Thank you Nemrut for your review. I shall acknowledge this here because it is full of good points.
always worried me, I wasn't actually sure if I was doing Lee or Kankuro right.
is a Chunin in this story.
3.I have read other Harry/Naruto Xovers and it didn't occur to me to make them dress in robes. Even though they did get some DX
story really wasn't solely suppose to be humorous, I had made a plot. Except I left it alone too long and I forgot what it was, so I wrote a couple of slightly crack chapters to compensate for that. I didn't even write my plot down DX. But I made up new, better one, and wrote it down this time! So it'll be a little more serious from now on.
5. And as for Lee, I'll be sure to make him a little less annoying :P
Declaimer: I don't own Kankuro, Shino, Lee, Anko, Gai, the Leaf Village, the Sand Village, or any of the Narutoverse at all. Nor do I own Harry, Hermione, Ron, Seamus, Neville, Dumbledore, Umbridge, Dean, Parvarti or any of the Harryverse either.
The Weekend
Days passed and many of the Hogwarts students dealt with their trauma by telling themselves that it never happened. This will undoubtedly effect them later in life. But who cares about them.
Shino woke just before dawn. As he had grown accustomed to doing since his arrival here. Hiding the fact that he was a shinobi was not as difficult as he had originally thought. Most of the students here were more concerned about about their homework then they were about him. It was Saturday, and at this point, most of the Ravenclaws had found him weird, or creepy, and had started to avoid him. The Aburame was accustomed to this too. Though it didn't make it any more pleasant. Already he was beginning to miss his teammates and sensei.
He changed out of his pajamas and pulled on his coat. His glasses were, of course, on and his headband was in place. Leaving his slumbering roommates, he decended from the dormitories into the common room, where he passed the statue to the door that was the entrance/exit to the tower.
Reaching the Entrance hall, he had to wait a moment for Kankuro to come up from the Dungeons. Shino's kikaichu beetles alerted him when he did, the Sand ninja came up yawning slightly, and straighting his hat. They acknowledged each other with small nods and headed out the large oak doors. Both of them knew better then to wait for Lee, he was either already out there or he'll join them soon.
Neither of them said a word to the other as they headed for their training grounds that was located deep in the Forbidden Forest. They hadn't reached a point where they could have casual conversation, they were still two shinobi from two different villages. When they did speak to each other, it was queries about whether they should move the training grounds deeper into the forest, and such.
Lee wasn't there, so Kankuro set himself up on one side of the clearing, while Shino practiced in the other. They never sparred together, Shino wasn't completely sure he wanted to train with someone who, and his siblings, were indirectly responsible for the death of the Third Hokage.
"Why are you alone young one?"
Nine year old Shino looked up at the lined face of the Third Hokage. Startled that someone so important would care.
He shrugged.
"Well, why aren't you playing with the other boys?" The two of them stood at the edge of a large field, on which many of Shino's classmates playing an enthusiastic game of soccer. The young Aburame had been standing there for the past few minutes watching them without expression.
"They don't want me to play with them." The Hokage put a gentle hand on one of Shino's narrow shoulders. "Have you asked them?" Unused to concern from adults from outside of his clan, Shino shifted uncomfortably.
"No."
The Hokage mulled over this for a moment, "Come with me Shino." The Aburame was even more startled that the Hokage would know who he was. He wasn't even important yet.
Having nothing else to do, he followed the Hokage through the forest.
"Shino?"
He blinked and realized he must of zoned out while staring at the log he was suppose to be focusing on. Turning his head slightly, he realized that Rock Lee had arrived, and was looking at him with some concern.
"Yes?"
"Uh... well, you have been staring at that log since I got here..."
"..."
"Duuude, you make it sound like Aburame doin' something weird is unusual," Snickered Kankuro from across the grounds. Lee frowned at him, but Shino didn't move a facial muscle. Not like he expected anything else from the Sand nin.
They continued their training for a little while longer, until it was time to go get breakfast.
"Hold on."
Kankuro and Lee stopped as they were about to exit the grounds.
"What is it?" Lee asked, looking at Shino with a puzzled expression.
"When we went to Diagon Alley, we got robes to use while we were at Hogwarts. We should wear them from now on."
"Why?"
"Because one of the Author(ess)'s reviewers pointed out that we should be trying to blend in, not stick out. From now on, after training and before we go for breakfast, we should change into the school uniform." Kankuro shrugged, "Makes sense, but everyone has accepted our garb so far. Besides, I want to keep my facepaints and my hat." Shino wondered why anyone would want to keep a kitty hat, but said nothing.
"That is an excellent plan Shino!" Lee exclaimed, giving Shino a "nice guy" pose.
"It's settled then."
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Kankuro moved awkwardly into the Great Hall. He had finally put on his robes that had been collecting dust for the past week inside his trunk. They fit well, but he couldn't get past the fact that it felt more like a dress then anything else. It took one look in the mirror to confirm that his bunraku hat made him look ridiculous. So he abandoned it, but kept his facepaints. He disliked looking in the mirror and seeing his father look back.
He kept his puppets. After all, they might get attacked, then where would he be? That was his excuse anyway if Shino decided to grill him about it. He always felt powerless without them. Actually he was powerless without them. A Puppeteer's strength was judged by his puppets after all.
When he met Shino and Lee outside the Great Hall, they too wore their dre- ahem - Robes. And Kankuro was relieved to see that they looked every bit as uncomfortable in them as he did. Like him, they kept their headbands, Lee kept his around his waist.
Shino nodded shortly at him, before leading the way into the hall. Kankuro snorted slightly and followed. In some ways, Shino was about as talkative as Gaara. And Kankuro wasn't really under the impression that the Aburame liked him very much. He really couldn't see why. Was it because he and fellow Sand shinobi invaded their village and unwittingly aided that snake Orochimaru in killing the Third Hokage? Suna had explained the treachery of the death of the fourth Kazekage, and swallowed its pride to surrender to Konoha. And besides, Kankuro and his siblings, Temari and Gaara, had redeemed themselves by going to the rescue of the Leaf Genin. Lee was one of them. Being rescued by Gaara was probably the reason that he didn't have a veiled dislike of the Puppet master.
Kankuro had rescued Kiba the dog-boy. From his limited knowledge, he knew that Kiba happened to be Shino's teammate.
So why...?
He sat down beside Malfoy, who gave him an insincere smile. "So you're hair is brown eh?" Before Kankuro could respond, Malfoy turned around and thrust a silver coin into his neighbors hand. He saw this action repeated by several other students.
I think I was just a source of a few bets!
At that moment, the morning owls arrived, bringing their parcels and causing plenty of noise. Conversation ceased while the birds found their perspective clients, delivered their mail, and flew off. A brown owl landed before Kankuro holding out the paper. Tossing a bronze coin into its pouch, he took it and waved the bird away.
He read through the first article at a slower pace then most would. His English had been improving rapidly over the past week. Which was good because he hadn't spoken the language since he was nine, when his father taught it to them. As it were, he could speak the language just fine, the only problem was his literary skills in English. That he had a little difficulty reading made homework a lot harder then it should be. Kankuro often wondered where Shino and Lee's reading skills were at, though he really couldn't bring himself to ask.
Scanning the third page, he came across something of interest.
Glancing up at Shino and Lee, he noticed that the Aburame had already read his paper and it was sitting beside his plate of eggs. That was it too. Kankuro had noticed over the past week that the Leaf Ninja didn't seem to eat that much. Lee, who was still reading his paper with avid interest, had piled everything within reach onto his plate.
If someone had asked him what the one thing he liked about Hogwarts, he would have said the large amounts of food it had at its disposal. It was hard to eat his fill when he had a bossy older sister always telling him not to. He sighed unhappily as he thought about Temari.
It was sad, but the truth was that the longest he and his sister had ever been separated was when he and Gaara went to defend the Land of Wind's borders against those giant metal ships and warriors that attacked villages along the coast. And that was only a month. Before, when Gaara had not put any value into their existence, it was always just the two of them. The two of them against their heartless father, the demon Shukaku, and the rest of the world.
It wasn't just sad, it was kinda pathetic. A Shinobi of the Hidden Sand is expected to be a lot tougher then that. Surely he, the son of the fourth Kazekage and the brother of the Fifth, could deal with a little thing like homesickness.
Still, he wondered how Temari was right now.
"Hey, Kankuro," The Puppet Master looked up at a certain blond in annoyance. Malfoy was looking at him with something he obviously thought was concern. "What?" Kankuro asked, turning his attention back to his food.
"You were spacing out."
"So?"
"..."
Kankuro sighed and got up. Breakfast was done, he had other things to take care of. When he left, he made sure to take the paper along with him.
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"You being a friend can you answer a question for me please?" Hermione looked up in surprise into the wide eyes of her new friend. "Sure Lee, what do you want to know?" They were in the library. It was Saturday, so it was very empty. Lee sat down across from her holding a book titled... actually, she didn't know. She couldn't read Japanese.
"When I came to this wonderful country of yours, I made sure to read some past newspapers to catch up on the current events that take place here in the castle," Hermione nodded, that made sense, "And... well... I found quite a bit about Harry Potter." Hermione nodded wearily. Of course there was. Nothing Harry could help though.
"And in some newspapers dated many years ago, I found plenty of mention of some 'You know who'. But I have yet to find an actual name! There are none in any papers, nor will anyone tell me when I ask them, suppose you can?" Hermione nodded, "To speak his name out loud in the wizarding world is considered taboo. Anyway, his name is-" She lowered her voice and leaned over, "Voldemort." She shivered as though chilled, even though the library was pleasantly warm.
"Voldemort?" Lee asked a little louder then Hermione would like. "Yes, now don't go around saying that out loud, you might cause someone a heart attack." Lee nodded and looked at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression. Hermione took a moment to examine his face. Ron and Harry both said that he was "freaky looking" and she couldn't say that she agreed. With his wide eyes and haircut, he seemed... Charming almost.
"Lee?"
"Hmm?"
"I was wondering..." She played with a page of her book, "Can you teach me... Japanese?" Lee looked surprised, but pleasantly so. "Japanese? Why?" Hermione shrugged, "I like to learn all the things I can, right now I know how to speak French, Spanish, and Greek."
"Can you read and write in those languages?"
"Of course!" Was there any doubt?
"Then yes! How can I say no to such enthusiasm? Although I have never taught anyone how to fluently communicate in my language before... But it shall be an interesting test of my abilities!" He gave her a dazzling smile. "I shall go forth and create a plan for our lessons, if you will excuse me." He bounded out of his chair and was out through the door before Hermione could finish blinking.
"Hey Hermione!" Hermione turned around to see Ron walking quickly towards her. "Did you hear?" He asked excitedly. She sighed, "Hear what Ron? And it better not be mindless gossip, I won't waste my time on it." The redhead looked momentarily startled before shrugging, "Kankuro Sabaku got detention with Umbridge."
"What?" Hermione gasped. Though she didn't know why she was so surprised, it was bound to happened sooner or later. Actually, Hermione was surprised it wasn't sooner.
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An hour earlier
"-And do something about that ridiculous make-up!" Umbridge screeched, glaring up at the insolent teen who gazed boredly out the window. The boy was a hoodlum! She had been waiting the entire week to get a hold of this shady character, ever since that disgraceful show of disrespect he had given to the teachers during the Sorting Ceremony. That it took an entire week infuriated her, but Umbridge always got what she wanted in the end.
"Guests" or not, that does not mean these foreigners get to completely ignore school policies! Surely there must be something against slathering your face with senseless designs, and carrying around two enormous objects of unknown purpose. Doloris had demanded to know what they were and what they were for. She was responded to with a careless shrug. When she threatened to confiscate them, Sabaku shook his head and finally told her that he had permission to dress the way he did from Dumbledore.
Dumbledore
The core of all her troubles he was, cheerfully throwing up obstacles in her path that she had no choice but to jump. But no matter, she'll take on anything that is thrown her way. The Minister had given her a mission, and she will do whatever it takes to succeed.
"Well then, starting Monday, you will report to me for detention at five o'clock pm understand? You will do this for the whole week, be glad it isn't more."
"Yes ma'am." Was that a look of scorn he had given her?! Was he suggesting that he knew things she didn't?! The nerve of that child! No matter, by the time she was done here troublemakers like this one will be cowed before her, and when that happens, her plan will be the Ultimate success.
"Now be on your way!" When he left, Umbridge stormed in the direction of the Headmaster's office. She had a thing or two to say to him.
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Dumbledore looked at his door when several authoritive and rather rude knocks sounded from it. Seeing as most of the adults in the castle respected him, there was only one person this could be.
And he was right.
Doloris stalked in, closing the door with a sharp snap, and walked right up to his desk, looking ready to breathe fire. Dumbledore would have laughed if the Ministry women wouldn't have taken serious offence.
"Ah! Professor Umbridge," He said, unruffled by her obvious rage, "And to what do I owe the pleasure?" Her toad-like face was turned down into a heavy scowl. Dumbledore had a pretty good idea as to why she was there. And, as usual, his guess turned out quite right.
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Breathing heavily, Doloris glared at Dumbledore, who had wisely not said a word throughout the entire rant.
"Well, that was certainly well presented," He said with a smile, "But I must point out that Kankuro is from a far away country, and it would be an insult to his culture if he were to remove his paints. We do our best to make our guests feel more at home." He airily dismissed the spluttering Umbridge and returned to staring at a metal instrument he had in front of him.
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"I don't know..." Sheila whispered to her friends nervously, "It's after our curfew, were gonna be in so much trouble if we're caught out here..." Kevin snickered, "What's the matter Lala? Scared?" She obviously was, she clung to his arm with a death grip. Having a girl hold him for reassurance made him feel very manly. Of course, he himself was still jumping at every moving shadow. That wooden monster wasn't an easy thing to forget.
"We're here, what is the incantation again?" Oddy asked standing infront of a rather ugly statue of a one-eyed witch. His ridiculously black shaggy hair fell in front of his eyes where they always were. Kevin quickly ruffled through his pockets with his free hand, pulling out candy wrappers, note pages and such. Finally, he held out a very old piece of paper that didn't look like it fared all that well crammed in his pocket. Sheila sighed, "I knew we should have let Oddy hold it, we're lucky if we can even read that." Kevin scowled at her pried her fingers off his arm.
"Okay," He said, taking his wand from his back pocket. "According to my grandpapa, we have tap the statue with our wands-"
"What else does he expect us to tap it with?"
"Quiet Oddy! Anyway, we have to tap it and say Dissendium." The three of them jumped back in alarm as the hump of the witch slid downwards. For a moment, there was only an astonished silence. Despite finding this secret in Kevin's grandfather's diary, none of them really expected it to work. Now that they know that it does work, what were they going to do?
"Let's go!" Kevin immediately climbed into the hole, it was plenty big enough for him. Oddy came after, closely followed by Sheila. There was a slid, which none of the eleven year olds had expected, and they ended up in a tangled pile at the very bottom.
"Get you foot out of my-!"
"ODDY!!! That's my hair!"
"Kevin, please remove your fingers from my nose please."
It took them a few minutes, but eventually they got themselves sorted out.
"It's so dark!"
"Lumos."
Nothing happened.
Oddy sighed, "Let me try. Lumos." The tip of his wand lit up, bathing the tunnel in a frail light. As it turned out, Sheila's dark face was inches away from the tip of Oddy's wand, she scowled heavily at him and shoved it away.
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"This tunnel goes on forever!" Sheila had long since stopped being scared, now she was bored and impatient. Oddy gave no indication of anything, he just plowed ahead with his wand held high. Kevin moved with his typical single-mindedness. "We'll get there, and it'll be worth it!"
"I hope so." Oddy sighed.
"Stairs!" The three of them stopped as Oddy raised his wand in attempt to see where they lead too. No avail. They had gone this far, no sense in turning back now.
Ten minutes later there was a loud thud and a string of curses as Kevin rammed his head hard against the ceiling. "It's blocked," Sheila snarled, "We came all this way and now it's blocked!" Oddy shook his head, "Look." He pointed at a square in the ceiling and pushed it up. There was a loud creaking as a trap door opened, then a small thud as it leaned against something. Cautiously, the three of them climbed out. They seemed to be in a room full of boxes.
"We're in Hogsmade," Kevin said in pure wonder. They weren't allowed to go to Hogsmade until they were in third year. "Kevin!," Sheila gasped, having opened one of the boxes, "Oddy, look!" The two boys walked over to the box she had opened.
Candy! They must be in the famous Honeydukes Chocolate place! Eagerly, they rooted around into some of the other boxes and found treasure more precious then gold. "We have our own unlimited supply of candy." Oddy said, even he sounded happy with their current situation.
"Let's check outside" The blond said, heading towards the stairs leading up to the shop itself. "Are you crazy?" Oddy asked, grabbing his arm. "We'll never be able to get out, and get back in without detection." Kevin shook his head impatiently. "It's Hogsmade! How can we not explore it? Just ten minutes? Please? After applying the puppy dog pout in full force, the other two reluctantly agreed to go along with it. Both well aware that capture meant expulsion.
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"So that's the Shrieking Shack." Oddy remarked staring at the desolate house in the distance. This was as close as the three of them had the guts to go. They had heard a lot of terrifying stores regarding this house, and it was out of morbid fascination that they were there at all. They had been exploring for three hours now, and it was nearing two in the morning. Tired, yet pleased, they decided to have one last stop before they crept home to bed.
"Let's go home now," Sheila said with an impressive yawn. Even Kevin agreed, there was only so much fun one was capable of having.
As they turned around, Oddy stiffened.
"What is it?" Kevin asked, looking at his lifelong friend with concern. Oddy stood perfectly still, "Someone is watching us." Instantly Kevin and Sheila froze too. Like rabbits that knew there was a wolf nearby. None of the trio had paid attention to it when they started, but they suddenly realized that they were quite alone. All the grown-ups were in Hogsmade, on the other side of the trail.
Hearts racing, the three of them drew closer together, keeping their backs to one another. Oddy's wand hand was trembling, the light coming from his wand made the branches look like they were moving. It was impossible to see beyond the lights that came out of their wands, but Kevin was absolutely sure that someone was out there. They were only at school for a week, not one of them knew any spells that would help them if they got themselves into real trouble.
There was a thud as someone appeared in front of them.
Kevin screamed, "Sheila Oddy look-"
Cliffhanger ^.^
If this chapter seems rushed and slightly random, then it kinda is. I wrote this yesterday, and told myself that I HAD to get it finished so that I could upload it today. I'm only allowed an hour a week on the internet, so... uh, yeah.
One of the purposes to this chapter is to correct some of the flaws I made to the characters, or create new ones lol. I always loved reading fanficts about the brother/sister relationship between Kankuro and Temari, it's so sweet ^.^ So I couldn't help but put a little of that in here. I found it remarkable that Kankuro had managed to go so long without receiving detention. In fact he managed to avoid it entirely. Yeah, kinda unrealistic, I know. And, believe it or not, there IS a plot! I know I said this before, but now for SURE!!!
Wouldn't it be funny if someone really did have a e-mail address called voldythesupersnakefan ? lol Oh, and I already have half the next chapter written out! If I work hard, I might have it up next week.
Review. Suggestions of any kind are welcome.