TheNindo Wayby Demeter ofstars
Summary: Given the chance to learn about his true heritage at a young age how will this Harry Potter survive the wizarding world, or should they call him Kioshi?
Traits: Kekkei Genkai, hopefully original
Chapter Two…Rinjiro Found?
The light shone in from a bed side window awoke a man from his slumber. He groaned slightly as the previous nights activities hit him full force in the head. He didn't dare open his eyes as he laid there in his full sized bed. He could hear them, breathing slightly loud. Two males, from their intake of breath, or one really fat women who wanted to make him breakfast? He doubted that highly since the last home cooked meal he had was over a decade ago.
Finally coming to a conclusion he cracked on eye open and said, "Alright, who wants some?"
The spring flowers bloomed on the valley side as two figures walked the dirt path. The gates to the village were in site, 500 feet at best. The man walking on the right side of the path motioned his partner to stop. The man to the right tilted his head in the direction of a tree and frowned. His companion nodded and a wand appeared in her hand.
Dressed in two matching outfits of full length black robe with a hood pulled up and black boots charmed to not leave a foot print or make a sound. They wore a black mask covering their whole head except for their eyes. Even their hands were covered in black leather gloves.
A sudden breeze brought attention to the very tree they were looking at. Suddenly to their right four robe donned and black armor figures appeared, all wearing animal mask.
"What is your business with the village of the hidden leaf?" a female voice asked, she wore a porcelain cat mask.
Both of the travelers were taken back by their speed. One moment they were in the tree, the next they were at their mercy!
"We mean you know harm, we are here to find someone." the man to the left said.
"This person, what do you wish to do with them?" a male voice behind a bird mask questioned.
"He needs to be brought back to our land to be questioned. There is a child there that he may be bringing back here if all goes well." said in a soft manner by the woman.
"The name of the one you seek?"
"We have no last name, just a first. It's Rinjiro." the male said.
The woman of the other group visibly stiffened.
"I'm sorry to say that Rinjiro hasn't been seen from or heard of in years. We believe him to have been assassinated."
"Any remaining family. This is important, anyone from the same family will do."
A chuckle was emitted from behind a dog mask at the questioned.
"Oh there is a remaining relative. He lives in the village here." the dog masked man said pointing to the guarded gates.
"May we speak with him?" the woman asked, almost desperate.
Her question wasn't answered right away as the cat masked woman spoke into a mouth piece that was connected to ear. For a few moments a muffled conversation was going on until the tell-tale signs of understanding appeared in her stance.
"You may go through the gates, Hokage says he has been waiting a while for this. We wish you well." the cat woman said and as fast as they appeared they disappeared with the wind.
The woman blinked once, then twice before letting out a breath of air.
"That was so…different. I wish I knew that trick." she voiced almost childishly.
"We have no time for that. Are mission is to find this other man."
"You know something"
"What?"
"They neglected to give us a name or even a street name." she said, bemused.
"Damn it! Not even a bloody picture to boot. Some unspeakable we are." he said in frustration.
Above them in a tree top view the masked dog man would of howled with laughter if it had of no been for the air direction. He looked on, amused, at the two figures before turning his back to scout out the area for any threats.
"Who wants some," he voiced again.
The two masked assailants blinked at the comment. It was rare that anyone challenged them and what was bad about this all was that they weren't allowed to use their wands. Before either of them could muster up enough wit to answer back the man was up on his feet in his bed in a fighting stance. What was it with these people and speed? Of course the Hidden Leaf Village weren't the fastest ninjas, just faster than untrained ninjas like them. Of course they didn't know that.
"Why must the good be woken up so damn early?" the man muttered.
The two unspeakable, still dumbfounded, could only stare as the man jumped down to the floor, landing not to gracefully on his feet. The strange man put his hands together and made weird looking hand signs an the next thing they knew he touched his left hand to the ground and black kanji calligraphy appeared the floor boards. A spin of blue around the words, a film of thick white smoke and out the smoke a tabby cat launched itself on hind legs and attached itself onto one of the unspeakables face.
"Get this damn thing off of me!" a male voice whined.
The old man was muttering again and the next thing the two young unspeakables knew they were being held and tied down by vines from the plants in the window. The once dead plants now looked healthy and were too strong to even bite through. The tabby cat disappeared with a 'poof' and the old man flopped back on the bed.
"I'm getting too old for this!" he groaned.
"Sir, sir if you could please undo these bonds. We mean you no harm, the..Hokage from this village gave us permission to speak with you. There is a youth hanging in the balanced." one gasped out as they struggled with the vines.
"A child, eh? What the hell you expect me to do with a child?" he questioned.
"It...it is in your blood to look after this child due to his mothers relationship with this family."
"Gatagata itten-ja nëyo!" he growled.
The two unspeakables stopped their struggling and looked at the man in confusion as they both voiced a "huh?" in questioning.
"I said Stop your babbling!"
The old man scratched his hairy stomach as he yawned and looked at the two. It was deadly obvious that the two weren't shinobis and weren't from this region. They had a funny accent, British maybe. He had a sick feeling in his gut that something from his families past was getting ready to bite him in the ass, unlike the belief he hated children he had to hear what these two wanted. In yet another poof of white smoke the vines retreated back to the now dead again house plant.
"Thank you sir," the woman of the group voiced as her partner tried to get to his feet.
"You said something about a child." the old man grouched.
The two looked at each other before they launched into the story that was of the Boy-Who-lived. They were informed from the very beginning of what his childhood was like thus far, the creatures known as his relatives; the Dursleys and who would be his new magical guardian. They now had to carry out the job of being the ones who knew the burden of the truth. Out of the wizarding world, only seven people knew, nine now. It would stay that way too.
"I wasn't aware that the Matsudaira-clan was still around."
"Only one, the child. We know not of your naming customs, but in our world he is known as Harry Potter. He is the product of the marriage between Lily Evans and James Potter. Lily's grandmother is the product of someone from the Matsudaira-clan, most likely a male." the male unspeakable spoke.
"Hai, I understand, but tell me. Has the child reached his Kekkei Genkai?" he questioned.
"His what?"
"Never mind," he sighed, "When can I see this child?"
"Now if you want. You Hokage has given you permission to leave for a week to our home land. You will be payed what he called a C-ranked level." the young woman said while the man next to her produced a foul looking sock.
"How am I suppose to get there and can it wait. I haven't bathed yet."
The town of Little Whinging was experiencing some odd weather. The third of May was met with a down poor of rain which was slowly turning into sleet. The High which was suppose to be 21C or 70 degrees Fahrenheit was 1.6C or 35 degrees Fahrenheit. Odd, yeah odd indeed.
On such a chilly day the average normal family could be found inside around the fire place looking at the telly or listening to the radio. One such family were the Dursleys. Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley were your average British family who loved their queen and all that luv. Vernon worked for a drilling company called Grunnings, Petunia was a house wife and Dudley was your average spoilt brat who terrorized the neighborhood children. The not so average thing about the family, besides how Vernon looked like a whale, Dudley a baby whale and Petunia a giraffe, was the dirty little secret that lay hidden beneath the stairs in a cupboard.
The small six year old child had matted choppy black hair, pale skin and the most fluorescent green eyes Las Vegas would ever see. He wore a too large green shirt with little rips and tears in the seams with large baggy blue jeans. His feet were very dirty on the bottom. Clutched in his little hands was a book, opened to a random page. His eyes flashed down the page and then the next, almost as if he was reading. Sadly the poor boy didn't know how too, but that was okay. He liked to pretend he knew. He did, however, know math and his ABC's.
Getting back to the depressing, a lone figure stood in front of the Dursley household, identical to the rest. He wore a black trench coat and a dark colored hat. His eyes were filled with disgust as he ranged the door bell to the household, too sickly sweet was the Melody.
"We don't want none," was the first word out the eldest pigs mouth as he swung the door open.
"I didn't ask if you wanted anything. What I want is a boy by the name of Harry Potter," he said icily.
The piggish man lost all his color at that name. He was stammering,"The...therrrr...there be n...no boy here by tha...that name!"
"Oh is that true. Well then I'll have to make a quick call to child services to see what the mix up is then. Mind if I use your phone?" the man said in a sickly sweet voice, completely throwing the man before him off balanced at the change.
"Wa...wait right here a moment and let me see if the boys up. With the strange weather he's been sick, you understand."
"Oh, of course..." he leered, clearly wanting to be invited in.
Vernon Dursley was nervous as a American in Iraq. He did not know what to do! The stupid cupboard that held the disgusting freak of nature was sitting right in front of the front sitting room. There was no way to sneak the boy out of there without having this social services man see him.
"Oh before I come in, here's a look at my ID." he smiled happily as he flashed it in the mans face.
A forlorn look crossed Vernon's face. The man wasn't even faking. Well he was totally shafted, in trouble, now.
"Just a moment." and the door was quickly shut in the mans face. The trench coat wearing man sighed. This was getting on his nerve. Taking on the appearance of the male unspeakable using the henge he was able to pass himself off as being British.
A few seconds later the door opened to reveal a small child with too large eyes, along with everything else on his body, looking up at him. He didn't say a word, just kept staring. The man had to avert his eyes. Yes, this child was a Matsudaira at heart, his eyes. The longer he stared at the child, in the eye, the more tired he became. He made a split decision as he quickly grabbed the child and disappeared in a film of smoke. Vernon Dursley had decided to came back to the door at this time. Now there were two trench coat wearing people at his door.
"Where's the..."
"Remember not, Obliviate." one muttered.
The man slumped to the floor and the other unspeakable entered the house. In a matter of seconds the house was cleared of anything belonging to the young boy, which wasn't much and all memories were erased.
"We have one, Marge Dursley, to find and erase and our job is done. Tain-san has taken the boy back to headquarters. They should be gone before we arrive back." the other nodded as he listened.
"Did you see the way that boy look! Its an outrage. They should be sent to Azkaban, not be let off with a simple memory sweep."
"I know, I know." the woman said solemnly.
Above, the sky crackled in thunder as a familiar sight of lightning followed.
The child in his arms was surprisingly very light. The child in his arms should weight at least 48 pounds, but he felt as if he weight only 30. He was short though, but still he should weigh more. The travel back on his back was digging into his shoulders. The child's old government had been kind to provide books on magic for the boy to read, in hope he would one day come back. The man sighed, be it as it was he was not going to let this child go back there. It would have to be over his dead body. In years to come this saying would be the death of many.
The small child stirred and soon large eyes, round and shimmering with fright, looked up at him. The man didn't try to smile or calm the child, he just kept walking. The little boy soon became calm once more and was looking around. He seemed confused, as he should be. There were trees, lots of them, and a dirt road with odd shops lining it. Where was he? He was starting to get scared again. Was this man going to hurt him?
"Quit your fretting, we are on our way home." the man finally spoke.
Questioning eyes looked up to him. "Your people have put you in my care. You wont ever have to go back to those people you lived with before. We are in a village called Kohona. Do you follow so far?"
The little boy nodded.
'This boy is so timid. It'll never do if he chooses to become a shinobi. What has my cursed family signed me up for?'
As they walked the small boy was able to see many strange buildings in passing. People waved at them and said 'hello' to the older man. The people didn't seem to take notice to the child in his arms. As they passed the brightly colored buildings the child looked up at the man in question.
"You want to know about these buildings?"
Harry gave a soft nod.
"Over there is the Dango Shop, they sell sweets. Be good and I'll take you there. See that building further down with the green roof and blue banner, that's the book store. We won't be heading there any time soon. Over there at that booth is Ichiraku Ramen stand." he explained, his tone lightning as Harry seemed to take everything in with excited eyes.
"There is a flower store around here some where and to the western gate there is a park, a very large one. We will go there often to train. Kohona has a hospital, police and Administration Building. But look up," he cut off.
Harry's head snapped up to the sky to see a mountain with faces carved in them. They were all wearing strange clothing, then again so was everyone else in this village.
"That is the Hokage Mountain. All the great village leaders are carved up there. Maybe later I will tell you a story about them, but for now this is my apartment. We'll be staying here for the night an then tomorrow we'll head to Hokage tower and see if we can get into the Matsudaira estate." the man explained before coming to a stop in front of a three story building.
The building was oddly shaped, becoming smaller at the top. It was colored a peachy pink color with wooden looking siding. The roof looked like it was the color of burnt orange. Various pipes and wires stuck out at odd angles all over the building. The man entered the building and stepped into a green lobby, waiting, room.
"S...sir?" the boy asked timidly.
'Be patient.'
"Yes?"
"What...what's your name?"
"Zinan, Kabane Zinan. You may call me Zin if you wish to shorten it." Zinan said, almost bitterly.
The child, some what unsure of himself, nodded and continued to look around. Zinan sighed as he headed up the stairs thinking it was going to be a long ten years. Hella long time in the shinobi world. He hoped this child would make it through the on coming future. His Kekkei Genkai was already starting to reveal itself. He could only image what kind of horrors the child faced.
He opened his apartment door and stepped over dirty clothes and dishes. He closed the door behind him quietly as he noticed the child in his arms had nodded off. He smiled, for the first time in a decade he smiled a true smile. Not a smile of greed, or in a demented nature, a true calming smile. He had a feeling this child was going to not only stir up things here, but change a few lives in the process.
Placing the child on the bed he patted his head. Bring the hand up to his nose he sniffed.
"This child needs a bath."
TBC
ZOMG I'm not dead! Dodges random tomato and fish guts I know I've been gone for a long while, but as I stated in my profile, I refuse to have Half Arsed fanifiction published. I'm back and I've got a hella lot to do. For info about the Minamoto clan, the Kabane and my tale of their history go to my profile. I hope Harry doesn't sound like Hinata, just bare with me for this chapter. He will change after meeting a certain person. This person will be in the 4th or 5th chapter.
Now please review and I'll give you all some Pokey and Ramen.