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A figure glided over branches, occasionally pushing chakra in one of them to acquire a momentary speed boost, leaving behind several tiny white particles.
"No appreciation of art, un!" He mumbled out and formed a hand-sign. The area behind exploded in multitude of colors and the concussive force of blast helped him propel further. This used to cheer him up, but this time it filled him with more melancholy than before.
They didn't respect his art! His glorious art, showing him wonders which lasted just a second, dissipating instantaneously. But that was all he needed to appreciate. Beautiful things in life didn't exist for long, but in that one moment, he could savor it as long as he wanted it.
But his own village didn't respect his art. He wouldn't admit he had gone overboard with it. Granted he hadn't really learnt to control the amount of devastation with his intelligent animal bombs, but still; they didn't appreciate his art! Now they knew the destructive power of his jutsu but, they didn't have his support anymore.
His slashed hitate was proof of this.
He neared some bizarre opening and saw hundreds of hunter-nin's. They saw the slashed headband and they all moved at the same time. As if, they all had one common objective.
His feet reached the soft ground and in an instant he replaced himself with a clone. Years of expertise came into play, as he did it just in time for his clone to be pierced with all sorts of weapons. Kunai, shuriken, arrows, spears and many more.
All of them dug deep inside him and he collapsed on the ground. His miniature animals flew into air, like a puff of powder in the air as he visibly strained to get up again. But it was of no use. They were onto his clone, stepping closer and a minute later, the area exploded.
Deidara climbed above the huge crater, infinitely pleased at his art savoring the devastation all around. A spear whizzed by his head and he turned around, shocked being unable to sense it. He turned his head again when he heard a body hitting the ground and looking back at the people clapping.
Another man held up a spear, breaking into a run. This time he couldn't even see the spear sailing pass going at a distance. Sure enough, another body hit the ground.
There were more of them out now and Deidara could see all their slashed hitate.
"Well." He thought, "This is interesting."
Diedara made it his mission to make the leader of this village understand the beauty of his art. If he couldn't appreciate it, he would go elsewhere. And so, he began preaching about his hard work. When he was finished, he looked expectantly, waiting for some reaction.
Harry got up, amused at the capability of the people in this world. The guy had mouth on his palms! The new creations in this world would never cease to amaze him. But, he remembered a time back then, when Uncle Vernon used to watch World War two documentaries all the while threatening him to send him to an army camp. Harry wanted to make him see the ultimate weapon his old world had before the arms race had taken a turn for the worse.
Deidara watched this guy, who hadn't spoken a single thing stand up and take out some shiny disc. It made him tense for a moment before something resembling a square-rectangular-ish tongue rolled out swallowing the disc. He watched curiously as the light from a metallic box came to life.
He saw a large expanse of forest like land and saw something dropping down from the sky. In a second, there was a huge explosion like an orange bubble, a huge mushroom encompassing the whole sky. Deidara shook himself out as he heard Hari's voice.
"They say the bomb was like a second sun, shining till the next day. People couldn't differentiate between which one was real and which wasn't."
"Such beauty." The voice came out as a whisper. Deidara was lost in it. His heart stilled for a moment as he continued looking at it, not a single muscle in his body was moving. His eyes fixated on the explosion and the consequent sun it formed in the sky. An explosion that lasted for the whole day.
"Ofcourse I wasn't born at that time but it people continued talking about it till ages to come."
"How?" Diedara asked, still entranced by the explosion. He hadn't even figured out how to make the sweet light of explosion last even a second.
"That is something you'll have to find it for yourself." Hari's green eyes connected with brown. "You are free to stay here as long as you like and perfect your art. Make sure none of the people in the village gets killed due to your explosions."
Deidara nodded dumbly and walked out. He had a new goal now, to make the beauty of the explosion radiant like the sun for the world to see!
A group of hunter ninjas came walking, intent to hash out the details of their capture. The whole village came surging forward, with plethora of weapons in their hands. Before the situation could dissolve in utter chaos, Hari flashed forward to meet the group.
"Well, what do you want, kid?" His accent took a southern twist. His words were somewhat blurred by the huge cigar in his mouth.
"We are here to capture Zabuza of the Hidden Mist Village. We would like to complete our mission. There doesn't need to be any escalation between our two villages." Harry could tell that the hunter squads were newl. The previous ones had met an unfortunate fate, a while back.
"Well, you see. There's just one tinny minny problem with that." Hari said casually, lighting the cigar. "You see that-" He said, pointing the banner. "Says its missing ninja village. That means there are tons of missing ninjas that have come to seek shelter. Now if I were to give you permission, that would give the wrong kind of signal to the rest of the folks up there, wouldn't it?"
"Preventing us from doing our mission will lead to conflict and even war." The leader cautioned.
"So it can." Harry said casually, puffing out smoke. "You cross that line again and we'll kill you. Do not come back. Unless they want to come back willingly, they can do whatever the hell they want." Harry paused, "Do you want to go back, Zabuza?"
"Hell no!" Zabuza had found heaven, or his kind of hell, whichever way you want to look at it. This place quenched his battle lust and then some more. Heck, in just two months felt stronger than ever. There was no way he was going back to that shithole.
The leader of hunter squad watched the leader turn his back on them and he chose to attack at the very moment. Harry did nothing but to take another puff while the five man squad was cut down by invisible blades, while he continued to walk back on the village.
That very night, the bounty on his head tripled.
Ommake:
Haku blinked owlishly, wondering how in this world he had created solid ice tentacles which moved around flexibly. On a second thought, he knew exactly how he had done it. Its just that, he did not think it was possible to do something like this or if he could do it again.
The water inside the icy tentacles could bend the ice, cracking it. Only, Haku quickly froze it making it seem that the tentacles made of ice were flexible. But he couldn't comprehend whatever he might do with this tentacles. The exercise was only meant for him to have greater control over the elements.
This was an important skill Haku had acquired and Zabuza was his teacher. Haku was of two minds what to do about this. He didn't feel confident if he could recreate this thing again. And so he poked him with the tentacle…
"Zabuza-San." Haku called and when Zabuza didn't respond and remained sleeping Haku stepped closer to wake him up. Just as he was able to wake him he paused. Momochi Zabuza had a lethal streak to him and Haku knew better to interrupt his sleep.
Zabuza woke up with a cry, feeling the intense cold in the shoulders. Two things happened quickly for anyone to do anything about it. Instinctively, Zabuza tried to fling kunai at the perceived threat and Haku's tentacles coiled up around arms and legs effectively skewing the aim.
"Ohh." Haku said, looking at one use of ice tentacles he'd created.
"What are you doing Haku?" Zabuza growled looking at the tentacles holding him still.
"Erm…" Haku ducked his head, not knowing how to explain what he'd found out.
Zabuza shook off the tentacles once Haku had somehow relaxed its grip. The duo just stood there for a while, Zabuza not knowing what to say to his apprentice. Deciding it was too early in the day to deal with shit, he just chose to walk away.
It was weird enough already, with Haku looking like a girl.
A/N: Things will pick up from the next chapter and the plot will move forwards once Itachi graces the Village with his presence! Let me know what you thought of the story!