-Ding a ling Ding a ling DING a ding aling!-
AoiShinzo: Now it's dinging to the theme of a Christmas song that I don't remember the title of but it's my favorite for the Christmas singing... and no it's not 'A White Christmas'
Naruto: Christmas?
AoiShinzo: BETTER REMEMBER IT! Cause I'm going to put someone in a Mistletoe situation!
Hinata: Mistletoe?
Sakura: Don't worry, the authoress is just mentally unstable.
AoiShinzo: HEY! I'm the only one who says that!
Sasuke: Why do you have a clip in your mind of Naruto and Sakura making out?
Hinata: O.O
AoiShinzo: BAD SASGAY!
Sasuke: I'm not gay!
Kiba: Hinata you ok?
AoiShinzo: Ahh she'll get over it!
Gaara: Uh huh...
Naruto: I hate having access to your mind...
Kyuubi: Don't we all kit? Don't we all?
AoiShinzo: HEY! SOMEONE SAY THE STUPID DISCLAIEMER!
Konohamaru: IIE!
Moegi: You weren't supposed to let her know we were here...
AoiShinzo: Perfecto! Konohamaru you have been volunteered!
Konohamaru: Fine... AoiShinzo does not own Naruto or Harry Potter
Udon: ...
Iie
No
Naruto's right newly paled eye widened slightly. The difference between this and the Hog's head was painfully obvious. The table's had a fine layer of polish. Though it probably had been varnished more than a long time ago, it was definatly nicer.
He knew he stood out judging by the way people eyed him as he sat down at the dark bar. His now Hyuga skin colored brushed against the rough wood.
"One Fire Whisky please," Naruto drawled out quietly. His features bespoke weariness as his silver eyes looked up with clouds in them. Whilst inwardly he was rather glad that by following Harry about he had learned names of Wizarding Liquor.
End of Chapter.
Just kidding, you'd probably kill me.
Hinata folded her arms across her legs. Her light lavender hair twiddled in the cold breeze. Her pearl eyes stared up at ¾ moon. A landscape of buildings stretched out on the horizon.
Her pale lips formed into a smile as she raised a pale hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
Start Of Flash Back
Hinata's feet moved fast on the ground. Electric blue chakra flowed from her hands as she deflected her cousin's blows.
Her jacket lay discarded on the grass a few feet away. Near a black and cream clad Shinobi. Said Shinobi had vivid yellow hair which brushed down the side of his eyes over a Konoha protector.
She felt vaguely confident as her black ninja sandaled feet spread chakra through the air. Her aim had been to hit Neji on the arm, or somewhere in the chest area. Her eyes stared into his as her left hand planted firmly on the green grass.
Neji moved out of the way just in the nick of time. His breath was uneven. The four spectators were more than convinced that this fight had set a record between them time wise.
A brown haired boy grabbed the sleeve of the black jacketed seventeen year old teen he stood beside. An unspoken question of worry seemed to radiate from him.
Naruto shook his head slightly as he gave a grimace. He reached out and ruffled a tanned hand through the younger teen's hair.
"Don't worry, Ototo, they've fought worse." At this Konohamaru shook his head slightly, the 15 year old had been worried about Neji. He'd noticed that Neji'd almost got himself wiped off the face of the earth.
Hinata turned back on her hand landing on her feet. At the same moment she twisted around aiming a Juken at Neji's chest. Neji twisted around and diverted the attack.
In almost a millisecond he hit her head causing her to black out.
End of Flash Back
A soft sigh escaped Hinata's lips as she remembered what happened next. When she had awoken Neji, Tenten, Lee, Naruto, Sakura, and Konohamaru were on their knees staring at her. Something about Neji's strike had affected her chakra waves. Naruto commented about her change of hair color first. As a result she had spent more than a few hours under medical exams from Tsunade and Hiashi.
They found nothing wrong, or different, other than the fact that she had light lavender hair. She soon had decided that she didn't mind the change of hair color, and had adapted to it accordingly. Although the even more abnormal color of hair had to be covered in missions as to not attract high amounts of attention. Though in month afterward when she'd passed the Jonin exams; she had forgone covering her hair; unless it was akin to assassination or an extreme difficulty mission, she'd henge in that scenario.
Like this one, it had become a fresh SS rank mission after they'd contacted Tsunade about the snake and Arthur Weasley. They'd contacted her via coded message via Hawk.
Hinata stood up her feet making next to no noise on the concrete roof. Her unrestrained hair waved around her in the chilly wind. Her appearance was eerily illuminated by an old fashioned lamp post. Couple it with the pale sky blue kimono with a white bow-less tie. She could be easily mistaken for a goddess as the light bounced off her skin.
As she poofed away, she could've sworn that she saw a black cloaked and hooded figure watching her from behind a trashcan.
Maybe I should... Just kidding! –Roasting marshmallow sticks are lowered-
The forest clearing was filled to the brim. With people wearing black cloaks and masks carved in the likeliness of skulls. A pudgier man than the rest stood near a tall man with a starch white face and gleaming red eyes.
It would be his turn to report soon, and he was not excited about it. He hadn't learned much, the only thing unusual was that girl. He had to admit the young woman was beautiful but he had no idea who she was. But he also had to keep in his mind that 'poofing' away like that doesn't fall under the category of normalcy.
He winced as the screams of pain from the Death Eater who had just given Voldemort a report echoed through his bones. The said man fell back writhing on the rough and almost mottled ground.
It made him sick, the torture. That was the only thing he could never do. He hated it; if he was unable to do such an act his master might kill him. No, his master would kill him.
"Peter Pettigrew your turn!" Was the cold and high command from Voldemort.
Peter gulped from his position when a large amount of eyes turned to stare at him. At least he figured they were staring at him, it's a very hard thing to figure out when they're wearing masks. 'Keep calm; maybe he won't torture you as bad as last time.'
"I-I only spi-spied a-a-a gi-girl on a-a-a roo-roof-top." Peter whimpered out trying to be confident.
Through his eye holes he could see Voldemort lovingly finger his strangely white wand.
Wasn't the best thing for his confidence,
"She-she loo-looked o-odd." Peter continued his mouth had gone unusually dry and he could hear his words squeak out.
"Heh-er hai-hair wa-wass light pur-purple." Oh god he was going to be sick.
"An-and her eye-eyess were-were brigh-bright whi-white." 'One more line, one more line, just one more line Peter.'
"She poo-poofed a-a-away i-i-in a-a-a clou-cloud o-o-of smo-smoke." Peter finished off his report discomfort aligned in his pupils. He knew he was going to be tortured. The rat animagus prepared himself for the usual cry of 'crucio'.
An evil laugh was heard.
It came from a shrouded figure who wore a plain white mask. It melded over in a fashion so it could cover the average humans face.
"Well, Well," said the man as he took a step forward. His laugh had more than shocked the clearings occupant.
The man kicked a stone,
"It'll be nice to see the Konoha Shinobi again, After all I have some scores to settle." He spoke fluent English. Although, no one could see it, he raised a silvery grey eyebrow underneath his mask. 'Maybe this Voldemort-sama does in fact have some actual contacts.' The masked man thought to himself.
End of chap... nah I think I'll continue... man this is a bad gag... I'm just imagining your faces... ok fine I'm imagining about how mad I'd be if I read this... ahh well good place separator at least.
Naruto lightly placed his Fire Whiskey on the counter. It made a soft chink. He had ordered three drinks, one every hour. If you can not even do that simple math he had been sitting about eavesdropping on the other wizards for three hours. A grandfather style clock hung on the wall. It chimed 12:00 am.
The only thing he had heard that came close to any use was that the Daily Prophet had been taking down Dumbledore and Harry Potter a couple pegs.
A/N:
Well a chapter full of bad jokes... well you guys are lucky I updated so soon... and it is pretty long for me... hey it was nice and good sized in word... just freakishly short on here... ahh well. I used to have this picture as my fanfiction avatar. IT was KibaHina and Hinata was beautiful in it. I have it on the computer I'm currently using too... but I decided to use that as a sort of guide for her apperance...
And the strike just kind of goofed up her hair color for some reason... I'm not really sure why... but it did... any theories welcome...
Stupid flash backs...
Well please do review.
Please? I mean honestly I just updated this and it's sort of had periods of neglection.
Oh and I meant to say this earlier. but chapter 11... well on here it's 12 in the time slot... but the point is. this story has 101 reviews. I never thought anything would get that many so thank you for your support... I meant to stick another flashback in but my muse is gonna stick that in somewhere else.