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Summary: Harry gets Flooed accidentally to the Sengoku Jidai, resulting to a meeting with the one and only demon lord Sesshoumaru. Slash in later chapters. This is a Sess/Harry fic so be warned. Flamers complaining about the pairing will be ignored but any other form of Flames shall be accepted and applied to the three step law: Take it in, process it, get rid of it.
Authors Notes: Soooo sorry for the long wait. I'm not allowed to use the computer during weekdays and I couldn't find the time to write until this weekend. Please forgive me! Here is the third chapter! It's not as well-written as I like but I suppose it's good enough. Please Read and Review but, more importantly, ENJOY!
Potter Meets a Demon Lord: I'm From The Future as Long as You Don't Bug Me
Harry gave a throaty grunt when as he was roughly shoved inside a dimly lit cell with Mr. Optimistic himself. Harry cursed his luck at having the one guy who always seem to say that it could always get worse when you think it's already the worst it could be. The said boy was now smirking at him in that cocky manner that reminded Harry of Malfoy.
"What the hell are you snickering at?" Harry snapped.
"Nothing, just thinking how a rich pretty boy like you would try to get out of here."
"First of all, the name is Harr-" Harry paused, thinking what name to give him.
"Harr? That's an odd name." The boy said with an amused smile.
"It's Haru, okay!"
"Okay, what's the second thing?"
"What?"
"You said firstly so I assumed there would be a second thing."
Harry glared at the boy. "Secondly, I'm not rich and thirdly, you're not helping the situation at all."
"Well, I know for a fact that there is no way to escape so worrying about it won't help at all either."
Harry glared at the boy for a second or two then sat down on the bed at the opposite wall where the other boy sat at the bench. Harry started wondering what would happen if he didn't escape but all thoughts were dominated as he remembered the Demon Lord from before.
The demon's eyes were so captivating that he didn't have time to assess the rest of the demon lord's physique. The demon was wearing a white Kimono with a red pattern on his left shoulder with white pants. The demon also wore a lot of armor but what interest Harry greatly was that big fluffy thing on his shoulder. He guessed it was a boa, not seeing as how it could be a tail.
The demon was like a god in every physical aspect. Well, every visible physical aspect. Harry wondered what was like under that kimono.
"Shit!" Harry cursed, realizing he had curse out loud.
" Nani? "
Harry frowned at the guy, not understanding what the guy said. Then, he realized that the spell he did was fading. That made sense it was over a week ago that he did the spell. He summoned his wand, no caring about the other teenage boy's surprise. Harry then proceeded to put another language charm on himself. After he was done the other boy in the cell began questioning him, making him regret doing a spell in front of the other boy.
"Whe-where did that stick come from? What was that spark that came from that thing?"
"Calm down! That was none of your business!" Harry sighed in frustration.
"But what the heck was that thing you did?"
"It's magic! For cryin' out loud!" Harry was pleased when the other boy shut up but realize a moment later that the boy was looking at him strangely.
"Magic? Can you speak another language or something?"
Harry realized he spoke the last sentence in English. He summoned his book then read about the charm more.
This simple translation charm is meant to translate words you speak into another language of the person nearest you and to understand the language itself. If the person talked to by the caster knows more than one language, the spell will get confused and the caster will end up speaking in different language depending on what language is known to the casters companion. To fix this problem, the caster must focus on one language. If the caster is intent on speaking in one particular language, in most cases, the caster's native tongue, the spell will focus on that language...
Harry shut the book and put it back in his pouch. That would mean he would have to be careful around these people because he might end up speaking in another language, drawing their suspicion. Harry sighed, this situation was quickly getting out of hand.
'Not that it was in hand at all at first anyway.' Harry snorted out loud.
"Hey! Listen to me! Are you a sorcerer or something?" The boy asked irritably.
"Let's make a deal here okay? I answer one of your questions, you answer one of mine. Deal? "
"Deal"
"You ask first."
"Answer my last question."
"Yes, I'm a wizard. What will happen in the tournament?"
"Every contestant will compete against each other and the finalist will compete with a low class demon. Where are you from?"
"I'm from England. Will anyone survive?"
"En-glan-doo ? I've never heard of that" The boy asked him weirdly.
"Answer my question first!"
"In some cases when a competitor faints in the preliminaries but there are obstacles in the arena. In the finals when two competitors fight, usually the Demon Lords ask the winner to finish off the fight. Where is England?"
"England is in another part of the world, thousands of miles away. What are the obstacles?"
"Sometimes, there are beasts chained to the wall that prey on the ones who are close enough. That was what happened last year but it might be different now. How did you get here?"
"I was accidentally transported here by magic from the future in a fireplace. How long does the tournament last?"
"Only a day. You're from the future?"
"Yes, there was some mistake that happened. How many survive?"
"What is it like in the future?"
"Answer my question first." Harry sighed.
The boy ran his his hand in his tresses in frustration.
"The most that has survive is about five. Now answer my question."
"In the future, there are very few demons and most of them are in hiding. Humans populate the earth in billions and they invent many things that make many things easy."
"Aren't you gonna ask anything?" The boy asked eagerly but trying to hide his enthusiasm.
"No, I know enough already but just to be nice, I'll answer a couple of your questions as long as you don't bug me about my magic later." The boy nodded. "By the way, what's your name?"
The boy paused. "Akito, my name is Akito."
Akito bugged Harry for about an hour until Harry declared that he needed to study so that he may be able to find a way to escape. The boy shut up after and took after his own musings.
Akito was staring at the wall for quite some time, thinking about what 'Haru' had told him. He said that there were vehicles that moved so fast that they could cover a hundred miles in a few hours. He was specially interested in the flying machines that could travel a thousand miles in a day. There were things that were made simply for peoples luxury, There seem to b so many things that he couldn't comprehend. He was later disturbed in his musing by Harry.
"What is this?" Akito held up a piece of object.
"That is a quill but that isn't important. What's important is that I put a spell on it to protect you from danger. It minimizes the damage you will receive. It's simple really, the spell lasts about a week."
Akito looked at Harry incredulously. "Why would you give this to me?"
"Why are you asking me that? To protect you!"
"Why would you protect me?" Akito asked flatly.
"Why not? Unless you're a criminal who deserves to die."
"I don't deserve this."
"Why not?"
Akito paused for what seemed like an eternity. "I've been in this tournament before."
"What? The you..." The words died on Harry's lips.
"I've killed a lot of people."
"Then...that...that monster!" Harry suddenly stood up.
Akito was surprised to hear anger in Harry's voice.
"That pig defiled you!" Harry's voice quivered in anger.
"What does it matter to-"
"No one deserves that!" Harry snapped, pacing in the cell.
"I've won for two years in a row."
"Don't worry, you won't win this time." Harry's voice was firm but gentle. He smiled at Akito briefly then went to his bed and pulled the covers over himself.
Akito's heart was beating so hard, his eardrums were throbbing. His lips trembled, and he bit back a sob. Harry almost didn't hear it but Akito said it loud enough for him to understand.
" Arigato ."
Harrypeered from under the covers to look at his companion butwas met with his companion's back.
Sesshoumaru growled in frustration as his thoughts wandered to the green-eyed boy for the twentieth time that hour. He couldn't help thinking about that strange power wafting around the boy like a protective shield. How could a single human make him feel that way. Maybe the human wasn't human, maybe the boy was something else. Sesshoumaru's thoughts were interrupted by the obese obtuse Demon Lord himself accompanied by Raiku.
"Lord Sesshoumaru! Sorry to interrupt you..." Yomi waddled in front of Sesshoumaru. 'You have better be sorry!' Thought Sesshoumaru.
"...but my top adviser, chief of the Eastern Land Council has arrived and I'd like you to meet my prodigy."
Someone stepped up from behind Yomi and Raiku. It was a female demon. Sesshoumaru grew wary. He did not sense the demon at all earlier. This demon was powerful. Sesshoumaru caught a familiar scent. It was a calming scent. Just like the boy's scent!
"Lord Sesshoumaru." The Demoness bowed, her voice filled with deep respect.
She had long hair elegantly piled on top of her head in an intricate manner. She had one deep red stripe on each side of her face from the tip of her almond-shaped eyes to her jaw. She had a circle on her forehead with strange characters ordered in a wavy fashion that made the entire symbol look like the sun. Her complexion was a perfect dark tan that matched with her dark eyes. She looked more fierce and aggressive yet strangely clam than stoic. She wore long heavy white robes that covered her entire body aside from her head, neck, and hands.
The power going off her were different than the boys'. Her aura had a calming effect that made his senses tingle in awareness. Instead of making his head clouded with lust like the boy did, she made his head clear and focused. She also had a presence about her that made her stand out, just like the boy. She made him feel as if she knew something he didn't. It frustrated Sesshoumaru.
"My lord, it is a great honor to meet you at last. My name is Miharu." The demoness kept her head bowed.
"Miharu and Raiku are my most valuable men." Yomi announced proudly.
Raiku seemed aware of Miharu's deep respect as Sesshoumaru was yet the pig was completely oblivious. Miharu raised her head, her eyes widened and she seemed to have tripled her awareness. Her whipped around several times, she seemed to be looking for something.
"Is there something wrong, Lady Miharu?" Yomi asked.
"He's here." Her breathing came fast and shallow and her heartbeat sped up. The was a slight crack in her voice. "I can smell him."
"Who?" Raiku asked, interest etched on his face. The young chief councilor rarely showed emotion in the presence of authoritative figures.
She closed her eyes for a few moments, deep in concentration in detecting the smell.
"I can smell him on you!" Miharu stared at Sesshoumaru.
"Who is he? " Raiku allowed a small amount of impatience to seep into his voice.
"Harry Potter." She said in a distractedwhisper.