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Chapter 3- Pointy Hat
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Harry watched as Karasuba sat in her armchair with a bottle of sake in her hand, several empty ones at her feet, and the light off. But the widow was open, so even though they were off the moonlight still filled the room, its pale light turning everything side a slightly dull, almost watered down colour than usual.
He didn't really understand why Karasuba seemed to upset, after all she had always claimed to hate Yume, often getting in fights with her and arguing over every little thing. While Harry didn't have a problem with the girl, if anything he enjoyed messing with her, he would have thought his Sekirei would have been happy she was gone.
Maybe it was just a women thing? Or an adult thing? There were so many 'things' he didn't understand, but he had heard people use the expression so it seemed to fit with the situation, even if he wasn't sure which one applied here.
Finally deciding he had waited long enough, Harry put away his manga and moved to stand next to the clearly drunk Karasuba, who's now red face turned to him instantly.
"I thought you didn't like Yume-chan, why are you so upset?"
Watched she let out a snort, taking another swig of her sake, before turn her unfocused eyes back on him.
"Just because I didn't like her doesn't mean I actually wanted her dead, she was my best friend, my rival! And now she's gone, absorbed by Number 88…I don't know what to do anymore, Harry-chan."
Despite being 'drunk as a skunk', to use another metaphor he had never really understood, Karasuba's words came out clear as day.
Harry could only tilt his head slightly to the side, his face full of such innocent confusion it made Karasuba chuckle slightly, before shrugging his shoulder and giving up trying to understand. All he needed to know was they she was hurting, and he wanted to do something to help her. He owed Karasuba so much, she had taken him in, made him her most important person, taught her so much, the least he could do was try and make her feel better.
Walking so he was standing in front of the chair, Harry jumped up so he was sat in her lap, leaning his back against her chest. He herd the surprised gasp that escaped her lips, and a moment later smiled when he felt her arms wrap tightly around his waist, before letting himself relax and slowly start to fall asleep.
But just before his mind blanked out, Harry heard her speak, her words barely above a whisper.
"Never leave me my little Harry-chan, so many people have left me over the years, but if I ever lost you I don't think I could on go…I will never let you leave me…"
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3 and a half years later
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Harry made sure to keep his breathing steady and under control as she moved around the punching bag, his arms shooting in and out in a blur of motion too fast for the eye to follow. He was dressed in his Disciplinary Squad uniform, though his coat was on a hanger next to the door, with medical tape tied around his hands up to his elbows.
He had started to let his hair grow out over the last few years, tying it back in a way that looked a lot like Karasuba's, and his body had started to fill out more with muscle because of his training.
Harry moved with a practiced ease, practically dancing around the bag and hitting it from every angle, throwing in a kick every now and then just to mix it up. Yet despite the obvious effort he was putting into his workout, not a single drop of sweat was on his skin, his controlled breathing was still even, and his eyes were set on the punching bag.
Sat to his left watching him, a smile on her face as she cleaned her katana, was Karasuba. He could feel her eyes following his movements, after all she wasn't human and had little problem doing so, even as she slowly ran the cloth in her hand along her blade.
His eyes widening slightly, Harry moved his head to the left, just in time to avoid the katana as it pierced the punching bags, leaving a thing cut on his right cheek.
"Good job, my little Harry-chan, you're getting better, but you are still a little slow."
Stepping away from the bag, which was now leaking on the floor as Karasuba pulled her blade out of it, Harry wiped the blood off of his cheek with the back of his hand, staining the white bandages red as he gave her a grin.
"Don't worry, like you said I'm getting better, every time you do that I'm a little bit faster."
Letting out a chuckle of her own, Karasuba re-sheathed her katana with one hand, while ruffling his hair with the other.
"Of course, if I thought you weren't improving I would have put you out of your misery years ago, after all I can't have a weak Ashikabi can I."
They both knew it was an empty threat, apart from a few broken bones and a cut every now and then from training, Karasuba wouldn't lay a finger on him. They just liked to banter like that, both for the fun of it, and because of the reaction people got then hearing them.
Sticking his tongue out at her, eyes closing in a squint, Harry was about to reply when both their phones went off at the same time.
Quickly placing it to his ear, glancing at the name to see who it was, Harry grinned.
"HEY TAKAMI-CHAN! What do you need?"
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP DOING THAT YOU LITTLE FUCKER! You're going to make me go deaf one day."
"Yeah yeah, whatever, so what do you want?"
He heard a sigh over the phone, followed by what he knew was the sound of her taking a drag from her cigarette, before she calmed down and spoke.
"I need you and Karasuba to come down to the lobby, there's a odd group just walked in and I got a bad feeling about them."
"Ok, be right down."
Without waiting for her to say anything else, Harry hung up the phone and turned to his Sekirei, who had just finished her own conversation.
"Takami-chan wants us to go downstairs and scare some people away."
Frowning slightly, Karasuba pat him on the head before walking passed him to the door.
"You go, I'll catch up in a couple of minutes, the Idiot wants to see me about something…"
Pouting slightly, Harry nodded before running over to the door, grabbing his coat as he passed.
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Takami could only stare at the small group of people walking through the front door of the MBI tower with raised eyebrow, the cigarette in her hand all but forgotten, as she prepared for the headache she was sure was coming. Without thinking she told one of the secretaries to call for Karasuba and Harry, just in case anything happened.
There five of them, all dressed in what she could only describe as robs, one of which even had a pointy hat! The one leading the group look to be older then times itself, with a long white beard that fell down to his stomach, half-moon glasses that sat on the end of his crooked nose, and pale blue eyes. He was wearing multi-coloured robs and a matching hat, and even though his face was covered in wrinkles she could see he had a small, grandfatherly smile on his face.
Behind him stood a man a woman, both looking to be in there mid-thirties. The woman had long red hair that fell down to the middle of her back, and was wearing light blue ribs, and bright green eyes. The man, who for some reason looked very familiar, had short, messy black hair, wore black robes and had a pair of glasses covering his blue eyes.
And finally, clinging to the woman's legs, were two children that, despite one being a boy and the other a girl, were clearly twins. They both looked like a mix of the man and woman, the boy looking more like what Takami could only assume was his father and the girl was more like his mother, and looked to be around seven years old.
Takami waved off the security guards when she saw them moving to intercept the group, before waling over herself and clearing her throat to get their attention.
"Who are you and why are you here?"
"I'm sorry, do you know English? I'm afraid none of us speak Japanese."
So they were English then, she hadn't needed to speak English since Harry finished learning Japanese a few years back. The fact it was the old man who spoke only confirmed her thoughts that he was the one in charge of the little group.
"Whatever, I asked who you were and why you're here. This is a restricted building, if I don't like your answer I'll have you thrown out."
Instead of looking intimidated like she was expecting, the only man only smiled, his eyed seeming to actually twinkle.
"Of course, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Takami looked at the hand the old man offered, her own arms not moving an inch, and took a moment to look at him before letting out a sigh.
"Right, I already call security, I suggest you leave before they get here and go to the closest metal hospital. I happen to know for a fact that there is one only a five minute walk from this building."
Turning her back to the group, taking out another cigarette as she made to walk away, Takami stopped dead in her tracks at the man's next words.
"We are looking for a young boy who went missing several years ago by the name Harry Potter, he was with his Aunt and Uncle at the time, there last name was Dursley…"
A shard of ice shot down Takami's spine, using all her self-control to keep her face as blank as possible, before turning back to the old man with eyes as hard as steel.
"I think you should leave…now."
Before the man could speak, the red headed women stepped forward, passing the two children off to her husband, and gave Takami a pleading expression with tears in her eyes.
"Please, if you know something about Harry you have to tell us, we just want our son back."
Despite her best efforts, the white haired scientist could do nothing to stop her eyes widening, flicking to the man who she now realised looked like an older version of Harry with different eyes. In the next ten seconds Takami's skin went deadly pale, her hands shaking and pupils dilating, her mind racing. This was Harry's family, the family that had left him with his abusive aunt and uncle, the family who had abandoned him. The moment he realised who they were Harry was going to kill them.
Now, while she had no problem with the idea of him killing his parents, the fact there were also two little children, apparently Harry's little brother and sister, wasn't something she could in good conscience do nothing about. She doubt the little monster would think twice about killing them, something she wasn't going to let happen.
Quickly looking over to the elevators in fear, remembering she had already called for Harry and Karasuba to come down, Takami turned back to the group who were now staring at her expectantly.
"You need to leave, right now!"
This time it was the man who stepped forward, a frown on his face, and one hand holding something inside his pocket she couldn't see.
"We're not going anywhere until you tell us where our son is!"
"You don't understand, if you don't leave right now there will be nothing I can do! Just get out the building and forget about him, you're too late!"
By this point the two children were hiding behind their mother's leg, while the three adults were staring at her with wide eyes.
"Too late for what, Takami-chan?"
Her whole body froze at the voice directly behind her, her skin tuning completely white now to match her hair, and her eyes widened as she lowly turned her head to look over her shoulder.
There stood Harry, dressed in his Disciplinary Squad uniform, manga book in hand. He had a small cut on his right cheek that was still bleeding slightly, along with slightly bloody white bandages wrapped around his hands and arms, and wasn't even looking at her as he spoke.
"Sorry it took so long for me to response, and Karasuba-chan is busy in a meeting with Minaka so she isn't going to be coming, so what exactly is going on?"
Takami couldn't form words, her mind was completely blank as she looked fearfully from Harry to the group of oddly dressed people.
But before she could think of a way out of this situation, it was too late, the group had seen him and from the loud gasp from the women, recognised him.
"Harry…is that really you…you're so big."
She watched as the boy turned to look at the group with a raised eyebrow, mango still in hand as he took them in at a glance, before switching to English.
"English huh, been a while since I needed to use it, but I guess it never hurts to practice something you haven't using for a few years. Are you the people I was called down for, and why do they seem to know my name…Takami why is that women's face leaking, I haven't even done anything yet?"
By this point the red headed women, Harry's mother, was crying with a shaky smile on her face. Takami also noticed that the man was having to hold her back from running over and hugging him, though he looked to be struggling with himself not to do the same as the two kids looked at their parents innocently. The only one who seemed to notice something was wrong was the old man, who was now staring at Harry with a small frown on his face.
After a minute passed as she still didn't answer him, Harry turned his attention back to the women and tilted his head slightly in confusion.
"You…leaking woman…why the hell are you fucking crying?"
"You watch your langue's young man!"
Takami was a little surprised at the women's sudden change in behaviour, but still couldn't bring herself to try and warn them as she watched Harry, who had now put away his book, get a small smile on his face she had seen more than once over the last few years.
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Harry could tell these people were going to be fun to mess with, especially if the red head was so bothered about his langue.
Over the last three years he had grown out of killing random people around him, though he still would he there was a reason, and had taken to using mind games instead. After all, MBI only had so many people working for them, it wouldn't do to run out.
So putting his manga away, he wanted to enjoy this conversation to the fullest, Harry let is now trademark smile cross his lips. It was the same smile he used whenever he was about to do something fun, but ever since people working at MBI realised what it meant he didn't get to use it as often as he would have like, what with them running away whenever he used it.
Locking his eyes on the woman for the moment, Harry crossed his arms over his chest, already enjoying himself.
"Really, is there something wrong with my fucking, langue? Bloody hell, I never noticed, I wonder why none of these cock sucking arse clowns didn't tell me. What a bunch of tight-lipped arseholes!"
His smile slowly turned into a grin as he saw her face lowly turning from white in shock, to red in anger.
"I said stop it, that is no way for a boy your age to talk!
"You know what I like you, your funny and easy to mess with, all the people hear just run away my I start fucking with her heads, it's a nice change of pace. Unfortunately you and rest of your oddly dressed little sideshow aren't supposed to be here, so either you leave or I will be forced to make you…"
Moving so that he was standing in front of the women, the old man that looked like Santa cleared his throat before holding out his hand.
"Hello Harry, my name is Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore, we have been looking for you for a long time…"
Smiling, Harry grabbed the man's hand and held it tight enough to make him wince.
"Hi, I'm Harry Potter, nice to meet you, I already forgot your name so I'll just call you Santa. Now get the hell out of the MBI tower."
He was still holding the man's hand, and before letting it go gave another bone creaking squeeze, before finally letting it go.
"Please, if you would just give us a moment of your time, I am sure you have realized by now that you are not like other people and I can explain to you why that is."
"No shit Sherlock, I figured that out when I was four years old, but I must admit you have peaked my interest…"
Smiling at him, Harry watched as the man turned to gesture to the people behind him, naming them as he did.
"Good, but first allow me to introduce the people with me. This is James and his wife Lilly, and the two children are there twins Rose and Charles."
Finally taking note of the two little kids still clinging to the women's legs, Harry tilted his head to the side slightly with a smile.
"Awe, well aren't you two cute, I could just want to hug you so hard your little eyes would pop out of your heads!"
He saw Dumbledore smile, clearly not realizing Harry didn't mean what he said as an expression, he clapped his hands together in front of him before looking around.
"I was hoping we might go somewhere a little more private, and if you could get your aunt and uncle to join us as soon as possible, we can have a long talk."
When Harry let out a chuckle, the three adults looked at him oddly.
"Sure, just let go get a shovel, their buried in a ditch about a mile outside of Tokyo. But I warn you they will smell like shit after being in the ground for so long."
The looks of shock he got from this statement made Harry grin, and it took a few seconds before the woman was able to speak.
"Their dead…?"
"Yep, almost five years now, the CEO had them dumped in a ditch. Personally I suggested be feed them to some pigs, you know Recycle and all that, but Karasuba-chan said it would probably just make them sick."
"H-how could you say such things!"
Raising an eyebrow at the woman for her outburst as if she was the crazy one, Harry shrugged his shoulders to show he didn't care.
"Easily and with a smile on my face, my only regret is that I didn't get to kill them myself, I am sure it would have been very therapeutic. As it is I will just have to settle for the fact that they died in enormous, unimaginable pain as there every cell was destroyed by the gas my idiot of a cousin accidently realised. I am told there screams could be heard throughout the whole building along with the other thirty they killed along with them."
He saw the way they all paled at his words, even the old man, and the fact he had said it all with a smile on his face only seemed to make it worse. Harry honestly loved the looks on their faces right now, they were right up there with terror, desperation and hopelessness.
"My sister has been dead for almost five years…and I didn't even know?"
Harry's whole body turned to stone at the women's words, his expression freezing on his face as his eyes widened. He heard Takami cures off to his side, but ignored it, his full attention moving to the once again crying woman as she was hugging her husband…a man who could have been Harry's older clone.
His smile slowly turning to a demented grin, though the people didn't seem to notice, Harry's hands twitched at his side as he locked his eyes on her.
"Did you say…sister?"
Not realizing the danger she was in, Lilly nodded her head without a words, still clinging to James.
"I see, so you my mother are you?"
This time she did look at him, and gave him a smile, as if she was expecting him to run up and hug her any minute.
"Yes, I-"
"The same woman who, according to my aunt, was a filthy whore who got herself knocked up by an alcoholic freak. Who after giving birth to me, abandoned me on their door step in the middle of the night, in the rain, because you didn't want a little freak like me?"
If they had been shocked before at the new of his aunt and uncles deaths, then now there was no words to describe what they looked like right now.
"W-what…"
"The same mother who left me with people that hated my guts, treated me as a slave, and beat me to the point of near death countless times over the five years I was forced to live with them before they died?"
At this point Dumbledore once again stepped forward, his skin pale, and locked his eyes on Harry's.
"There must be some mistake, you were left with your aunt for protection-"
Before he could even finish his sentence, Harry interrupted him by falling over and laughing, holding his sides as he rolled on the floor.
"P-protection! HAHAHA! They tried to kill me five times, and that's not including when I was almost beaten to death! HAHAHA!"
"Well, you seem to be having a good time, my little Harry-chan. Care to share the joke?"
They all turned to look at the new speaking, and Harry grinned when he saw Karasuba walking over to them with a grin on her face, hand on her hilt as she looked over the group in front of him.
Getting to his feet and calming down enough to talk again, Harry moved over to stand next to his Sekirei, who grabbed his hand the moment he was within reach, before speaking in English.
"Karasuba-chan, it's my mother, father, who I now realize are my little brother and sister, and Santa!"
He felt her stiffen, before her face took on the exact same grin his did when he realised who they were, the grip on her katana tightening slightly.
"Really! That's grate Harry-chan, I have wanted to meet the rest of your family ever since I dumped the last once I met in that ditch! It is a pleasure to meet you all!"
This time the group seemed to notice something was wrong with the grin on Karasuba's face, before the woman turned red when she heard what his Sekirei said.
"You what!"
He saw Lilly's hand reach for something at her side, and without thinking teleported next to her and grabbed her wrist, before grabbing the stick from her hand. The sound seemed to make the two men reach on instinct, and both moved to pull out their own sticks, but again Harry just teleported next to them, grabbed them, before reappearing next to Karasuba again.
"Apparition…but that's impossible!"
Ignoring the old man's words for a moment as he examined the three piece of wood in his hands with a bored expressing, Harry held them up as he looked at the three adults of the group.
"What were you planning on doing with twigs? Poke us? And people say we're mad, Karasuba-chan."
"Give us back our wands!"
Turning to look at the three again, getting an evil smirk on his face, Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"Sure"
He then threw the three sticks into the air in front of him, before faster than the human eye could see drew his Ninjato and sliced them all in two. His eyes widen slightly in surprise when puffs of smoke were released from each, but shrugged it off a moment later as he kicked the piece back over to them.
The three were just staring at the pieces of wood in shock, the old man in particular, unable to comprehend what he had just done.
Their reactions only made his smile, and he could feel Karasuba silently chuckling next to him as she retook his hand.
"What have you done…the Elder Wand…this can't be happening…"
When they finally looked back at him, Harry stuck his tongue out at them childishly, before grinning again.
"I don't know what the big deal is, it's not like you're going to need them anymore, because I'm going to kill you before you leave this building…"
He watched as all their eyes widened in shock and fear, sending a glance at the pile of wood at their feet, as the two children tried to hide behind Lilly.
"B-but Harry, we're your family…"
He turned his eyes on James, his father, as he finally realised they were in danger and tried to stand in front on his wife and children…as if that would protect them. Harry tilted his head to the side, his eyes closed and a smile on his lips.
"I know…that's what's going to make this so fun…"
He was about to move, but stopped when he felt a firm hand grab his shoulder, holding him in place. He turned to see who it was, and frowned when he followed the arm and saw it was Karasuba, who had her own frown on her face.
She was holding her phone in her other hand to the side of her head, clearly not liking what she was being told, before hanging it up and looking at him.
"Minaka wants to talk to them, you'll have to wait and kill them when he's done."
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