Title: Apprentice of the Shark Demon
Author: Formerly PiperDreamer, now LonelyAura
Slant means thought
Warning: Cursing. Gore.
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What happens when young Harry Potter uses accidental magic and
apparates to Mist and is now the apprentice of Kisame Hoshigaki?
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Kisame watched as the target -ahem- student got back up, a interesting feat since the kid was still bound up.
Zabuza had left to ask Hiroshi for aspirin, saying just watching this was giving him a headache.
But to be honest he really didn't care, he was frustrated.
Why hadn't the kid tried to teleport? Any other sane being with a working brain would have tried to avoid getting hit with this, regardless if he told them not to!
Kisame stood still griping the ball in his hand as he watch the boy's eyes uncrossed since somewhere along the way the kid lost his eye gear which he had a clone take off the field to prevent them from breaking. Expensive little buggers.
Really though what sane person wouldn't be afraid to having something impact them with enough force to bruise? If it hadn't been for that specially made madman coat, the kid might have suffered broken bones.
Kisame looked at the brats eyes, hoping to see any indication to this mad idiosyncrasy.
Staring back him were a pair of intrepid emeralds, showing no fear, no hatred, just a steely resolve, as though he purely lived for this.
My life is yours to mold, build, wield, weld and destroy with however you see fit. The oath that the kid said came unbidden to his mind.
He…doesn't fear me. Kisame thought, feeling his respect for the kid rise, if not a little begrudgingly as another memory came up.
I have no reason for living. But if you keep me I'll do everything you tell me to. I won't complain, I'll do everything to my best abilities. I can cook, clean, and if you get angry you can just beat me up, I'm used to it. But please sir, don't deny me the right to exist.
Existence.
The boy's ultimate trepidation and security of mindset and understanding. The way the boy perceives things.
I wonder…how would you respond if your state of mind were to be threatened?
"Gaki," He said in his gruff voice.
Said boy focused his eyes to him, giving the man his complete and undivided attention.
"We're going to do things a little differently. You are to avoid getting hit at all cost, I don't care what methods you use, but avoid these balls."
"Yes sir!"
Now let's see your reaction to this.
"But here's the catch," the shark-like ninja said. "If you get hit three times, you can go back to wherever you came from because I'll disown you."
The effect was immediate. Gaki looked positively horror-struck, shock overrode his features and - there it is- fear clouded his vision.
Now let's see what you'll do.
"Get ready! Prove your existence to me!" Kisame said, throwing another rubber ball.
The ball impacted the boy, causing him to hit the ground again.
One.
"Get up Gaki!" He yelled. Come on kid.
The boy got back up. He threw another. It hit the boy.
Two. Come on!
He waited for the boy to get up again.
"Last chance!" He yelled, throwing the final sphere.
It felt like time had slowed down as he watched to ball draw closer to the boy who looked as though it wasn't a rubber ball heading towards him but the shinigami.
COME ON!
SNAP!
The ball hit the boy making him hit the ground.
Or at least that's what should have happened.
Instead the ball hit an empty straightjacket.
CRACK!
Kisame turned just in time to see Gaki drop to the ground, then disappear again before he made contact with the earth.
POP!
Gaki was next to him. Kisame grinned. He did it!
CRACK!
The boy was on the other side of the field. Kisame was a little worried. Why is he still teleporting?
SNAP!
The youngster was now ten feet away from him.
CRACK!
Gaki teleported to the left side of the field.
…then dropped like a rock to the ground as red liquid spewed everywhere.
"AHHHHHHH!"
What the hell? Why is he bleeding?
As the shinobi ran he momentarily stopped at the spot Gaki had been moments ago. Kisame eyes widened.
There on the ground, was Gaki left leg.
He teleported without his leg?
Grabbing the thin leg, he shunshin himself to the bleeding screaming boy.
Not good, he's bleeding too much, too fast.
Pinching the right artery, he turned to the direction of the medic's house yelling, ""HIROSHI! GET HERE QUICK BEFORE GAKI BLEEDS TO DEATH!"
XXX
Deep in the undergrowth, a pair of yellowy red eyes watch the whole ordeal between the shark man and the boy.
What a talented child! Oh her master would be so pleased to see this! She had been spying on the boy for the past two months and she must admit, the boy was a plethora of power.
Just what her master desired.
Then she saw the boy teleport away from his leg.
'Poor thing'. If only he had better control, but that would come with experience.
Then she saw the old human come with the younger bandaged one.
Yes,yes the old one would fix him up, yes he would, she had seen him do so many times.
Her master can't have a damaged tool after all.
So she watched on, watching in delight as the boy forced himself to be silent, obeying what the geezer said as the shark freak shunshin away.
'Soon, little one, and my Master shall claim you too.'
XXX
Zabuza leaned against the doorway, appearing to be engrossed in his smut but had anyone took a moment they'd noticed that his eyes never moved.
No, Zabuza was making sure Kisame didn't do something ballistic.
Despite popular believe, Zabuza and Kisame did get along, and even when they'd much rather rub something in the other's face, they also knew when to act as a barrier of sorts.
He was just making sure Kisame didn't go out and kill another politician or lawyer.
They had been waiting for nearly 11 hours since Hiroshi and a group of young medic he scrambled together had gone to assess the damage and reattach the leg.
From what the good doctor had told them, he had never seen a wound like this one before.
Zabuza didn't need to be a genius to know that if a man who's seen two shinobi wars, a civil war and had over 47 years of experience and has seen every medical thing under the moon and back says he hadn't seen this before, that it was bad.
All he and Kisame could do was wait.
Gaki felt like his entire being was the embodiment of pain.
He remembered seeing a blurry sphere rushing towards him, Kisame-sama's words echoing in his ear, and then he felt like he was being sucked into a bottle then popped out. He remembered seeing the ground below him and that he wasn't touching it and another suction feeling and he was next to his Master. He remembered.
He remembered seeing the look of pride on Kisame-sama's face and (he may be deluding himself here) relief that he did it.
And he remembered feeling happy to have done it. So happy he wanted to teleport again and again.
And he did.
Then he felt pain. He had not been ripped, torn, cut nor hacked, but he did feel like he had experienced something much more agonizing then any normal torture. He felt as though he wasn't completely there.
And he wasn't sure, but he could have sworn that he heard a malevolent laughter echo in the back of his mind.
XXX
Kisame stood up when Hiroshi walked in, covered in sweat and blood looking older then he usually did. Not bothering to say anything the old man plopped into the nearest seat his head resting on his bloodied arms.
Kisame and Zabuza looked at one other then Zabuza snapped his book shut before walking over to Hiroshi, none-too-gently nudging him.
"Oi Hiroshi, what's the verdict?"
Lifting his head, the man looked at Zabuza with blood shot eyes. "He'll live. I got his leg reattached but I recommend he stays off it till it heals fully. Hell, I recommend he quit having Kisame as his sensei at the very least because obviously the man's hell bent on killing the kid before his next birthday! Sadist." He said before resting his head back on gored-covered arms.
"But he can still be a shinobi, right?" Kisame said curiously as he and Zabuza sat down.
Hiroshi raised his head again, obvious to the blood dripping down his forehead as he glared at the tall man.
"I want to know something, Hoshigaki-san," the veteran said in a steely tone as he stood up, "HOW the fuck did that kid get a wound like that? There was no cut, rip, grazing, shredding or any other means of decapitation used in this particular wound! If I didn't know any better I'd say the leg had just fallen right off!"
"…It did fall off. Sort of." Kisame said.
Hiroshi and Zabuza just stared at him like he had just told them that pixies, wizards and leprechauns existed.
It took some time but Kisame managed to explain what had happened. Zabuza looked skeptical whole Hiroshi looked ready to smack him, because of the outlandish story or using a child's fear like that Kisame didn't know.
"Kisame, that story is really hard to believe." Zabuza said then sighed. "Though," he said like an afterthought, "The kid does do some pretty weird things. Like a week ago when he was trying to reach a pie in the windowsill he actually floated to it. I thought it was the alcohol I had drunk that night but then he did something like it the next day while I had a hangover, only he made a cup come to him."
"And," Hiroshi started as though he just remembered something, sitting back down, "he changes the shape and color of many of my medical bottles from time to time. They changed back after an hour, but still."
"Or when he shrunk the toilet."
"Or when he set Raiga's hair on fire simply by looking at it."
"Yeah, I remember that, laughed my ass off too. Right up till he change my hair color to glowing neon yellow, thought that atrocious color would never go away."
The three men sat in silence, not really sure what to think.
Then Zabuza spoke first. "Do you think he has a Kekkei genkai?"
Kisame chuckled. "That was what I thought of at first, but now I'm not too sure, trying to figure out his ability is like trying to nail jello on the wall."
"Perhaps he doesn't have just a bloodline limit," Hiroshi said looking rather deep in thought.
"Then what do you think it is?" Zabuza said sourly.
"What if he's an Eikyuuni Baisuuchi?"
The younger two men stopped looking at the old man like he was insane.
It was a legend that back before even the Rikudō Sennin; the three gods Tsukuyomi, Amaterasu, and Susanoo sought to bring peace among the humans, so summoning three men from every country in the whole they granted them with a bloodline limit of their chose, making them the leaders of their countries. For a time there was peace.
But as time wore on and the descendents of these men began to fight and the ungifted people began to fear those who held a Kekkei genkai. In their fear they begged the gods to give them the power to counter the ones with blood limits, so the gods sent the Shinu-Jinsei Sennin to trap the people with bloodlimits on a great continent and to teach the common people how to defend themselves against the others.
But soon then the Ninja's came breaking out of the barrier. Gruesome wars plagued over the world, but the common people pressed on. Soon many of those who carried a limit hide themselves in their own countries.
But other's resisted. These people, with their Kekkei genkai's sought to creat the perfect weapons by combining their limits. After nearly eight generations of silence they emerged with the a small army of Eikyuuni Baisuuchi. Vicious, brutal, and emotionless these hybrids's dominated the battle field. One by one the counties fell to these monstrosities.
But soon a flaw appeared in the Eikyuuni Baisuuchi's. Mixing bloodline limits and forcing many out was a tremendous strain on the body and mind and more often than not the Kekkei genkai's within them could not co-exist thus resulting in the body literally rejecting and destroying itself. Many of these people did not live past twenty.
Soon these people were abandoned by their own families, and were left for dead.
War continued till a pact was reached. The ninja's stayed in the Hidden Realm created by the Shinu-Jinsei Sennin but could come and go through the Kanseikai No Torii.
But the gate was lost in time, and was now nothing more than a old tale, much like everything else about legends.
Hiroshi looked at the two men, sighing. "It's a possibility."
"Hiroshi, you're getting old if you believe they exist." Zabuza deadpanned.
"He might be onto something." Kisame said, leaning forward. "Hiroshi-san, does it say where the Eikyuuni Baisuuchi's went to?"
"You can't be serious." Zabuza muttered.
The other two ignored him.
"It's pretty hard to say. Some say they died out, others say they began to focus on just one limit, but other says that after the pact was made these people had gone through the Kanseikai No Torii to seek out refuge from their enemies. But it really doesn't say."
"Hmm. Zabuza, just imagine for a second that the Eikyuuni Baisuuchi's did exist and Gaki's one of them, what would that make Gaki?"
Zabuza thought for a moment. "It'd make him the most damned thing since the jinchuriki's were first invented."
"And the most powerful since probably the Rikudō Sennin." Kisame said grinning.
"Okay, IF he was a Eikyuuni Baisuuchi, how can he be able to do this stuff? He's six for kami sake!"
"Even kids with just Kekkkei genkai have been known to awaken their abilities at a very young age. Just look at the Hōzuki kid. He's six as well and showing signs of being quite efficient at his family's limit."
Kisame stood up, walking towards the door. "I'm going to see him now."
Hiroshi sighed. "He's either out of it or too drugged up on pain meds, either way I'm pretty sure he won't be coherent for you to talk to him."
"So?" And with that he shut the door.
Zabuza looked at Hiroshi, a serious glimmer in his eyes.
"Doc tell me, are you really sure if that kid is one of them?"
The good doctor scratched his head. Zabuza didn't bother to tell him he was getting blood in his thinning hair.
"To be honest it's the only thing that fits. The boy keeps doing strange things even by our standards, plus we really don't have any way to prove it. His parents from what he told us are dead, and his relatives tried to kill him, other then that we have no background on him. All we can do is pretend he's a normal boy till he proves otherwise. And besides, a power like teleporting would be the idle thing for him to learn as of now."
"I thought you didn't want him to learn it?"
"I did, but if it's something he does unintentionally then he needs to learn it, otherwise it might not be his leg next time, it might be his head."
Zabuza nodded, seeing the logic. "But still…"
"But what?" Hiroshi asked.
"If I had found the twerp first, I would have had an unlimited power at my disposal, plus I'd get to torture the little punk!"
"…You swordsmen make me ill."
"Yes well that's not our intention. By the way, what's all over your head?"
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Gaki wondered if having a conversation with a fuzzy green and pink hamster that had a afro and wings were normal.
Or if the furniture was suppose to run around on chocolate legs. But he did find out that if he stood reeeeeaaaaly still the little cotton candy clouds came and dance the polka with the hamsters!
Oh well, he'll enjoy it all and just listen to the colors sing!
Giggling, he swung his arms, swimming in a bowl of pudding.
Or at least that's what he thought he was doing.
On the saner side of the room, Kisame watched his student float in the air as the furniture walked up the side of the walls, humming a tuneless tune and giggling.
"Um, Hiroshi, Zabuza, could you come here a moment?"
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Hen jerked up, yellow eyes wide and large bat like ears flopped. Grinning in a way that only a lunatic would as he rushed to the little sleeping group.
"Wakey, wakey brothers! A Eikyuuni Baisuuchi has come back to the homelands!"
Twelve sets of large eyes looked widely back at him, all grinning equally insane looking grins.
"Truly?" the spoke in union.
"Yes!" Holding up a grub he said, "This little bug heard from the worm who heard from the beetle, who heard from the goat who found a dead deer that a wolf had attacked and heard from the wolf who heard from a passing talking snake that she had seen him!"
"Oooooo."
"Now pack my brothers! We go find Eikyuuni Baisuuchi and throw ourselves at his feet and pledge our lives to him as our ancestors did for his ancestors!"
It was a long and lengthy history between them and the Eikyuuni Baisuuchi's.
The good people had saved them from the great beast called Manda who had tried to eat them all. Overwhelmed with gratitute for saving them from extinction, the least they could do was serve them till the day their descendents die out.
"Yaaaay! Let's go!"
And with that the wild elves packed and moved out to find their 'master'.
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Eikyuuni Baisuuchi:
Eikyuuni-unlimited
Baisuu-multiple
Chi-blood
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Kanseikai No Torii:
Gate of the Material World
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Rikudō Sennin:
Sage of the Six Paths
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Shinu-Jinsei Sennin:
Sage of Death and Life
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I combined chapter seven and eight, as seven was too short…