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To a reviewer to asked if Neji was dead:

I'm not sure why you would think that, seeing as Neji appeared as an ANBU in the first chapter. But just to clarify: no, he's not dead.

Chapter Four: Introductions into the Circle

Eyes. Wide, wide, wide eyes, seeing nothing, looking at nothing; they were just two lumps of something embedded in the woman's skull. No, she wasn't even a woman yet, still young enough to be called a girl.

Blood. Red, red, red blood, spraying the ground and spreading across the dirt like spilled water… except this wasn't water. It was blood; so red, so gleaming, so bright.

That body. That limp, limp, limp body. Rough, callused hands picked it up, cradling the small frame. The tiny, fragile, body lolled in his arms, so helpless.

"Wake up. Come on, Yuuki, wake up."

The words were fervent, whispered, so full of regret and pain and sorrow.

"Come on, wake up."

Shaking. Was the body shaking, or was it the hands? He couldn't tell. Suddenly, Yuuki's body started to wobble, shimmering in and out of existence. Why? What was happening now? Was it a genjutsu?

Clear crystal droplets splashed down on the girl's face. Her stone-cold, hard and emotionless face. What was it? Oh right, tears… Who was crying?

Me, he thought numbly. I'm the one crying. How stupid… crying over a corpse.

But the eyes, oh god, the eyes… they gazed at him. You killed me, you filthy shit of a captain. You killed me. Now I will never see my family again. I hate you. This is all your fault.

"Not my fault."

But of course it was your fault.

"I didn't mean to."

You were the one who led her on this mission.

"I'm sorry."

That's not going to bring her back, is it?

Her eyes were staring at him.

"It's my fault."

Hands. The hands holding her were covered in a scarlet substance. Blood. Why was blood everywhere? The palms glistened and the blood under the nails had already dried, crusting it like baked pastry.

Accusation; that was what her eyes said, and they were wide and full of innocence and he was the one who killed her and now she would never live out her life it was all his fault he was the one who killed her he killed her he killed her I killed her–

"Mr Nara!"

Shikamaru jerked and he shot up, gasping for breath, his chest heaving. Wild-eyed, he stared frantically at his hands, thinking for a second that it would be covered in that horrible liquid, thinking that the blood would be under his nails and dripping down his arms and–

"Mr Nara?"

An adolescent, female, naïve voice brought Shikamaru out of his demented stupor, and he dimly noticed that sweat was running down his brow and the sides of his face, and he hastily wiped it away. He blinked, noticing that he had an audience for the first time.

The bushy-haired teen–the one who called his name–was staring at him with slightly frightened eyes. She was clutching the arm of the lanky redheaded boy; he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"S-sorry," she spluttered. "But, um, Mrs Weasley just wanted us to tell you that lunch is ready. So–so we came up here to–"

"Sank you," Shikamaru cut across her, trying to even his breathing. He screwed up his face, trying to word his next sentence correctly, like Sirius had taught him. "I come down soon."

"Alright, we'll see you then," said the girl. She made to go, but the boy hesitated.

"Are you alright?" the boy asked. Shikamaru blinked–at the back of his mind, he was pleased to note that he had calmed himself down, though his heart was thumping uncontrollably–and regarded the teen with a careful scrutiny. His next sentence was notably warmer when he spoke.

"I alright, sank you for asking," said Shikamaru, giving him a small smile. "A–what you call it?–bad vision, yeah."

"A nightmare," the girl said. "A bad dream, right?"

"Yes, nightmare. Sank you," said Shikamaru. The two of them grinned, but it was wary. "Eh, what is your names?"

"I'm Hermione Granger," said the girl.

"Ron Weasley."

"I am Shikamaru Nara," said the jounin. "Just call me Shikamaru." Sirius had told him about the way the names were said in English. "Pleasure to meet you."

"You too," said Hermione. Her face took on a kinder expression. "We'll see you downstairs."

After the two left, Shikamaru slumped back down onto his pillows, heaving a shaky sigh. The nightmare was still vivid in his mind, the colours and scents all too real.

"Nightmare, ka?" Shikamaru mumbled. "If only that were so."

Hermione had felt cautious and guarded when she entered Mr Nara's room, but all those feelings disappeared once she saw the twitching body and the pained, tortured expression on his face. After Mrs Weasley had told her to go and tell him to come down and eat, Ron had muttered, "But what if he's a paedophile or something?" and at which Hermione had whacked him over the head with a rolled-up newspaper. Nevertheless, Hermione was grateful for the company Ron provided; going into a fully-grown man's room–let alone a stranger's–was a bit intimidating.

Going quietly up the stairs, she and Ron had paused when they heard a sharp intake of breath. Glancing at one another, they reached the landing Mr Nara's room was in and gently knocked. Nobody answered and they both could clearly hear soft murmurings on the other side. There was a choked gasp and Hermione, not caring about privacy, pushed the door open, and she and Ron stumbled in.

What she didn't expect to find was Mr Nara tossing around in his bed, sweat covering his face and his teeth clenched together. Without warning, his hand rose up, and it looked like he was staring at it–except he was still asleep. His fingers drifted in front of his face and then they started to shake.

"Mr Nara," she said loudly. He continued to dream. "Mr Nara!"

With a sudden start, the man bolted upwards, his eyes flying open. For the first second or so, he stared at his hand with a crazed look on his face, and then, as if he had sensed them, his face turned towards Hermione and Ron.

That was about half an hour ago, and Mr Nara–Shikamaru–still hadn't come down from his room.

"He's a nutcase," Ron said quietly. Hermione threw him a withering glare.

"Really, Ronald," Hermione snapped, "Everyone dreams, you know."

"Reminds me of Harry," Ron continued, seemingly oblivious to what his friend had just said. "You know, how his scar hurts and all."

"That's different," Hermione insisted. "And are you implying that Harry's a nutcase?"

"No, of course not!" Ron protested. Hermione was prevented from replying when Mrs Weasley appeared behind them, her eyes worried.

"I do hope Mr Nara is coming down soon," she said. "I really don't want to start without him."

Everyone was seated around the table, laughing and joking around. Sirius, Fred and George were huddled in the corner; Lupin and Tonks sat together, chatting amiably; Mr Weasley had returned from work and was telling Ginny about his day. Hermione surveyed the scene and played with her sleeve.

Finally, she heard the door opening, and as if on cue, the whole table hushed down. All gazes were on the landing in which the mysterious man would appear–Shikamaru.

Finally, with silent footsteps, he came into view. The spiky black hair, the strange clothing, all was there. But Shikamaru had purple bags under his eyes, the result of the nightmare, and his skin was still rather pale. All the same, he stared at the gathering, and said nothing but, "Yo."

That broke the tension that coated the room, and the occupants relaxed, smiled and welcomed him. Hermione could tell that he was a little taken-aback by the hospitality–though everyone was still suspicious around him, and Shikamaru obviously knew that–but he accepted it in good graces.

"I don't believe you've met Tonks?" Mrs Weasley said, smiling at him. The woman–whose hair was dull orange today–waved, and said, "Wotcher."

Shikamaru tried not to show how uneasy he was by the niceness of everyone, and he sat down between the one called Lupin and the man called Arthur Weasley. Molly Weasley waved her wand, and Shikamaru tried not to react when he saw the flying pots and bowls of food drifting towards them.

After Hermione and Ron had gone back down, Shikamaru had stayed in his bed, staring up at the ceiling for what felt like half an hour. Though he tried not to, the memory kept replaying itself, reminding him of the things he had done like some masochistic inner movie theatre in his brain. He just couldn't get rid of them.

He poked the food queasily, running chakra through the plate and pieces of meat almost without thinking as he checked for toxins. It was a habit picked up from many VIP guarding missions; he had almost been poisoned a few times. One time, he actually had been, and it was only by convenience and luck that they had gotten him to Konoha Hospital and Sakura had been able to heal him in time.

The jounin couldn't help but think that everyone was incredibly twitchy today. True, he had been holed up in his room for the past few days, only coming down to eat and practice his English with Sirius, and he had avoided contact with the kids, but he could still tell something was up. He was a little out of it.

"What is going on?" Shikamaru asked curiously to Sirius, who was sitting opposite him.

"My godson is coming," Sirius beamed. Shikamaru hadn't seen the man so happy before.

"He is special, yes?" Shikamaru asked.

"Yup. He's my best friend's son, and I'm his godfather. Basically, I take care of him if anything happens to his parents," Sirius explained.

"Ah, what happened to his parents?"

"They're dead."

Those two words were bitter, and as the conversation had progressed, Sirius' face had turned sadder.

"Who killed them?"

The question was blunt, but Shikamaru could tell by simply looking at Sirius' face that their deaths weren't ordinary. However, Sirius still looked at Shikamaru in surprise, before saying shortly, "Murdered."

"Ah."

Shikamaru decided to leave it at that; the others were looking at him strangely, and he turned back to his food. Some mushy stuff called 'ma-shoe-deh poh-tay-toh' and 'stay-ku'.

"Steak," Sirius said, his lips curving into a grin, "not 'stay-ku'."

Apart from Sirius, nobody else really talked to Shikamaru.

"Stay-ku," Shikamaru repeated.

"Don't put '-ku' at the end," Sirius said. "Just 'steak'."

"Stea-keh," Shikamaru tried again. God, he hated English.

"Better," Sirius allowed. Hermione had picked up on their conversation, and she leaned in, dangerous curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

"So, where exactly are you from, Mr–I mean–Shikamaru?" Hermione asked.

"Um… Shinobi Nations," Shikamaru said uncomfortably. "Sometimes call Hidden Countries." He hoped that the witch would take the hint. She did.

"Oh, so I suppose it's hidden, isn't it," said Hermione, looking disappointed.

"Yes," Shikamaru smiled. "You better than others; they a-rays ask 'Where?' Don't understand it is hidden."

"You're getting your 'l's and 'r's mixed up again," Sirius cut in. "Always, not 'a-rays'."

Shikamaru gave a frustrated sigh. "Sound the same."

"It's not, and before, your pronunciation for 'mashed potato' was incorrect as well," Hermione said.

"Ma-shoe-deh poh-tay-toh," Shikamaru said.

As Hermione attempted to correct him, Fred, George, and Ginny left the table, intending to do some 'sibling stuff' (which sounded highly suspicious), and Shikamaru noticed out of the corner of his eye some movement outside. He heard the now-familiar thumping sounds and concluded that it was Moody coming in. It could be a fake, though… And his paranoid ninja mind was on the loose again. Nevertheless…

"Do you have password?" Shikamaru asked. His question had been intended for Sirius, but Arthur Weasley was the one who answered.

"No, we don't," he said.

"You should," Shikamaru said seriously. "What if comrade is double? Bad security, Ar-turweasley-san."

"Call me Arthur," he said.

"Ar-tur-san."

"So, you mean if they use Polyjuice Potion or something?" Arthur frowned, going back to Shikamaru's earlier point. He scratched his balding head, his fork dropping on his plate with a clang. Shikamaru had initially thought that the knife was a blunt kunai and the fork a stabbing instrument when he had first seen the pieces of cutlery. "Well, I suppose that is a scenario we'd best avoid. But I don't think someone would go that far to impersonate our members. The Order of the Phoenix isn't a widespread group, anyway. Many of the affiliates are secret; the public don't know that they're a part of the Order."

"But still, it is possibility," Shikamaru pressed on, just as Moody stumped through the door, his black cloak flapping from the breeze.

"Hate to say it, but Nara's got a point there," Moody growled. Mrs Weasley–she had insisted he call her Molly–smiled at him from the table.

"Mad-Eye! Come join us for lunch," Molly Weasley called.

"Can't," Moody said, "it's getting late, so we should get going."

He turned back to Shikamaru, who was looking at him coolly. "You a tactician?"

"Yes," said Shikamaru. "Used to be the Chief Strategist of village, after my father."

Moody snorted. "Got privileges, did you?"

Shikamaru bristled, not liking the way the scarred man worded it.

"I get there by skill and hard work," Shikamaru said coldly. "My father is nothing to do with it. Actually, he get angry if Hokage-sama let it affect overall decision."

Moody merely grunted, his bright blue eye spinning in its socket, and turned to Tonks and Lupin.

"Alright, you two. Let's get going," Moody said. "It'll take us a while to fly there."

Both adults rose from the table and gave the others small smiles.

"We'll be back soon," said Lupin.

"With Harry," Tonks chipped in brightly. She then promptly tripped over the leg of a chair and only by Lupin pulling the back of her robes did she avoid a nasty fall. Moody sighed and then mumbled something unflattering under his breath.

"You want go with them?" Shikamaru asked, noting Sirius' bleak face. He jumped, having been lost in thought.

"Huh? Oh," Sirius said sheepishly. "You noticed, eh?"

"Obvious," Shikamaru pointed out.

"I've been stuck in this house for a while," said Sirius sourly. "I want to get out and help."

"Sometimes, best way to help is stay out of way," Shikamaru commented. He pushed his plate away, not wanting to eat the heavy food anymore. He wanted rice, Goddammit! Even freakin' ramen was better than this.

"So they all say," Sirius sighed. Shikamaru regarded him sympathetically, knowing exactly how the man felt. A ninja cooped up isn't a happy one, and Shikamaru had been in that situation too many times for his liking.

The Nara tugged on his vest, pushing a scroll that had been peeking out back into its pocket again. The sight of the scroll reminded Shikamaru that he had a missing-nin to hunt, and hell, he wasn't going to stay around in this musty house for a month doing nothing.

"I go outside," Shikamaru said, getting up from the table. Bones cracked as they popped back into place and Shikamaru massaged his neck. Sirius' eyes turned hopeful.

"Take me with you," he said. "I want to go outside."

"No, Sirius," Molly Weasley said sharply. "You know Dumbledore's orders."

"Why not? Only for little bit," said Shikamaru. There were two reasons why he was defending Sirius. One, because he liked the man, and two, because he wasn't on good terms with Dumbledore, and Shikamaru wanted–childish though it may seem–to do something to defy the old coot, even if it was something as small as letting Sirius out. "I take care."

Molly Weasley eyed Shikamaru beadily. "No."

Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "Si-lius-sempai, we go out."

Sirius' smile split his face, and he leapt up eagerly from his chair. Molly Weasley started to protest, but was drowned out by Hermione.

"Oh, but Sirius–" Hermione began, looking worried, but Ron interrupted her by saying, "Come on, Hermione, just let him out for a bit."

Hermione fell silent, biting her lip. Then, she crossed her arms, looking bad-tempered. Shikamaru took that as consent and he went out of the kitchen and down the hallway, Sirius bouncing along like an excited puppy.

He reached the heavy, falling-apart door and wretched it open. Warm sunlight fell on his face, heating his skin and illuminating the dust that stirred up behind him. By his side, Sirius laughed, and then, without warning, Shikamaru found himself staring at a large black dog the size of Akamaru.

"Gah!" he yelped, leaping outside and tightening his hold on the kunai that had appeared in his hand. The dog stared at him in surprise–it had unexpectedly intelligent-looking eyes–and then began coughing. Well, it sounded like coughing, but Shikamaru had the sneaking suspicion that it was laughing at him. He wasn't exactly well-versed in the art of deciphering doggy noises, but still, that gut feeling…

The canine probably was laughing at him. Stupid dog… but then, it clicked. The answer came amazingly slow for someone of Shikamaru's intelligence.

"Si-lius-sempai?" Shikamaru said hesitantly. The mutt–er–dog, barked happily, confirming Shikamaru's guess. His mouth dropped open. "You a… um… woof-woof!"

The dog looked at him again, and then the coughing came back, but this time louder. Again, Shikamaru had that niggling thought that Sirius was laughing at him, and this time, harder than before.

"Urusai," Shikamaru muttered. "This magic making me confusing." Great, now it sounded as if he was talking to himself. He came down the front steps of Grimmauld Place, and Sirius the Dog padded towards him. "We go along this street, yes?"

Shikamaru set off, leaving Grimmauld Place behind. He dug his hands into the pockets of his black pants, and with Sirius in this form the jounin could have been any normal, weirdly dressed civilian walking his dog. Shikamaru was grateful for the cover that brought.

He really hasn't been outside for a while, has he? Shikamaru thought, watching Sirius chase after pigeons and growling playfully. He continued along the street–Grimmauld Place was now far, far behind–and looked at the sky pensively. There were no clouds. Troublesome…

The pair wandered for about three hours but met nothing out of the ordinary, though Shikamaru did find some amusement when Sirius got so excited about scaring another couple of cats that he started chasing his own tail. Once, when passing an alleyway, Shikamaru spotted something that made his life a bit more bearable.

A shiny, metallic silver rock protruded from the wall of the alleyway. It was about the size of a fist, but engraved on the rock were the characters:

THREE-QUARTERS

Shikamaru knew that it was connected to the rock that had sent him here and was comforted by the fact that if anything went wrong, he always knew where to go if he wanted to go home. This rock would send him back to the Shinobi Nations.

Sirius gave him a perplexed whine and Shikamaru grinned at his friend, but didn't say anything. The pair headed back, darkness enveloping them in its warm embrace. The streetlights had flickered on, illuminating the night.

Walking back was quick and Shikamaru sighed in relief when he saw Grimmauld Place looming out to greet him; he had been afraid that he had gotten lost. He reached the house, went up the steps and opened the creaky door. Sirius trotted in and Shikamaru followed, closing the door behind him.

"Sirius!" cried a voice. Hermione materialised into view, her eyes wide and anxious. Sirius barked at her and then transformed back into a man.

"I'm fine, Hermione," he said, clapping her shoulder. "But the walk out was excellent."

Shikamaru noticed that Sirius' cheeks were pinker, and his eyes were brighter and more cheerful. The walk really had done him good. They shuffled down the hallway and into the kitchen where Molly Weasley was cleaning the windows.

"Oh, Sirius, you made it back," she said in clear relief. Shikamaru made a noise.

"I told you I take care, Mollyweasley-san," he said.

"Molly," she said, "call me Molly. And yes, I can see that you have looked after him."

Her tone was still a tad disapproving.

"I'm not a child, you know," Sirius grumbled. His eyes flitted around the room. "Ain't the Advance Guard back yet?"

"No," said Arthur, looking up from his newspaper. "But they should be, give or take ten minutes."

"Why need protect?" Shikamaru asked.

"You-Know-Who could be lurking anywhere," Sirius said darkly.

"You-Know-Who real name?" Shikamaru said. Even his limited English allowed him to know that 'You-Know-Who' as a name was extremely strange.

Ron, who had been listening to their conversation, blanched. "You don't say it around here," he said in a low voice.

"Why?" Shikamaru said. "Taboo?"

"In a way, yes," said Hermione. "The name is feared; people don't like to–"

"Voldemort," Sirius said. He was staring hard at Shikamaru. "His name is Voldemort."

Ron and Hermione both squeaked, and Molly and Arthur both glanced up from whatever they were doing, their mouths agape. But Shikamaru merely looked back at Sirius, his face contemplative.

It's logical that Kako could be working for Voldemort, Shikamaru thought, but why, though? Voldemort could have also hired her, but there is no indication that he would need her help. It's also possible, though, and considering the circumstances, highly likely.

The jounin was in his room, his head in his hands, trying to think, to predict. Unfortunately, it seemed like his genius had deserted him for the day.

Shikamaru groaned and buried his face into the pillow, wanting to scream. This was going nowhere.

Fantastic; he had only been stuck in this house for three days and he was already going nuts from lack of activity.

The sound of the door opening alerted Shikamaru back to grimness. Collecting himself, he went down to greet the famous Harry Potter. He wasn't sure what to expect but decided to just wait and see before forming any theories.

He stepped into the hallway just in time to see Molly ushering a teenage boy towards him. All the Order members who had escorted him had disappeared into the kitchen. The boy saw him and his eyes widened comically before Molly pushed him up the stairs, and at the same time, Moody's voice growled out, "Nara, come in here."

Shikamaru turned and walked through the kitchen door and saw quite a number of people gathered there. Tonks, Lupin, Moody, Arthur, Sirius, Bill, a dark-skinned man, a stern-looking woman, Dumbledore, some man with greasy black hair and a pile of rags in the corner. Again, the analysis came.

Dark-skinned man–valuable

Stern-looking woman–valuable

Greasy-haired man–valuable

Pile of rags (which Shikamaru had identified as a person)–valuable, but not as a fighter

Shikamaru made no attempt at a greeting but merely dropped into a chair next to Sirius, the only one whom Shikamaru could actually call a friend. Molly hurried in a few seconds later and the door closed.

"Right," said the greasy-haired man, throwing a contemptuous look at Shikamaru, "this is the plan for the Department of Mysteries where the prophecy is hidden–" he spread out a map, which Shikamaru couldn't make head or tail of "–and the prophecy is there. Now, I believe that we should have…"

As the man babbled on and on, Shikamaru noticed that this group, the Order of the Phoenix, was highly impressive. They had enormous resources and many of its members were planted within the Ministry as spies. They seemed to know exactly what they were doing, and as the meeting progressed, everyone's faces were serious and without a hint of humour.

"But that's too easy," Sirius argued. "It would be way too obvious."

"Then what do you suggest, Black?" the man called Snape sneered. "We have no other choice. If we don't post a guard there, then getting past the door would be child's play."

Sirius and Snape liked to quarrel a lot.

Shikamaru wanted to join in the discussion. These kinds of things, after all, were his specialty, but his lack of knowledge of the wizarding world limited his suggestions, so he opted to remain silent. Partway through the meeting, Shikamaru thought he heard raised voices upstairs, but because of the vastness of the house, it was hard to tell.

Finally, the Nara sensed that the meeting was drawing to a close and all the scrolls and instruments that littered the table was swept up and taken away. The attention was turned on him.

"So this is Shikamaru Nara?" asked the dark-skinned man. Kingsley was his name.

"Nara Shikamaru," Shikamaru muttered under his breath.

"Yes. He has claimed that there is an enemy hidden within Hogwarts' walls," Dumbledore said, speaking up for the first time. He looked decidedly weary. "He is a shinobi, one from the Shinobi Nations."

Shikamaru tapped on the metal plate sewed onto his sleeve, his village's symbol flashing. "Konoha," he said simply, "the Village Hidden in the Leaves."

"And what," said the woman called Minerva McGonagall, "are you doing here?"

"Find missing-nin," he said, pulling out the photo of Ohayashi Kako, "kill her, go home."

McGonagall's thin eyebrows pulled together. "Kill her? Whatever for?"

"She is danger to us," Shikamaru said. "Is simple elimination."

"And what is wrong with simply putting her in prison?" Kingsley asked. Shikamaru raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"No. Loyalty to village is absolute. If loyalty is forfeit, then it is punish by death. Missing-nin leak Village secrets to other Hidden Villages; very bad, very wrong. A ninja without a village is like a man without a name."

"You spoke a grammatically correct sentence," Sirius murmured under his breath in mock wonder. Shikamaru resisted the urge to punch his shoulder.

"We will not question the ways of shinobi," Dumbledore said as he saw his colleagues open their mouths to protest. "Mr Nara will be allowed to go to Hogwarts to seek out the missing-nin he is hunting. After he takes care of her, he will go home. It is plain and simple. I have allowed him to attend this Order meeting to further his knowledge."

"But what if it is a trap?" Snape demanded. "What if he is one of the Dark Lord's little undercover moles?"

"I no use magic," Shikamaru said. "No wand. I tell you; I am shinobi, not wizard."

"He is," Sirius said. "He demonstrated for me."

"Demonstrate again," Snape said.

"Mendokuse," Shikamaru muttered, but he complied. "Henge no Jutsu!"

With a puff of smoke, sitting in Shikamaru's place was a perfect copy of Snape, though everyone was sure that the real Snape wouldn't be lounging about so carelessly with that bored look on his face. With another poof, Shikamaru changed back.

"And that concludes the meeting," Dumbledore said abruptly. Shikamaru saw that the old man seemed to be in a hurry, and everyone else was giving each other confused looks. "Same time next week."

The sounds of scraping chairs echoed and many of the Order left, though a few stayed sitting, presumably to eat dinner. Shikamaru didn't turn around at first when he had the many footsteps indicating that the kids were coming down, but when one set paused, Shikamaru smirked and twisted his neck to gaze at the bespectacled boy staring in curiosity at him.

Dark hair, perpetually messy, covered his head, and underneath his fringe, Shikamaru saw a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Updated: 28 April 2012