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Kami-sama
Chapter 2
Harry found he could open his eyes. The world, while tremendously boring, was rather bright. Managing to at least move his head, Harry looked around and saw blurs of colors; blues, greens, and yellows. The yellow was moving, and Harry assumed it was somebody's hair.
"Nani?" the voice he thought to be "Naruto" asked.
"Wh-what? I don't understand you," Harry barely managed to get out before coughing racked his body.
"He speaks English you baka," the smooth voice of Deidara told the other. "He's obviously not Japanese."
"Sorry, I didn't know," Naruto replied.
Harry was exhausted. It took most of his strength just to say that one sentence, and of course coughing. For the rest of, well Harry assumed it was day since it was so bright, the two apparently Japanese men tried in vain to get him to speak. Harry struggled to keep his eyes open and stay awake, but when night came it was too much for him, and he fell into a nightmare filled dream.
He dreamed of all those who died back in Britain. He dreamed of Voldemort and his piercing red gaze and he dreamed of what almost happened to him… He dreamed most of all of this, for it seemed as though nobody else mattered. When they died, it was like all the feeling had been stolen away from him, and he had feelings only for his own preservation.
Before light had even come, Harry woke up in a cold sweat, screaming at the top of his lungs. When he woke up, he found he could move.
A/N: The second chapter! Finally! Sorry if it sucks but it's the best I can do right now. Sorry. Like it? Please review!
