Magic Ramen-no-Jutsu
AN: Fifth chapter being pumped out now. Hope you Enjoy!
Rating: T for now
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor.
Planned Pairings: FemHarry/Naruto, FemHarry/Kakashi, FemHarry/Shikamaru, FemHarry/Shino, FemHarry/Neji, FemHarry/Chouji, FemHarry/Kiba, FemHarry/Gaara, FemHarry/Iruka, FemHarry/Asuma.
Summary: If Harry were being honest with herself, she would have said that yes, accidents happen in magic. It's what made magic, well, magic. But nothing could've allowed her to predict that magic would've transported her into the body of the daughter of a Ramen Stand of Konoha. Now finding herself living the routine of a restaurant waitress, Ayame must struggle between hiding her magical ways, adjusting to life in a shinobi village and warding off the unwanted attention of multiple ninja. She's not quite sure which will be the bigger task. [Fem!Harry, Reverse Harem, Final Pairing Undecided]
Chapter 5: Dress
October bled into November and November turned into December
And Harry Potter was no where closer to getting back to Hogwarts
But Merlin's armpit help her if she didn't want to go back to Hogwarts and hide in her bed at this moment
Holding on to the envelope and the letter, Harry began to chew her lip in abject worry and paranoia. Tinted with gold lining and written in black ink, the letter served to not only surprise Teuchi and Harry but sent them into a frenzy of panic and chaotic muttering.
Two weeks into the first snowfall, Teuchi and Harry had opened up their shop as per usual, only to discover an uncharacteristic envelope taped to the metal doorway of their restaurant. Harry removed the letter which had been taped on by a chakra signature, her fingers a shade of pink due to the cold wind that had rushed in to the restaurant. Opening the letter in curiosity, Harry could only squeak in horror while Teuchi read the contents over her shoulder.
...
Ichiraku Family
You have been cordially invited to
The Annual Konoha Winter Reception
Preceding the Sapporo Snow Festival
Kindly RSVP to confirm your attendence
Sincerely,
Hiruzen Sarutobi
The Third Hokage
Head of the Sarutobi Clan
...
Dumbledore's breathe...The Third Hokage?!
Harry felt a shiver run down her spine while her mouth fell open in shock. Teuchi could only sputter, dropping his apron to the ground and clutching his forehead with his hand. Both muttered Kami under their breathe. The Ichiraku family, a simple civilian family of two who owned a ramen stand, had been officially invited by the man himself to his uber private winter reception.
From what Teuchi was willing to muster after getting over the initial shock, Harry came to learn that this winter reception was a dinner party or type of ball that the Hokage held every year to celebrate the start of the annual and beloved Sapporo Snow Festival for the rest of Konoha's citizens. Attendees included the Fire Daimyo, the heads of all the shinobi clans and their families and the civilian council.
In other words, plain jane make it rain Harry Potter and her surrogate father had been invited to the crème de la crème of fancy pants parties higher than the likes of the Yule ball to be held in a venue riddled with elite shinobi that owned acres of land, power, money and influence
On the other hand, they cut pork fat in their spare time?
This was bad
This was really bad
This was crows sipping coffee from an iron kettle while sitting at the bottom of a mine shaft planning evil schemes in the middle of a moonless winter night bad.
This was your dad trying to cook you pork neck but then gets distracted by the chicken and his mistress so the pork turns to black ash bad
She was sweating waterfalls the more she looked at the invitation. She was horrible at parties, she was horrible at balls. She didn't know the difference between pencil heels and block high-heels and she could barely walk in either. This was going to be horribly awkward. She didn't know how to be formal and proper with people, she could barely keep up with Japanese customs as it was. She didn't know any of the elite clans, who was she going to talk to?
Dear lord, what if the hokage tried to talk to her? Did they have to have a sit down dinner? Would she need to figure out how to use a salad fork? Did Ninjas even eat salad? What if their had fancy chopsticks? What was going to happen at the party? She could barely remember Mcgonagall's waltz teaching and...
Oh Kami, did she have to dance?
Why in any of the elemental nations would the Third Hokage, the strongest ninja and basically king of the shinobi who instilled a great deal of respect and fear, invite two civilians who did nothing more than cook ramen to his winter reception?
Where in any of the elemental nations did that make any sense?
Clutching the letter in her hand, Harry wondered if this had something to do with the Sarutobi she had met weeks ago. She had not heard anything from him or seen of him after the encounter. There were no longer any orca's with mohawks on their head dropping down from trees to infuriate the living daylights out of her. Though she did, occasionally, feel a strange sensation that she was being followed on days that she was alone; like someone was watching over her. It was just a hunch really. And, Harry couldn't help but be curious as to what he was up to or where he went before she shook the thought and berated herself for wasting any of her time thinking of Cigarette-san.
Maybe he had a hand in this
Bloody hell that prick!
This was horrifying
She was never one for kissing up to authority, but the Ministry of Magic and the Ninja king of the Village were two different matters entirely. The Hokage commanded respect and honor. He was one of the few people in the village who respected and was kind to Naruto and provided him with shelter and consul, he had helped Iruka climb out of the depression from the loss of his parents, he watched over all of the villagers and not just a select few. He was not about fighting for the privileged, but fighting to protect all. She heard stories from her friends that he was a nice old man, not unlike Dumbledore himself except he had an entire army of ninja at his beck and call. And somehow he saw it fit to extend an invitation to Teuchi and Ayame Ichiraku.
In the background, she could hear her father flailing around probably thinking the same exact things. They were simple folk, they weren't bred for this kind of formal events. They could handle simple lunches and dinners with a blonde kid and a academy teacher but the head of the entire village? They had never been prepared for any of this before
Still sweating, Harry put thoughts of cigarettes aside along with the letter to grab a cloth. She proceeded to dab the sweat off of her father's brow, giving him a nervous smile.
"Thanks sweetheart" taking the cloth for himself and giving her a warm smile in return. "I just never imagined this would be happening. I mean Kami the Third Hokage of all people invited us Ayame! Us!"
She looked at him, with her own expression of disabelief and nodded in agreement
"I know tou-chan...it's...I don't even know what to say or do."
Placing his hand on his chin in thought, Teuchi turned to his daughter feeling a mix of weariness and happiness
"Part of me wonders if it's a joke but...Oh...that seal is only used on official documents used by the man himself. It has to be him"
The pair went silent there, though the prospect of attending a Hokage's event meant the atmosphere was thick with nervousness, panic and tension. Finally Harry broke the silence.
"...We don't have to RSVP him Otou-chan, I mean I don't know why he would even want us there"
He took a moment to look at his daughter, his eyes indescribable before shaking his head and laughing his Hagrid-like laugh.
"No, no sweetheart...We should go. This is a great opportunity for us. All the head of the clans will be there. Who knows what this will mean for our business. We have to go, these types of things don't just pop out of the blue honey"
Well it bloody well feels that way
Sighing internally, Harry never the less smiled at her father and conceded to his choice. She could tell that outside of the nervousness and panic, Teuchi was excited at the prospect of attending such an event. Far be it for Harry Potter to look the sweet old man in the eye and say no.
She resolved herself to look on the bright side of things. She had, after all, been invited to basically the most private party in the land. There was probably going to be really good fancy food, and she could look forward to the thought of what fancy japanese food meant. She would probably get the chance to relive her Yule ball days, but with the ball under her belt she'd know how to handle it. It would be fine. Right?
"Oh dear, I better get the food prepped. We're going to have to make some extra money if we're going to buy you a dress for that event!"
Oh dress shopping, right. She thought
She needed a new outfit for the event...
Wait...what was she going to wear...?
Shoot me now
A sweet portly 10-year old boy had wrapped his maroon scarf tightly around his neck and face. And of course, he left enough space between the wool fabric for his eating mouth.
Walking down the street with his mother gloved hand in his own gloved one, Choji Akimichi held on to his precious bbq chip bag gingerly but close to his own body as they made their way in the snowy Konoha streets. Despite the light snow that was falling, the snow from the night previously had piled up until it reached past Choji's ankles.
The two Akimichi stepped around the snow path cautiously and slowly as they made their way to their way to the kimono shop. His mother had announced that she needed a new outfit for an upcoming event for all the clans and felt that a new winter kimono would suffice. His father indulged her, and so his mother brought him along for this little "shopping trip". Though not before stopping to buy some barbeque chips for him along the way.
Choji looked around the streets to find pockets of kids his age that were playing tag or a form of tag involving snowballs. They were laughing, all together without any adults to supervise them as they threw snow balls at each other.
It looked like so much fun
Choji nestled deeper into his scarf and looked away, though his eyes couldn't help but stray back to the kids who were probably in other academy classrooms. He felt a lump develop in his throat either way. His mother squeezed his hand in support.
She had noticed how quiet and sullen he seemed to be this past week, which is why he guessed she had brought him along on this shopping excursion to get him out of the house and have some mother son time.
She tried to make small-talk as they walked through the snow. Asking him if anything was wrong but thankfully the cold temperature and snow gave him an excuse to only reply with a couple of one-word sentences and fake smiles.
If he were being honest with his mother, he'd tell her that there was something that was wrong. The truth was that Choji was feeling down. He was feeling down about school and friends or his lack of them, to be more accurate. He only truly had one friend in the entire world who meant the world and then some to him at this point. His brother in arms: Shikamaru Nara. Ever since that time Shikamaru had stood up for him, Choji valued him as one of his closest people. The two could be lazy dead-lasts for all he cared but now that he finally had a friend he could face the academy for what it was.
But Shikamaru had been sick the entire week and had to stay home from the academy to recuperate. Which meant that Choji was all on his own to face the academy the rest of the week.
It was pure torture
It always be the same group of guys and girls too
Hey get out of our way!
No one wants you here, just leave us alone fatass
We don't want you to play with us
You're so dumb and FAT Akimichi
Can you go away now? You're too fat to play
It hurt
It hurt a lot to have to sit alone inside the academy, eating his chips by himself and having to watch longingly at the kids who were playing in a snowball fight with their groups of friends through the window. Iruka sensei's attempts at sympathy and words of comfort only made it worse.
It hurt a lot to realize that without Shikamaru in his life he had nobody. That without his Nara brother, he couldn't stand on his own. He was weak, lonely and sad without his friend in his life. Because the truth was that Shikamaru hid away the reality that surrounded him.
Choji Akimichi was just a fat lug that nobody liked and nobody wanted to be with
He signed to himself as he looked at the kids. Shikamaru was his only friend. And the thought scared him a lot still. What if one day he left him for another group of friends because he was just too sad or too fat to deal with? What if Shikamaru got sick again or had to go away for a long time and he was on his own? Could he really handle being alone again after having experienced a friend in his life? He knew he should have counted his blessing that there was at least one person in this world willing to stand up for him, but he couldn't help but wish...
Wish that he could've have more friends in his life. To be happy with, to play with, and to just laugh a long with. So that even if Shikamaru couldn't be there, or Choji couldn't be there they would at least have somebody else to bond with. Somebody, anybody to accept them.
To accept him
Opening his chip bag as they arrived to the store, he looked forlornly at the kids that were playing in the streets
What he would give to be able to share his chips with friends
Harry stood in front of the kimono shop and looked back at the piece of paper with the shop's name written on it, her left eyebrow twitching as she cursed herself.
Why oh why couldn't she have female friends?
Harry Potter did not like shopping. If she had her own choice, she'd wear sweats and oversized t-shirts every single day. It was just pure happy luck that Hogwarts required her to only wear uniforms everyday and that the only female friends in her life (Hermione, Ginny and Luna) detested the female act of shopping for hours like Lavender Brown. She didn't know how to pick sizes for herself, or colors, if anything she just decided to wear whatever was convenient
So standing in front of the Kimono shop was soo not what she wanted to be doing on this weekend. She so did not know how to do any of this dress and fashion stuff. It was even worse that she had to ask both Iruka and Naruto of all people for help with fashion advice and where to go shopping when her father didn't have a clue.
They both looked at her blankly when she asked them on separate occasions
Naruto in his, well, Naruto kind of way jumped up and down clapping his hands together when he heard that Ayame and Teuchi had been invited to such an "fancy smancy party" by the Hokage. He asked repeatedly if he could come along too, to which Ayame laughed and told him to ask the Hokage for an invite. He pouted at that.
When she asked him if he knew stores that stocked formal dresses or winter kimonos he looked at her for a couple of beats without blinking and then told her he had "no freakin' clue". Although he did suggest the place where he got his jumpsuit, shouting to the heavens that "Orange is the best color Ayame-chan! Oh-Oh-Oh! You should wear an ORANGE JUMPSUIT!"
Cue head shake, sweat drop and her hands waving to tell him no
When she found Iruka at the academy he, initially, wasn't much help either. He looked surprised that she had been invited to such a prestigious event that even he couldn't attend but extended his happy congratulations to her. When she asked him if he knew stores that stocked formal dresses or winter kimonos, he started to stutter in his usual fashion.
A strange type of pink crossed his cheeks which, of course, Harry was completely blind too. He told her he had no idea, but then suggested he could ask one of his female co-workers for some help and that he would do that now. She thanked him profusely for his help and clasped her hands around his to show her gratitude.
Cue his quick exit from his office, awkward stumbling and blushing, and him muttering under his breathe
I think you'd look cute in anything you wore
He returned with that piece of paper, still stammering slightly but then apologized to her since that was all he could do to help her right now. He wasn't free to go shopping with her today.
That damn piece of paper had led her to a kimono shop that she could barely navigate once she entered.
This was clearly a very established business, the room was filled with women, mothers, sons and daughters who were fishing through the racks for the latest winter kimono to buy and Harry didn't even know where to start. Although winter kimonos seemed the most traditional and wasn't too out of her price range...
Did she have a choice?
She fished through her pockets and clutched onto the money that Teuchi had given her for moral and mental support. She was a fish out of water and she didn't know where to start. She didn't even know how to wear a kimono properly, let alone what her size was.
Doomed, I'm doomed
Sweat dropping, Harry cautiously made her way to the rack with some of the lilac, lime green and peach colored winter kimono options. There were a couple of pretty ones, some with plum blossom patterns, pine trees and bamboo. Some with combinations of two different hues. Others that were just block colors. There were small ones, large ones, long ones with short sleeves, short ones with long sleeves, ones with ribbons, others without, some set pieces and other separate.
She was getting dizzy
She kept glancing towards the other women who were pulling out options, placing it over themselves in front of the mirror, and tried her best to listen to their comments to that maybe she could pick up some tips from the women. Maybe that would help...
"Oh this would look great on the skin!"
"Don't you think the fabric is too thick..."
"Ah yes, but then I can tie it together see like this and..."
"Oh use this on it!"
Were they planning on kidnapping and murdering someone?
This was going nowhere.
Harry face palmed and cried out in frustration.
Then proceeded to tilt her head towards the ceiling and groaned audibly, her fingers still covering her eyes
What do I do?!
"E-Excuse me, um, are you okay?"
Harry removed her hands from her face and looked down at the source of concern. He couldn't have been a little older than Naruto. Although he was a lot taller than Naruto was, almost reaching her shoulders. He was a pretty plump kid, with auburn hair and red spirals tattooed on his chubby cheeks. He clutched a bag of what seemed liked bbq chips in his hand and his soft brown eyes looked at her with worry.
"O-Oh sorry, yeah I'm alright" she blushed in embarrassment "I just...I'm not very good at shopping and I guess I got frustrated" she laughed sheepishly while waving her hands in front of her face
He still looked concerned for her and nodded in pity and solidarity. Shopping was a frustrating task.
"Ah, I-I'm sorry about that. My mom's in the dressing room right now trying on a bunch. She knows that kind of stuff."
She closed her eyes and laughed to herself
"I don't know a thing about it" she bemused
He took a moment to look at her, tilting his head as if he was deciding something. And then he said nervously
"W-We-Well I'm not great at it either b-but I could help you if you want?"
Harry sighed in relief, clutching her hand towards her chest and gave him a sweet smile "Oh would you? Thank you so much! That's so kind of you. I don't know where to start."
"Well um then, what's the kimono for?"
"Well its for an event-"
Harriet Potter was not big on fashion and shopping
And she suspected a young boy who ate bbq chips in dress shops wouldn't be much help either
But alas, there they were
She came to know that the boys name was Choji and that he was in the same academy class as Naruto (fancy that!). She came to know he was part of one of the elite ninja clans in the village (the Akimichi clan) and he seemed sheepisly proud of that fact. She also came to know that he was a very sweet boy, and while he wasn't an expert in fashion it was clear he was trying his best to help her even though he had just met her.
Occasionally, he'd offer her a potato chip which she took happily and kindly. She offered him a free ramen if he ever came to dinner at Ichiraku Ramen for his help. And finally Choji's mother popped in and out of the dressing room, greeting Ayame with a booming warm voice (not unlike Molly Weasley). She was just as pleasantly plump and kind like her son.
This isn't so bad anymore
"Maybe that one?" Pointing at a particular kimono "Plum blossoms are pretty traditional for the winter. Mom always says they look best on pale skin because it pops out more"
"Yeah...I do really like this one" she smiled wistfully as she rubbed the material of the beautiful kimono. It seemed to shimmer a little and it was seemed soft to the touch. It wasn't so heavy and long that she would be overwhelmed in it. It seemed...
"It's a pretty color Ayame-san" he smiled politely
"I think this is the one" Grabbing the kimono and smiling "Thanks so much Choji!" hugging him warmly
He flushed, extremely pleased with himself "Y-You're welcome-"
"Well well if it isn't fatso!"
Choji's heart tightened at that very moment.
He could recognize those voices from a different dimension. They were...
The ones who tormented him at every corner, at every moment, at every chance they possibly could. They made sure he'd always eat lunch alone, made sure he could never be a part of any team games, and made sure the rest of the class sat far away from him. Putting their fingers on their noses, upturned into a snout and oinking whenever he passed by
You're nothing but a fat useless loser
Go away forever ya big turd!
He flinched
"What are you doing in this shop? Looking for a t-shirt in these kimonos you big old pig?" the pair walked towards him getting up in his face
"Doubt that'll even fit em" they snickered
"Yeah, you're so fat that when you go swimming people mistake you for an island"
"Hah, good one!"
"N-No I-" his face scrunching up
"Or is your whale of your mother getting something to cover her ginormous arms! She can barely fit through the street!"
"D-Do-Don't talk about my mom like that!" balling his face, his face red with rage
"We'll say whatever we want you fat lard!"
"I-I-"
RIP
All three of the boys turned around to see a seething woman ripping an pink and green kimono in half. She radiated sarcasm, mischief and worst of all killing intent. The glint in her eyes put a shiver down all their spines
"Oh would you look at that! My god you two boys! Why would you rip up a kimono like that?" she said sarcastically
"B-But we didn't...you di-"
"Yeah well, whose the managers or your moms gonna believe hmmm?"
"Eh you can'-"
"Yeah I can, now run along bullies before I really get you in trouble for talking to Choji like that" her eyes narrowing and dismissing them
"Y-Yo-You!" their mouths agape
"Did I stutter? Scram!" she raised her fist in the air
They ran off after that, their eyes bugging out of their sockets before they realized it be better not to test the tiny teenager who looked like she was ready to chop their heads off. When they had truly left the area, Harry turned towards Choji who was still stiff as a board and was trying hard not to cry. As such, he didn't look up at her but he made no attempt to move when she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder
"Are you okay?" asking softly with concern
"Umm yeah. I-I'm fine. Thanks for helping me..." he turned to look at her, feeling safe that he wasn't going to burst out into tears from hurt and embarrassment and seeing the worry in her hazel eyes.
"You don't have to be fine you know." she continued "That was really mean, what those kids said"
"It-It's okay...I mean I'm used to it." His eyes darted away from her face "And I mean they aren't wrong I guess" ending his sentence in a whisper
"What do you mean?" Her eyebrows furrowed
"I-I mean...I am...you know? F-fa-fat that is" he said mournfully
"Yeah, so what?"
So what?
"Wh-Wha-What?" he turned towards her once again, feeling surprised. A small part of him, a very tiny part felt a spark of
So what
"So what if you're fat?" she shrugged her shoulders "There's nothing wrong if you're bigger than the other kids"
"Um oh...but isn't there?" he twiddled his fingers "It makes me slower so I can't win races and stuff..."
"So?" she continued with confidence "I'm sure if it came down to a one-on-one fight or an eating contest you could blow those kids out of the water!"
"Y-Yo-You really think so?" nervously
"Yeah! So what if you are bigger?" Raising her fists in triumph "Embrace it and own it, because that's who you are and there's nobody in this world whose just like you"
He went silent at her words. Never before had anyone stood up for him that aggresively before, not even Shikamaru, and never had anybody in his life told him anything along those lines before.
It was...
There's nobody in this world whose just like you
Picking up on the fact that he wasn't unlikely to reply to such words, Harry crouched down to reach Choji's level
"Here can you do something for me?"
That seemed to break him out of his stoic stance, and though he was still flushed with embarrassment he was still able to make out a:
"Oh um sure!"
She smiled at him with mirth
"I want you to shout at the top of your lungs: I'm fat and I'm proud!"
"Wh-what?" taken aback
"Just put your hands on your waist and shout it out loud! For the whole world to hear!" demonstrating herself
He followed her movements, very conscious of the other patrons in the store, but it didn't seem like Ayame-san was going to budge from her stance and was still looking at him expectedly. He stood a little closer to her, putting his chips on the floor and placing his gloved hand son his hips
"Now, what are you?!" She grinned
"I'm fat and I'm proud!"
I
"What?! I can't hear you!"
"I'm fat and I'm proud!"
feel
"Say it again!"
"I"M FAT AND PROUD"
happy...
The pair broke down laughing as they noticed the other customers looking at them weirdly. But they didn't care. He didn't care at all. Because for the first time this entire week not only did he feel happy...
He felt happy about himself
"There see? Doesn't that feel a lot better?" still laughing
"Yea! It does Ayame-cha-"
He clamped his hand on his mouth before he could disrespect her like that. They had just met today! How he could let it slip out like that? He felt nervous all over again.
"Wah s-so-sorry, I shouldn't call you that. I just met you and I-"
She shook her head and was still smiling, not caring at all
"No don't apologize. I'd be happy if you call me that as long as I can call you Choji-kun?"
"Wah..ah sure...Ayame-chan" suddenly feeling shy again
"Great! Let's be friends"
Friends?
"Re-Really?" mouth agape
"Yeah!"
My friend
"I'm done Choji dear" his mother had already purchased her kimono from the cash register, ready to go
"Ah okay mom"
He turned back to say bye to Ayame-chan, suddenly at a loss of what to say.
Thank you? Yes I'd love to be your friend? Thank you for sticking up for me? Do you wanna play snowball sometime? When can we hang out again?
What do I say?
"I'll see you soon Choji-kun, come to the ramen stand sometime okay?"
"Okay! Good luck shopping!" he was flushed with happiness but turned to take his mother's hand and waved back at her
"Thanks! Bye then"
Bye...
I'll see you again sometime
Choji walked out of the dress shop, cheeks aflame and his breathe coming out in great big plumes of smoke
He felt like there were ants in his pants, he felt like his heart could soar like a butterfly, he felt like a warm strong man despite how cold it was and had an ear splitting grin hidden under his scarf. He stomped around the snow with a smile on his face as he replayed and repeated the words told to him in his head by his nee-chan, his new friend.
His mother turned towards him, with a bemused expression on her face
"Why are you walking so funny dear? Are you alright?"
Turning towards his beloved mother, he gave her a smile that could rival the sun
"I'm more than alright mom...I'm fat and I'm proud!"
Author Note: Here we have Chouji. Aww I think he's such a sweet character and I'll admit I wanted to give him a big hug while I was writing this chapter. I'd expect Harry felt the same way throughout. So hope you guys enjoyed the fluff I injected in this chapter. The plots moving a bit more forward now, especially with what will happen next chapter and the things that will set in motion for the rest of the fanfic.
I'd like to thank guests reviewer s.f and Leigh1992 for letting me know that Ayame's last name was probably Ichiraku. It totally escaped my attention that that could be a thing and it's made it a lot easier to write scenes so thanks a lot!
I've done a poll on my profile, since its easier for me to compile the answers that way, for what the final pairing should be for this story. I'll take those preferences into account so please go ahead and vote. You can vote for up to two characters. So far most of the masses are leaning towards Naruto :)
Thanks to the reviewers for chapter 4! Reading, Favoriting and Following my story is great motivation: Silvermane1, RebeliousOne, Theta-Mcbride, Female whovian, SleepyMangaHead, Angel4EverLostInLife, Leigh1992, CaribbeanTrinidadian, Touhara Naoya, Uchiha Salad, Shelik, CalicoKat35, Avarianna, DarkDust27, chicaalterego, jodiedunn, bbb671, Itachi's apprentice and guest reviewers: s.f, a fan, Dragonlily22 and guest,
bbb671: I still haven't made my final decision but I'm not a huge fan of polyamory so ultimately I'll pick one guy for Harry. However, I'd be totally happy to write alternative endings and scenes for the various pairings that didn't get chosen for endgame in the future.
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His eyes followed her as she made her way through the crowd
Beckoning his right hand man he whispered a command and returned to smiling softly for the attendees
"Keep your eye on her, Inu"
"Yes, Hokage-sama"