A/N: So, I've been getting some requests to have this story be Sakura x Draco. (And honestly, I really like that pairing.) And even though it would meddle some of the future events, I have decided to do two things.
ONE: Make this a love triangle ;D HarryxSakuraxDraco.
TWO: Made a poll on my profile for who you'd rather her end up with.
So vote. Yeah. (: And sorry it's short!
Unknown Hero
Two of a Kind
Kakashi dodged yet another attack with fear. His pinkette student that he was sparring against was using her rage in a beneficial way. Beneficial to whom, he did not know. All he knew was that if he didn't dodge her attacks, he would die.
"Sakura-chan, there are trees over there you can pummel," He tried to reason, but she didn't seem to hear a word he said. She merely kept throwing punches that were heavily laced with chakra at his body, one coming very close to his manhood – in which tears were budding at the corners of his eyes and his face was blanched.
"I'm done, Kaka-sensei." Sakura sighed, placing her gloved hands on her black short-clad hips. She was visibly calmer, but her knuckles were still white.
"Tired already?" Kakashi tried to play off his joy, but he couldn't help the crinkle in his mask indicating his wide smile.
"No, shishou wanted me to meet her at her office with the team before we head off on our mission." She ran a hand through her hair, not even looking at Kakashi.
"See you in a year, ja!" Kakashi immediately poofed away, irking Sakura even more. She growled something incoherent, but simply stomped off to Tsunade's office.
.i'm your UNKNOWN HERO.
Hinata had no understanding of what was going on. All she knew was that she woke up to her father loudly banging on her door, a very hyper and cute Naruto pulled her out of her house, and here she was standing in front of the Hokage – hair ruffled, clad in a baggy tee-shirt and shorts – standing beside both the sun and rage personified.
When did Sakura-chan get so temperamental?
But when the shy girl lifted her eyes back to Tsunade, she saw an almost identical look of rage on the elder woman's face. Oh, yeah, that's where it came from.
Tsunade cleared her throat. "Alright, Hinata. You've been selected for a long-term mission with these two." Tsunade vaguely gestured to the still-beaming Naruto…and still-angry Sakura.
"You three will be posing as students in a school of…magic." The three all gave her blank stares, as if she was playing a trick on them. She shook her head. "This is real, believe it or not." She snorted before continuing again.
"Anyway. Your mission is to figure out the relations of a student to an evil group of wizards called Death Eaters." She said simply, folding her hands over another scroll, repeating what the scroll, that she gave the former Team 7 members, said.
Sakura raised a brow. "So shishou, how will we be fitting in with the students?"
"This magic that they wield is very similar to our chakra. However, we are able to control chakra much better than they can control magic, as they use…'wands' to control the magic. You three will need wands as well and will need to learn how to use them properly. This is where Headmaster Dumbledore – and old friend of Sarutobi's – comes in. He will be here later to help you all with everything you will need to know and do. Come back here in three hours. DISMISSED!"
The two walked out of the room while one poofed out in a cloud of green smoke. Hinata fidgeted with her fingers, trying oh so hard to not to look – and consequently stare and drool – at the blonde beside her.
"Hey, Hinata-chan?" Naruto turned to her, and Hinata had a miniature panic attack. She could only nod her head to give him indication that she was listening.
"Could you come to my apartment with me? I'm afraid of being murdered." Hinata was afraid at the seriousness of his words. And she was afraid of what she said next.
"W-Well since Sakura-chan would probably pack qu-quickly, how about you come with m-me to my house and then go to yours?" She felt her face heat up like the sun. What did she just say?
While she was feeling faint, Naruto couldn't help but grin. "That's brilliant, Hinata-chan! Let's go!"
And then Naruto hoisted Hinata onto his back; Hinata froze up. "Hey, hey, Hinata-chan! I'll give you a piggy-back ride to your house, okay?" And without even waiting for her reply, he ran off to the Hyuuga Estates, the Hyuuga on his back forcing herself both not to faint and to breathe.
.i'm your UNKNOWN HERO.
Dumbledore's aged fingers flipped the yellowed page of a book, his eyes gazing at the words through his spectacles. The door to his office opened, and Minerva McGonagall walked in, the heels of her boots barely making a sound.
"Ah, Minerva," He gently placed the bookmark inside the book, closing it and folding his hands on it. Fawkes' wings fluttered to show his mild contentment at seeing Minerva, before looking at Dumbledore. "What brings you here?"
Minerva cleared her throat, taking another glance at the name messily scribbled on the scroll she held in her hand.
"You've received word from…Tsunade…on the ninja you've commissioned." She paused greatly on Tsunade's name, slowly sounding it out. Dumbledore smiled.
"Ah, thank you dearly Minerva." He took the scroll from her hands, and unraveled the thing. Minerva scrunched her nose at it, wondering why they couldn't just use regular parchment.
Dumbledore read over the script, all written in better English than Tsunade's name on the front. Three photographs of very…unique-looking ninja were printed on the scroll: a tan, blonde-haired, blue-eyed grinning boy; a pale girl with obscenely pink hair that looked natural and bright green eyes; and a fair-skinned, white-eyed girl with dark, blue-ish hair.
"There will certainly be no question of who the new students are." Minerva peeked at the contents and the student's pictures, raising a thin eye brow, silently agreeing with Dumbledore.
"Well, sir, I do believe you have everything. And I have papers to sort." Minerva awkwardly excused herself from Dumbledore's office and turned on the heel of her boot. She couldn't help but think of how out of place the new students will be, and if someone would catch on.
The wise wizard gently picked the spectacles off his face, wiped the lens with his sleeve, and put them back on, looking at the grandfather clock in the corner of his office. He stood and his gaze caught Fawkes'.
"It's time," Dumbledore apparated away, into a seemingly different time, and Fawkes wearily blinked before bursting into flames, only to be reborn from the ashes soon after.
The phoenix was a representation of how easily a life can start, and how it can just as easily, in the blink of an eye, be taken away. When Dumbledore had time to think, he thought about that. Shinobi, who are so used to death. How will they take to the fear of death wizards tend to have?
.i'm your UNKNOWN HERO.
