into the desert. Unbeknownst to him, Harry was walking solidly and calmly over the sand, it was almost as if the sand was bending itself to his will. Finally wind, a nice cooling breeze whisked across the desert diminishing the effects of the punishing rays of sunshine but it wasn't enough.

Harry staggered and fell to his knees. His vision blurred as he thought he saw a building like object in the distance. "Must...reach...building." Harry scrambled to his knees and began to crawl forward. The sun beat down, Harry's strength lagged and the building never got closer. "Help...me." He called out through the strangely quiet desert.

As Harry passed out, he didn't notice two people come streaking towards him. The sand-nins picked up the boy, dehydrated, heat stroke, nauseous, chakra drainage. Harry's head rolled to the side as the two chunin sand-nins ran across the desert and into Suna's hospital.

"MEDIC! QUICK! PATIENT ABOUT 5'4, White male, green eyes, slim muscular build. Suffering from dehydration, sun sickness and near fatal levels of chakra depletion." Shouted one of the chunin the moment they reached the hospital. One of the medical nin nodded curtly.

"Get him on a bed. I need his clothes off and a full body examination. Give him IV drips and extra drips of water...We cannot lose this kid. He's not even a teenager." Harry was bundled onto the bed and his backpack was examined, it revealed several changes of clothes, wallet, and wash bag with no trace of identification except for a bank card. "Hmmm, we have a one Hadrian J. Potter here."

A runner was dispatched to kages office in the wind pyre of Sunagakure "Lord Kazekage...Newcomer...total stranger. Should investigate yourself." The Kazekage nodded and left the tower and went to the hospital but not before a young blonde's sharp green eyes tracked her father and at a distance followed the Kazekage to the hospital.

Harry stirred and his eyes opened "Whuh...Where...Am I?" He croaked as he sat gingerly sat himself up in his bed. "Easy...easy. Drink this...it'll make you feel better." He heard from someone close to his right. Harry's head snapped around and he saw a girl gazing at him with a cup of water in her hands. Harry relaxed and went to take the cup from her, but she placed the cup to his lips and tipped the water into his parched mouth.

Harry relaxed as the cool soothing liquid flowed into his mouth and down his throat. After drinking the water on, he lay back and studied her more. She was tall for her age, wore sandals, bandages on her legs with a skirt and a large pull over. Her hair was in several messy bunches. "Thanks..." He began to say.

"Subaku...Subaku Temari." Harry nodded and his mind began to work Japanese culture, they give their family name first and then their given name. "Thank you Subaku Temari. I'm Potter Hadrian." He managed to say in patchy Japanese causing Temari to giggle. "You speak our language well Hadrian-kun." Harry nodded his head. "As you speak mine Temari-chan." Harry jumped when a cough interrupted their conversation. "I'm glad to see you're awake Hadrian-kun. I am Subaku Takashi and I have some questions if I may ask them Hadrian-kun."

Harry stared at the Kazekage and nodded "Ask away Kazekage-sama." The Kazekage nodded, "How did you come by here?" Harry laughed bitterly "I was abandoned by my aunt and uncle on this island but I walked here and found this place by accident." The Kazekage nodded "What is your name and age?"

"My name is Hadrian Potter but I prefer Harry. I'm eight years old, almost nine depending on the date." Temari quickly chipped in "30th of July." Harry's mouth quirked into a quick smile "Nine tomorrow."

The questions carried on to more tense subjects like "was he a spy, would he betray anyone." Finally after about three quarters of an hour, the Kazekage looked him in the eye "Harry-kun...How would you like to stay here in Sunagakure and become a shinobi...or a ninja you may say outside." Harry grinned, nodded and replied excitement evident "I would love to accept your off Kazekage-sama. However, I do have some requests." The Kazekage nodded "Ask away Harry-kun."

"Would I be forced to stay here if someone offered me a chance to learn new skills? Would I be able to change my name? Where would I stay?" The Kazekage let a full smile at the questions. "Harry-kun, as you are an outsider as long as you let me know when you leave, I shall grant it because I cannot in all honesty trap you here as you're not a citizen. Yes you can change your name, after you get out of here and you have more clothes, I shall see to you getting a new identity. You can stay with my daughter and son at the Kazekage manor."

Harry grunted and nestled himself back on his pillows. As the Kazekage and Temari left a medic-nin entered the room. "Take it easy on exercises." Harry nodded and pulled on his surviving clothes and walked out of his room to find Temari and her father waiting for him.

"Harry-kun, what were you going to call yourself?" Asked Temari, Harry had a thought "Gaara. I don't know why but the name came to me when I was thinking about a new name." He explained. Temari giggled at the simple explanation whilst Takeshi nodded "Since your name is rather uncommon here, I am willing to give you the surname of Sabaku. It's similar to my daughters but it is different enough to show that we are not related." Harry nodded "Could I get my hair cut because this does not suit me." Takeshi smirked at the scraggy mess of red hair and nodded.

Five painful hours later, Gaara was now the proud owner of several mesh shirts, ANBU style pants and several hundred other bits and pieces and one of those strangely enough was a gianormous sand gourd which he strapped to his back with a diagonal strip of cloth.

One of the other things Gaara did or rather did at Temari's insistence was to change into his mesh shirt and full battle garb with his adorned gourd on his back. His hair which once extended to over his eyes and to the top of his neck was now short and messy exactly like it was before his abandonment.

Gaara slipped through the crowded evening square and into the Kazekage mansion where he was greeted by Temari and a boy in a cat suit which he protested to be the battle-garb of Suna's puppeteer brigade. After eating a plate of dango and meeting Baki his sensei starting tomorrow headed off to bed where he was out like a light before his head hit the pillow.