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Chapter 23 -

1st July I997

Unknown Location

A dark haired boy with red streaks on his hair walked through the corridor dejectedly, hands on his pockets and an aura of depression around him. He just woke up that morning and he found a lot of things that he wanted to forget.

"Harry!" he heard someone call him, he ignored it and just continued to walk away. "HARRY!" the person repeated as the sound of rapid footsteps invaded Harry's ear, but he continued to ignore it. He had the right to ignore it, after all he attempted to kill his teammates, he scowled, angrily wondering how he lost control in the first place. He's memory of that day was fuzzy but he can't remember the battle he had with his teammates, and how is that even possible. How could he forget the fight he had with his teammates?

Harry was knocked out of his thoughts when he heard Ken say "Harry, it wasn't your fault", Harry clenched his teeth in anger, how couldn't it be his fault? He was the one who attacked his teammates, he was the one who landed Carlos in the hospital, he was the one who forced the others to retreat, he was the one who landed Decker in a critical condition. How couldn't it be his fault?

When he didn't get an answer, Ken left Harry in the middle of the corridor, alone. Harry sighed and walked towards Carlos' room, he knew that he it was his fault he accepted that and he regretted it. So deep was he in his thoughts (Sorry, I kind of used old english here) that he didn't notice the girl skipping in his direction until it was too late. He fell down on the floor painfully and he grumbled incoherently, he stood up and dusted off his pants and was about to continue on his way when he heard a female voice ask "Aren't you going to help me up?", his eyes twitched, he was already in a bad mood and here was a girl he haven't met before and she's already ordering him around.

He vaguely heard someone say '(Cough) Whipped (Coughed)' but he shook it off and turned around and answered "You have a body you can control, I think you can get up by yourself". The girl glared at him with her dark indigo eyes "Well that's not gentlemanly" she said. Harry glared at her back and shot back"When were you born grandma? Gentlemaness doesn't exist anymore". "Gentlemaness isn't a word" the girl said angrily, "Really?" He said with surprise "Out of all the things you could see from that sentence you say that gentlemaness isn't a word. Just proves that you're a Grandma, grandma.".

The girl glared at him and an aura of darkness (?) surrounded her, the air became frostier and her raven hair started to float a little, but Harry remained oblivious to this and continued to joke about her oldness. Until, IT struck. He was suddenly kicked in the guts and he flew off the ground and painfully slammed unto the wall.

"Ugghh" he groaned out and the girl watched amusedly "Sorry, shorty. I don't speak stupid" she mocked.

Harry glared at her "Oh, shut up" he wheezed out and he stood up, whilst keeping his wary eyes on her. She just gave him a smug smirk as he left.

~SCENE BREAK~

Harry's POV (I think this is going to be bad but I just want to find a way to describe Harry's feelings without the descriptions being misplaced. I don't know why but descriptive words sound better in a 1st person's POV so maybe, I'm going to use that in my story's emotional moments. Sorry about the long AN)

Ignoring my aching tummy, I was feeling pretty calm and slight happy even though that girl was violent she made me laugh but as I arrived at Carlos' room my mood gave a 180 degree turn and as I slowly clutched the doorknob, time seemed to slow down. My senses become... enhance, I guess, the smell of medicines, bandage, alcohol and disinfectant assaulted my senses making my eyes water in the intensity of the smell. The sound of my breathing, the sound of the heartbeat machine, the sound of the door creaking slowly opened it, the sound of screaming, crying and other sounds I never heard before in the hospital. It might be because of my naivety, ignorance. And as I creak open the door a thousand thoughts ran through my head as I saw Carlos' limp, pale, bandaged body hooked up to several beeping machines. And my

Maybe, what the telly say is true, that you don't know what something feels like until it happens to you. Like I don't know what's the difference between an enemy's pain and a comrade's pain. How their deaths differ too.

Funny, isn't it? How something as simple as the word life holds so much meaning, so much pain, so much fear, so much grief. And how fascinating isn't it? To hear that four letters. Four simple letters, hold so such. I just realise that fact after I heard how my rampancy (Wow, you don't know how close you are Hadrian-AN) destroyed my new family. I don't know whether knowing this fact is depressing or enlightening, people much older than me haven't realised the truth. The single truth that will change a person's mind, the way they think and the way they live.

The truth that we, humans or non-humans, magical or non-magical, mutant (?) or werewolves and all that lot, live because of death. For death or against death. Now, some might say that's a very morbid mindset, a depressing way to view life but all of my analysis, data and experiences all pointed out the fact that life is a punishment, it's suffering. And as I gazed upon Carlos' body, I felt angry at myself that I have done this, I have fatally injured my comrade and in my book that. Is. Unforgivable.

~Scene Break~

5th of July 1997

In a Forest

Rural Area of Tokyo

Japan

In a forest, a dark haired man inconspicuously jumped from tree to tree, as he followed the two children, a familiar blonde child and a dark-haired child, as they walked through the lush, green forest. He has been following them for over a day now, he had several chances of finishing his mission but on his way, he received a messenger owl from the mission holder, Hayate Genma, to spy and analyse the two children to find out why someone wanted a high ranked ninja to retrieve them. It was slightly confusing to the dark-haired man but he was a sworn ninja so mission first and ask questions late.

He was snapped out lf his thoughts when the footsteps of the two children suddenly stopped, he looked at the two, his eyes narrowing in suspicion and confusion 'What are they doing?' he thought and then suddenly the two children turned around, their eyes darting back and forth, in an analytical and suspicious way.

'They couldn't possibly sense me right?' he thought rhetorically as the two children's eyes skimmed on his direction before it moved on. His question were answered when something exploded behind him, causing to turn around and jumped from the tree he stood to another as he readied his weapon, a sharp knife-like metal with a ring on the end of its hilt. The smoke stopped him from having a clear view of the two children, but the smoke didn't stop him from seeing the black silhouttes of the two children.

As the smoke cleared two hooded figures suddenly appeared in a flash of black light, their apparel appears pretty similar but his trained eyes picked up on the fact that one seems to have a pair of sais on his belt while the other carried a small pouch on his belt and a broadsword, and based on their body shape they were bith males. The two children warily stepped back, keeping their eyes on the two hooded figures.

The hooded figure with the pair of sais on his belt stepped forward "Children, I come in peace. I promise we wouldn't hurt you, just come with us to the facility" the figure announced with a diplomatic voice. For a moment, the dark-haired man hiding on the tree thought the children were naive and that they will come with the hooded figure but he was proven wrong as the dark-haired child crouched and punched the ground causing the sand to form into a sharp object and launch unto the figure, who just raised right palm in front of him to defend himself.

As the sand hit his palm, it seemed to disintegrate outwards and encircle his hand. The dark-haired child's eyes widened in slight shock, causing the hooded figure smirk under his hood as he noticed this "You didn't expect to win against me, child do you? Because I assure you that that is a fool's notion. Now just give up"

The child shook her head and continued to send several sand projectiles to the hooded figure, while the blond child looked on at the battle helplessly for a moment before a defeated look was seen on her face. She raised her hand and suddenly a torrent of water blasted towards the battle but it was blocked by the broadsword wielding figure. Her blue eyes sharpened, and for a moment the hidden man finally saw why the blond child was familiar, she looked similar to the founder of the Ichichouji clan of Arashigakure no sato.

She suddenly disappeared, and reappeared in front of the other hooded figure and tried to send a wave of water at him but he jumped back and suddenly he disappeared, slashing his sword at the blonde child's body. But his blade just slashed through thin air as the blonde-haired child suddenly melted into water and reappeared behind the hooded figure. The hidden man's right eyebrow slightly rose in interest 'That's new'.

She spun around and made a punching motion causing a torrent to shoot out of her hands, the man raised his broadsword and blocked it but the pressure was enough for him to skid back a few feet. He touched the blade with his index and middle finger and suddenly it was enveloped in a slightly electric blue pale glow, shaped like a fang and shouted "Raiton: Raiba!". He swung his sword at the child, electrocuting the child as he slashed her leg open.

The blonde child glared at the assailant but she couldn't move as the attack paralysed her but if she used 'that' then... she bit her lip in indecision but as the hooded man came closer she sighed and closed her eyes. The hooded man walked towards her, sure that he won as the young child closed her eyes, but suddenly her eyes opened showing haunting blood red eyes.

The hooded figure stopped walking as he stared into the child's eyes and then he suddenly shook erratically, shaking wildly and he screamed in agony, in horror, in torment, in pain. Slowly and sluggishly, he took his broadsword and stabbed himself on the heart, falling to the ground, blood spurting on the ground blood slowly drenching the green, grassy ground slowly turning it into a dark, bloody red.

The hidden man's eyes widened in realisation, so this was why a ninja of his rank was asked to retrieve these children, they were different, they were special, they were powerful.

The remaining figure, looked at the scene with shock, anger, pity and gratefulness. Shock at the child's victory over his partner, anger for his death, pity for his family and gratefulness at his sacrifice, because of his efforts in defeating the child but his overconfidence was his downfall. 'That's what always happened to the rookies' he thought as he absent-mindedly dodged the sand projectiles being thrown at him, irritating and slightly angering his enemy. And then as he looked at his fallen ally's enemy, his eyes widened in surprise as he saw her bleeding blood red eyes. 'It couldn't be' he thought and then he focused on his own battle, and focused on the dark-haired, "The gloves are off, child" he said as he drew his sais out of his belt.

"The gloves are off, and there is no one to help you"

Author's Notes:

Like it? Hate it? PM me or review if you want any ideas, OCs you want to put on the story or just to give your honest opinion.

Finally, the new chapter is finished. I humbly apologise for not updating for the past month but hopefully you like my come-back chapter. I haven't really adjusted to the new curriculum yet and we have more exams in the coming months, maybe even when we come back to school in September (In London we start school on September and end it somewhere in the third or fourth week of July). I know it's horrible, I mean exams, assessment, test and quiz. My gods ('n').

I'll try to update this week but with our classes' potential trip to a concert, well... You know. :)

Hope you all guys and girls are Safe and Sound. Sorry for the delays. I hope you liked the new chapter.

Firenze26 - Guardian of Fire