When Katana returned to her dorm, it was nearly six. This left her with an
hour until breakfast, and since she didn't eat human food, another hour
until class, to sleep.
'But I suppose I should at least make an appearance at breakfast. That is where they hand out the schedules,' she thought as she changed into her traditional white Japanese sleeping robe and got into bed.
Later that morning, down in the Great Hall at breakfast, Yusuke and Kuwabara were trying to find something edible to fill their growling stomachs with.
"Man, Western food is so weird," Kuwabara commented. He finally decided on egg and what he hoped was sausage he could eat without gagging on and just prayed for the best. Yusuke gathered the same.
"Good morning," Kurama greeted them cheerfully. He sat in a chair across from them, followed not long after by Hiei.
"How can you be so cheerful?" Yusuke asked, spewing food at Kurama from his full mouth.
"Yusuke, I already showered, thank you, I do not need another. And I believe the point of eating is to keep the food inside your mouth," Kurama commented, brushing himself off.
"Yeah, what are you eating?" Yusuke asked defensively, after swallowing.
"I already ate," Kurama simply stated.
"Oh..." Yusuke sat defeated, but attempted to hide it by stuffing his face again.
"How can you have eaten already? We only just got downstairs," Kuwabara asked, having finished his food.
"Buffoon..." Hiei seemed to have gotten his English insults down pretty well.
"You wanna start something, Shrimp?" Kuwabara asked loudly, rising from his seat.
"Kuwabara, please stop attracting attention to yourself," Kurama warned quietly.
"Yes, stop attracting attention to your stupidity. People will wonder how you got into a school," Hiei said, furthering the problem.
"Hiei, I'm sure that that isn't helping," said a female voice belonging to a certain blue-haired girl.
"Hey, Botan," Yusuke greeted her when he swallowed yet another mouthful. "Anybody seen that Harry kid? I wanna talk to I'm about this whole thing."
"Here is you chance Yusuke," Kurama spoke up. "He's coming this way. And so, it seems, is Katana. Shall I intercept her?"
"Yeah, good idea..." Yusuke said.
"Ohayoo, Katana-san," Kurama called as he walked towards her, grabbing her attention.
"Ohayoo gozaimasu, Kurama-san," she replied.
"Yo, Harry," Yusuke called the young wizard over to where he was sitting.
"Oh, g'morning... Yusuke, right?" He sat cross from him, tucking his and away and grabbing a plate. He began getting his food as Yusuke spoke.
"So, I been hearin a lot about you," Yusuke began. "You been fightin this Voldemort guy for 'bout 5 years, right?"
"Yeah, and it hasn't been getting any easier," he told him.
"So, why don't you just kill 'im and get it over with? Genkai told me that only you can kill I'm."
"That's right... you sure you want to be talking about this at the breakfast able, in public?"
"Hiei, is anybody listening in?" Yusuke asked.
"Dame," he answered after the glow from his jagan faded.
"Nobody's listening," he assured Harry. "So, answer my question. Why don't you kill Voldemort?"
"I can't perform that spell yet," he said, sounding regretful.
"So don't use a spell!" Kuwabara interrupted.
"Man, I can see why Koenma sent us in," Yusuke muttered to himself. "Do you know how to fight?"
"A little. My cousin used to beat me up all the time, so I learned a couple tricks."
"This is freakin pathetic..." Yusuke said, frustrated.
"But that won't do any good against him," Harry told them. "Even if I could fight well, it's not like I could get close enough to land even one punch. And my spells aren't powerful enough to disarm him."
"So, either learn that killing curse or make the ones you know stronger so you can get at him," Yusuke said as if even Kuwabara could see it. "It ain't that hard to figure out."
"I did figure that out," Harry said, losing his patience. "But whenever I make my spells stronger, he gets stronger. And I can't get the curse right because you need to have 'malicious intent' behind it for it to work."
"You're tryin to kill the guy, how much more malicious can you get?" Yusuke said, his aggravation evident.
"Ok, you need a malicious will," he corrected himself.
"Then maybe we should have Hiei performin this thing to make our lives easier," Kuwabara commented. "Somethin tells me he'd have no problem with it."
"How exactly did he get into Gryffindor?" Harry asked.
The answer, however, was cut short by a loud rushing sound. But this time, many people were gasping in awe. Someone's messenger owl was not an owl at all. It was a brilliant, blue phoenix.
It dropped a package in front of Dumbledor with a rather loud 'thud!', and with barely a change in it flapping rhythm, flew across the room to land on the outstretched arm of the new sixth year girl with long scarlet hair. The beautiful bird nuzzled her cheek in greeting and gave her her schedule before flying off again with the other messenger owls.
"Was that what I think it was?" Kurama asked Katana in awe.
"That was Imoto, my phoenix. Is that what you think it was?" she answered.
"Well, I do think that that was a phoenix... 'Imoto'? Interesting name..." he commented.
"She was a gift. Her egg was given to me when I was a sixth year here at Hogwarts," she explained. "My sire gave her to me. Told me that an owl would never do, I needed something that would live as long as I would, have. She's really only a bit younger than I am, and since she was given to me by my 'mother', so to speak, I thought 'younger sister' suited her."
"I understand," he said. "So you were changed when you were a student here?"
"Yes, but it was kept a secret from everyone. My parents were dead already, none of the other parents or students found out, I finished my seventh year and... then I became a stereotype."
"A stereotype?" he pressed.
"Oh, you know, killing when I felt like it, not caring who I was killing, traveled the world learning ways to occupy my eternity. Of course," she continued. "It all came to an end when a waiter pissed my off in a café about... twenty years ago. One of the bodies happened to belong to the brother of the then spirit detective, and I was arrested and blah, blah, blah, you've been through the court system."
"Why are you telling me this?" He hadn't needed all that information.
"Because I will need you to be able to trust me in the future, and you know that I know quite a bit about you. I think it only fair you know something about me," explained as if it were obvious. "But I think it is time for our first class, which seems to be... oh joy... Potions."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know I explained how she got caught, but I felt like reiterating it for those of you who weren't paying attention the first time. Anyway... enjoy the next chapter... and review.
'But I suppose I should at least make an appearance at breakfast. That is where they hand out the schedules,' she thought as she changed into her traditional white Japanese sleeping robe and got into bed.
Later that morning, down in the Great Hall at breakfast, Yusuke and Kuwabara were trying to find something edible to fill their growling stomachs with.
"Man, Western food is so weird," Kuwabara commented. He finally decided on egg and what he hoped was sausage he could eat without gagging on and just prayed for the best. Yusuke gathered the same.
"Good morning," Kurama greeted them cheerfully. He sat in a chair across from them, followed not long after by Hiei.
"How can you be so cheerful?" Yusuke asked, spewing food at Kurama from his full mouth.
"Yusuke, I already showered, thank you, I do not need another. And I believe the point of eating is to keep the food inside your mouth," Kurama commented, brushing himself off.
"Yeah, what are you eating?" Yusuke asked defensively, after swallowing.
"I already ate," Kurama simply stated.
"Oh..." Yusuke sat defeated, but attempted to hide it by stuffing his face again.
"How can you have eaten already? We only just got downstairs," Kuwabara asked, having finished his food.
"Buffoon..." Hiei seemed to have gotten his English insults down pretty well.
"You wanna start something, Shrimp?" Kuwabara asked loudly, rising from his seat.
"Kuwabara, please stop attracting attention to yourself," Kurama warned quietly.
"Yes, stop attracting attention to your stupidity. People will wonder how you got into a school," Hiei said, furthering the problem.
"Hiei, I'm sure that that isn't helping," said a female voice belonging to a certain blue-haired girl.
"Hey, Botan," Yusuke greeted her when he swallowed yet another mouthful. "Anybody seen that Harry kid? I wanna talk to I'm about this whole thing."
"Here is you chance Yusuke," Kurama spoke up. "He's coming this way. And so, it seems, is Katana. Shall I intercept her?"
"Yeah, good idea..." Yusuke said.
"Ohayoo, Katana-san," Kurama called as he walked towards her, grabbing her attention.
"Ohayoo gozaimasu, Kurama-san," she replied.
"Yo, Harry," Yusuke called the young wizard over to where he was sitting.
"Oh, g'morning... Yusuke, right?" He sat cross from him, tucking his and away and grabbing a plate. He began getting his food as Yusuke spoke.
"So, I been hearin a lot about you," Yusuke began. "You been fightin this Voldemort guy for 'bout 5 years, right?"
"Yeah, and it hasn't been getting any easier," he told him.
"So, why don't you just kill 'im and get it over with? Genkai told me that only you can kill I'm."
"That's right... you sure you want to be talking about this at the breakfast able, in public?"
"Hiei, is anybody listening in?" Yusuke asked.
"Dame," he answered after the glow from his jagan faded.
"Nobody's listening," he assured Harry. "So, answer my question. Why don't you kill Voldemort?"
"I can't perform that spell yet," he said, sounding regretful.
"So don't use a spell!" Kuwabara interrupted.
"Man, I can see why Koenma sent us in," Yusuke muttered to himself. "Do you know how to fight?"
"A little. My cousin used to beat me up all the time, so I learned a couple tricks."
"This is freakin pathetic..." Yusuke said, frustrated.
"But that won't do any good against him," Harry told them. "Even if I could fight well, it's not like I could get close enough to land even one punch. And my spells aren't powerful enough to disarm him."
"So, either learn that killing curse or make the ones you know stronger so you can get at him," Yusuke said as if even Kuwabara could see it. "It ain't that hard to figure out."
"I did figure that out," Harry said, losing his patience. "But whenever I make my spells stronger, he gets stronger. And I can't get the curse right because you need to have 'malicious intent' behind it for it to work."
"You're tryin to kill the guy, how much more malicious can you get?" Yusuke said, his aggravation evident.
"Ok, you need a malicious will," he corrected himself.
"Then maybe we should have Hiei performin this thing to make our lives easier," Kuwabara commented. "Somethin tells me he'd have no problem with it."
"How exactly did he get into Gryffindor?" Harry asked.
The answer, however, was cut short by a loud rushing sound. But this time, many people were gasping in awe. Someone's messenger owl was not an owl at all. It was a brilliant, blue phoenix.
It dropped a package in front of Dumbledor with a rather loud 'thud!', and with barely a change in it flapping rhythm, flew across the room to land on the outstretched arm of the new sixth year girl with long scarlet hair. The beautiful bird nuzzled her cheek in greeting and gave her her schedule before flying off again with the other messenger owls.
"Was that what I think it was?" Kurama asked Katana in awe.
"That was Imoto, my phoenix. Is that what you think it was?" she answered.
"Well, I do think that that was a phoenix... 'Imoto'? Interesting name..." he commented.
"She was a gift. Her egg was given to me when I was a sixth year here at Hogwarts," she explained. "My sire gave her to me. Told me that an owl would never do, I needed something that would live as long as I would, have. She's really only a bit younger than I am, and since she was given to me by my 'mother', so to speak, I thought 'younger sister' suited her."
"I understand," he said. "So you were changed when you were a student here?"
"Yes, but it was kept a secret from everyone. My parents were dead already, none of the other parents or students found out, I finished my seventh year and... then I became a stereotype."
"A stereotype?" he pressed.
"Oh, you know, killing when I felt like it, not caring who I was killing, traveled the world learning ways to occupy my eternity. Of course," she continued. "It all came to an end when a waiter pissed my off in a café about... twenty years ago. One of the bodies happened to belong to the brother of the then spirit detective, and I was arrested and blah, blah, blah, you've been through the court system."
"Why are you telling me this?" He hadn't needed all that information.
"Because I will need you to be able to trust me in the future, and you know that I know quite a bit about you. I think it only fair you know something about me," explained as if it were obvious. "But I think it is time for our first class, which seems to be... oh joy... Potions."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know I explained how she got caught, but I felt like reiterating it for those of you who weren't paying attention the first time. Anyway... enjoy the next chapter... and review.