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Ch.1

In a small, inconspicuous village such as this where everyone knew everyone, huge structures and establishments that are common in big villages are scarce.

In fact, the village only contains few houses, shops for food, clothing, essentials, and utilities, a tavern, a dusty old inn that only brief passers-by sometimes stay the night at, and a small clinic ran by a young woman barely past her teenage years.

The clinic was a new addition, but something that the villagers were thankful for. Before the young woman had set up, they had to take long trips to bigger villages for medical care.

They did have a medic long before the young woman had set up, but old lady Kaede had passed away some spring earlier and her apprentice, Kagome, left the small village after marrying a Lord she'd met in one of her trips to the other villages that had no medics or healers of their own.

The villagers did not blame her in the least. They always did know that the girl was made for something more. Still, however, it didn't change the fact that that left them with no one with medical knowledge around.

So, when a fiery haired and green-eyed young woman came and set up, they were thankful enough that they didn't question the woman's move to a small village in the middle of nowhere.

They didn't question the black inked drawings on the clinic, nor did they mention anything when her eyes would glaze over or when they'd darken. They didn't ask what a woman of skill comparable to a big village's medic was doing in a village such as theirs.

No. Instead, they welcomed her and accepted her odd methods of healing, her quirky actions, and her foreign clothing that always had a small spiral stitched into it.

She may be different and was likely to leave someday, but for now, the villagers were glad that Uzumaki Hitomi had come to stay.

Braided red locks swayed as gentle humming filled the air, joining the clinking sounds of glass bottles and jars as delicate yet calloused hands arranged them on the shelves.

The front door opened, making the bells up at the front chime.

"Good Morning!" Hitomi greeted, turning away from the cabinets to face the door. A cloaked figure entered. Tensing slightly at the sight of the stranger who just oozed danger and power, she asked, "How may I help you?"

The stranger lowered his hood, revealing a full head of dark hair and finely sculpted features. Observing the man, Hitomi couldn't help but feel a niggling sense of familiarity. As if she knows this man in front of her.

"Bandages." He grunted out, an order and a conversation killer all at once. She frowned as she turned from him, still alert and highly aware of the stranger.

Pulling out the bandages from a drawer, she dropped it down on the wooden counter. Looking up, she found herself staring into dark eyes that seemed as familiar as her own and a name came to her unbidden.

"Voldemort"

It was strange, she mused, how the— name, she remembered once speaking so often felt off to her tongue.

Then again, she never did try to speak the language and words from her past life after coming to this new world, she was bound to be rusty.

"I see you're no longer snake-faced"

A dark brow twitched, a sure sign of irritation, Hitomi thinks. She hears him mutter something under his breath, something that sounded suspiciously like 'of course it had to be Potter'.

"And I see you're still as irritating as ever, Potter."

Hitomi shrugged. "'m no longer Potter, though, it's Uzumaki now. Uzumaki Hitomi." She introduced herself with a smile, something that she sees had managed to surprise him.

They may have been enemies in the past, him being the man to kill her former parents and many other people, the man who tried again and again to kill her.

But then, being in this world, this world where killing and death and war is even more commonplace made her see things in a perspective; there's always two sides in a story.

Harry Potter had been fighting for what he believed in, but wasn't Voldemort as well? The ever-cycling circle of revenge and hatred gets tiring eventually.

This was a new life. A new start.

She was no longer Harry Potter. She was Uzumaki Hitomi and it was past time for her to accept that.

Subtly composing himself, the handsome man before her looked her over analytically, gaze wary and disbelieving.

Then, seconds later, as if finding what he was looking for, he nodded in acquiescence. "Very well, Uzumaki Hitomi, I am Tachibana Touma. It is a...pleasure to meet you."

Hitomi snorts inelegantly. A pleasure indeed.

Pink lips slightly curled up in amusement. Oops, did she say that out loud?

"Yes, Uzumaki, you did"

Well, Hitomi shrugs, she was known to sometimes unknowingly speak her mind out loud.

In fact, she lost count of the people she'd offended with that particular habit.

"So, not a ninja, Uzumaki?" The man asked, unrolling the stained bandages on his forearms and replacing it with new ones.

The redhead scoffed. "A ninja? No. I'm not. But don't even think for a second that I can't kick your ass, because I can and I will."

A brow raises in silent challenge. "Oh really?"

Hitomi glared. "Yes, really. Mother and Father did not want me to be unable to defend myself after all. Not becoming a ninja is completely unrelated to my capabilities."

The dark-haired man hummed. "Well, thinking about it, it is a good thing I suppose. You really won't do well as a ninja. You're too...brash." Tachibana grimaced. "Too inclined to rushing headlong without thinking first."

"O-oi!" she spluttered, before regaining herself. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused" there was a smirk playing on his lips now, and, while it was an attractive sight, it did nothing but make her want to punch him in the face.

"I haven't done anything rash like punch you in the face at first notice, now have I?" She retorted hotly, eyes narrowed into slits, daring him to say anything.

He hummed, "No, you only naively offered your hand to me despite knowing I could still be out for your blood."

The young woman scowled in reply. "Oh, shut up. Finish that and get out of here," she harrumphed and returned back to her business, ignoring the mocking look the man sent her.

"Why, such horrible bedside manners. And you call yourself a healer?" He asks, finishing the bandages on his arms.

A scroll came flying at his head. "Get out of here, you bastard!"

"Fine, fine, the bastard's going. Until we meet again, brat" The man laughs condescendingly before vanishing in a whirl of black birds with gleaming red eyes.

Glaring at the spot where Tachibana once stood, Hitomi huffed in frustration. What an irritating man.