The boy who was trolled
Chapter 20
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It was a morning, a drunken hangover morning. His head was pounding like a full drum section and his body ached like a ten-year-old living in a cupboard. But that wasn't right. He knew it wasn't right.
It had been lifetimes since he'd seen the cupboard and he didn't feel weak and tiny. Well, maybe a little weak but his body still felt grown up.
Opening his eyes, the world was a blur. He focused on correcting his vision as he'd done dozens of times, but nothing happened.
That was his first clue that something was wrong. The second came when he tried to fumble around for his glasses only to find something had a hold of his arm.
Searching with his free arm he located his spectacles and slid them onto his face. He almost instantly regretted it.
Attached to his arm was a clearly underaged girl with dark skin and almost white blonde hair. She was dressed in banana print pajamas which was the only reason he had to believe he hadn't done something completely unforgivable.
He attempted to Umisenken his way out only to discover his ki would not respond either. Though his slight movements did cause the girl to squirm and clamp to his arm tighter.
"Banana" she mumbled with an expression that sent chills down his, everything.
Why was she talking about 'bananas'? Sweet Merlin, what sort of sick twisted world had he been dropped into this time? And why wasn't his magic or his ki responding.
"Urashima!" the door was flung open and a very angry looking girl stood silhouetted in the early morning light. Somewhere at the back of his mind, a name, popped up, but that was ignored in favor of the sword she was carrying.
Now, looking at where he was, and where she was, and where the other girl was, Harry understood how it could be easy to jump to the wrong conclusion.
His response was to do what innocent men have done since time immemorial when caught in inexplicable and compromising situations, "This is not what it looks like."
Her response, drawn from the cliché Tsundere playbook, was the same as any reasonable, logical and totally not crazy and irrational woman's would have been.
"Enemy of women! DIE!"
Down in the kitchen a sweet young girl was cheerily preparing breakfast when she heard a crash upstairs. She waited for the thud and whoomph that followed before making her assessment.
"Harry-senpai must be up."
Without batting an eye at the ruckus coming down the stairs she went back to her cooking, completely unperturbed when the dorms manager leapt into the kitchen with a giggling girl hanging off him like a cape and a sword wielding Tsundere hot on his heels.
"Can't we talk about this?" he shouted.
"No!" the kendoist, as always, was quite succinct.
"Good morning everyone" the sweet cook greeted.
"Morning Shinobu-chan" squealed the cape.
"Good morning Shinobu" said Harry, grabbing a chair and bringing it up to counter.
"Stand still and die like a man."
Harry was not going to do that, and he used the chair as a shield against her sword. Angrily she thrust the sword through the chair, and very nearly through Harry.
"Gotcha!"
With a twist and a spin, the girl was disarmed and suddenly found her own sword at her throat.
"Do it again" cheered the MolMol princess from around Harry's neck.
Harry wasn't listening though. Eyes like emerald death burned into the swordless samurai girl. He was not pleased. Though, as memories came flooding in he found he'd been putting up with this sort of thing, and worse, since the day he'd taken over his aunty Hina's inn.
"Kaolla, down" he ordered gently.
Reluctantly, the dark-skinned girl slid down his back and bounced to the table.
"And as for you" he said, using the sword to force her to look at him, "You and I are going to have words. And if I don't like what you have to say, I am going to break, this sword, across your ass."
The girl gulped as she stared into hard cold eyes, eyes that promised he meant every word he said.
The walk back to his room was silent but inwardly he was cursing up a storm. He didn't have to ask who was responsible for this newest twist to his existence. Thanks to the Great Spirit he now knew that answer. What he didn't know was how they had cut him off from his magic and his ki, probably chakra as well.
It was enraging, infuriating, and he would not stand for it. He would figure it out, and they would pay.