A/N: Hey this is the next chapter – I hope you all enjoy. I am unsure of how long this story will be; I can't see it being too long. But I hope you all enjoy it and review as much as possible.
Summary: The story of the Boy-Who-Lived is interchangeable. But meet Uchiha Haru or Harry Potter, a man of many faces and identities. Watch as darkness spreads through the shinobi countries, and man realizes that the world needs to be saved once more. HPNaruto
Uchiha Haru
Chapter IV: Pandora's Box
By The Morrigu
'And we'll be carrying on, until the day it doesn't matter anymore
Step aside, you forgot what this is for
We fight to live, we live to fight
And tonight, you'll hear my battle cry
We live our lives on the frontlines
We're not afraid of the fast times
These days have opened up my eyes
And now, I see where the threat lies'
- 'Frontline' by Pillar.
Haru stood on the walls, watching what was going on with interest. Seeing his daughter appear was unexpected, obviously she had control of her magical powers – powers which Madara wanted. Haru understood that his son had probably filled his followers heads with rubbish about becoming true ultimate ninjas in order to get them to follow him. Madara was charismatic when he wanted to be, and could lead the most intelligent man to his death with them still being in ignorance. It was a talent, which he had inherited from himself, a talent which he was neither proud of, nor detested. He had been surprised that the genius, Uchiha Itachi followed him, but for ninja's like Itachi it was all about finding the next challenge. Itachi reasoned that his brother would be a challenge, thus he manipulated him into becoming an avenger. Itachi sought a challenge, thrived on it. He would only find peace if he died at the hands of someone within battle, hopefully his younger brother, this Haru theorised.
The vampires followed Madara out of fear for his power, especially with him killing one of the 'invincible' ancients. Haru's mind flicked through the plan which Isis and Rame came up with the night before his return to the Hidden Countries. The plan was relatively simple. Battle Madara out of the lands of the nosferatu, no fear of the damage that it would cause. Madara was arrogant, the fact that he thought that his father was dead would play a large part in the defeat of him. There were also other forces at work here, all of them prepared to strike Madara down, and had been waiting four hundred years in which to strike. Haru's green eyes flicked around the area, seeing everyone to busy watching the fight between vampire and ninja. Haru's right hand glowed green for a second, as a ball of magic was formed there. Suddenly, it exploded outwards causing a loud screeching sound only heard by those with sensitive ears. The Ancient smirked to himself, his eyes drifting up to the heavens where the darkening twilight sky caused his green eyes to glow, as the all of the vampires began to transform due to the approaching night. The war had begun, but this time they had no intention of losing.
Naruto stumbled back, his ninja training forgotten for the moment as he stared at the form of Uchiha Matsumi – a form which only he and Sasuke had seen. He still hadn't gotten used to thinking of the thrice damned demon fox as a female, never mind as once being an actual person. This not even including the Uchiha-mix. But here she was, her translucent form standing between him and her brother, Madara. Naruto spared a glance at Madara, seeing a stony expression. He had expected shock to appear in the black-green irises, but Naruto theorised that Madara was barely human any more; such an emotion shouldn't be expected. The sun had set, as the sky darkened, as twilight was replaced by the night. Soon, Naruto wouldn't be able to see adequately, while Naruto assumed that the nosferatu and Madara could. Their eyes were getting brighter as the night truly approached. Although he had been a ninja for nearly twenty years, surrounded by such beings made him feel inadequate. He could probably face off against the Akatsuki members, but not the nosferatu, and especially not Madara. A cold feeling settled in his chest, as he realised that behind him on the walls his friends and family were watching this. They were about to watch him fail. He wouldn't let them see him like this. He was still Konoha's most unpredictable ninja. His eyes flicked to Hinata, who had been abandoned on the floor. If he could get to her, everything would be alright. Everything will work out fine if I can just get to her, see her smile again…
"Surprised to see me?" Matsumi's cold, harsh yet melodious voice echoed, as her eyes bore into eyes the exact same as her own.
Madara's eyes flickered slightly, fading from black-green, to red, then back again. Naruto frowned. The Sharingan. The feeling of being distinctly out of his depth heightened, especially when he recalled the difference in the two sharingans – Matsumi's and Sasukes's. In his youth, he would have probably challenged Madara by now, but now he knew how to recognise the signs. Madara was one ninja, who would be nigh impossible to kill. Immortality did that to someone, and his age made his experience somewhat higher than the norm.
"It has been a while. Have you come to kill me? Kill Naruto-kun?" Matsumi continued, as she didn't get a reaction from her brother. She laughed, a harsh laugh, which caused birds in nearby trees to fly off in panic. "Come to get the powers which I have, but you do not? I am no fool; I know a lot more about the world around me than you ever could. Little brother."
"It is a shock seeing you in such a way, but you are defenceless like this. You cannot fight me back the way you are, no one here to protect you and your little host. Not from us, and especially not me." Stated Madara monotonously.
"Hm." Said Matsumi in an airy kind of way, like one does with a child. "You have nosferatu around you. Not very old ones, for them to be stupid enough to follow you. What did you promise them? Power, ninja blood?"
"They follow me because they see where the true power lies. Not with the ancients, they are powerless against me." Replied Madara, his lips tilting upwards, in what Naruto guessed was his smirk. "Especially one Ancient, who died at my hands a few hundred years ago. I think you should remember him, sister, he is the one who fathered us."
Matsumi's reaction consisted of blinking a few times, before she let out a small smile of her own, and shook her head slightly.
"Foolish brother." Said Matsumi. "Can you not hear it?"
"Hear what?" questioned Madara, tonelessly.
"The Calling – they are coming for you. In fact, I can smell them." Matsumi took a sniff of air, to illustrate her point. "They are coming for you, and your minions." She let out another harsh laugh. "You won't survive this night."
Madara paused, and Naruto felt a chakra surge coming from Madara, and he stepped back preparing to defend himself. Suddenly, Madara opened his eyes, the sharingan spinning for all to see.
"Imperials." He hissed, his eyes drifting over to the trees, where it seemed to be darker than before, a lot darker. Almost unnaturally so. Naruto saw Matsumi stay close to him, as she whispered in a low voice.
"Stay close – do not move whatever happens."
The suddenly, everything turned dark. No light anywhere, and Naruto shivered involuntarily, and was about to attempt to dispel the Genjutsu when he remembered Matsumi's warning. He could hear the sounds of a fight surrounding him, and did his best to not move, he would trust Matsumi in this. Snarling, and metal clashing against metal and a few explosions. Seconds, minutes, maybe hours passed. But when Naruto opened his eyes, when had I closed them? He was met with a sight right out of a war zone, with Madara, Akatsuki and the vampires gone. The place was entirely torn up, parts of the forest destroyed, all in a matter of what he now realised were seconds.
But what stood in their place were a group of twenty or so beings, he couldn't say humans as vampires looked the same and they were different. They were clothed in entirely black outfits, with black masks and hoods. The only thing which stood out on them all were that all of their eyes glittered, showing their inhuman nature. None of them appeared to have a single hair out of place, which was odd after having done such a battle. At the front of them, was a red robed individual, with cascades of silver-blond hair down their back. They were a porcelain, expressionless white mask, as they made their way towards Naruto, who now realised that Matsumi had gone, but he wasn't alone still. The ninja on the walls had all jumped down, when there appeared to be a new threat. A few metres behind him, Tsunade stood with Jiraiya and the Konoha Twelve not far away.
Each of the unknowns had a insignia on their robes, and as the red robed person approached, they held their hands up in an unthreatening gesture.
"Are you the container of the Kyuubi no Kitsune?" asked the voice through the mask, feminine with a strange unknown accent. All Naruto could do was nod, his eyes fixed on a spot on the floor, a cold feeling coming up through his heart and stomach. He felt paralysed, through fear of the realisation which was gripping his body. Hinata wasn't here. She had gone. His eyes drifted up to the mask of the newcomer, who seemed to be waiting for him to notice the missing kunoichi.
"We apologise." She bowed. "We were unable to prevent the half-breed from taking what I assume was your friend. However." She stretched her arm out behind her. "We come under orders from the Vampire Council, and the Ancients themselves. We are at your disposal in this fight against one Uchiha Madara and his cohorts. So decreed by the Council of Ancients."
"Your vampires?" asked Jiraiya from behind, when he realised that Naruto wouldn't say anything. His ex-student appeared to be hit hard with the kidnapping of the Hyuuga Head.
"Yes." She said. "The elite." Naruto, in some distant part of his mind which was paying attention thought he could sense a smile in her voice. But who would be smiling in a time like this?
"I was under the impression that the Council stayed out of things such as this." Said Jiraiya suspiciously. A musical laugh came from the mask, as the vampire leader it seemed, made a signal, and the group behind her disappeared.
"They have gone to patrol, to allow us to converse a little better." She reached up and removed her mask, and in the light from the village, Naruto could see that she had very pale skin, pale blue eyes which shone brightly. High cheekbones, carved to perfection. "Perhaps this will help – my name is Lexiel De Blanc, and I am one of the Vampire Ancients. I was sent here, along with the Ancient's own guards, the Imperials, to destroy the enemy whose very threat was caused by our own ignorance. We could have stopped this from happening, but we let it happen. That is why we are here – to repent our sins."
"Vampires cannot repent their sins." Hissed Jiraiya.
"Enough." Said Tsuande. "Right now we could do with the help."
Lexiel nodded her head, her eyes scanning the crowds, focusing on Sasuke, and then Naruto.
"Anywhere we can talk, more privately?"
Tsunade nodded her head, and began to walk back to the village, Lexiel following. The slug princess paused slightly.
"Uzumaki, Uchiha, follow me. Everyone else, rest or continue to be on alert. Do not be hostile towards to newcomers."
With that, she carried on, the blond vampire following, a grin on her face. Why was she smiling?
"Come on Naruto." Sasuke.
"I can't, Hinata, I…"
"She is a ninja. A shinobi of youth. The will of fire and all that." Sasuke smiled slightly to Naruto, a rarity in itself. "I doubt they would want to kill her." Realising that he had said something wrong, at Naruto stiffening up, Sasuke laid a hand on his brother-in-arms' shoulder. "We are needed. Be a ninja first, concentrate on Hinata later."
Naruto seemed to pull himself together, shoving his thoughts to one side. He couldn't think of them right now. It wasn't right. Nodding to Sasuke, the two of them turned around, and entered the village. They soon caught up with Tsunade and the new guest. Civilians were out in the village, all of them concerned as to what happened, looking at the procession with curious eyes. Naruto shrugged it off. It would soon get round that Hinata had gone, and although people in the village now respected him, if the fact that he was connected with her kidnapping came about, the village would do an abrupt turn about in no time. His feet seemed to lead him on their own, until they stopped outside of the Hokage's Office. Opening the door, Tsunade entered the room, and sat behind her desk. Lexiel sat down in the one chair, while both Sasuke and Naruto stood up.
"I am the current Hokage of Konohagakure, Tsunade." Stated Tsunade, her voice serious for once, and her Hokage-face on. Lexiel nodded her head slightly.
"Our last informant from the Hidden Villages was some twenty years ago – when the Sandaime Hokage was ruling again. He was a pleasant man to speak too." Stated Lexiel.
"You spoke to sensei?" asked Tsunade.
"Hai." Replied Lexiel. "He was aware of our existence, and that of the outside world. He liked to hear us speak of the outside world, tell him stories. Tell him about the Kyuubi no Kitsune, the truth of the Uchiha and even about Akatsuki."
"So he knew of it all before his death – but didn't tell anyone?" whispered Naruto, his eyes in a frowning position.
"He told me." Said Jiraiya, as he appeared through an open window. "It is one of the reasons why I go to the Outside world so much – to see how much of what was said is true. But I am unsure. The only vampires I saw were unruly, untamed and took joy in killing others."
"Yes, that is correct. The world has become that."
"So how can you expect us to trust you with this information?" asked Sasuke, his eyes narrowing.
"The order for a group of Imperials to come here, and help out when the time came was issued four hundred years ago, when all of the Ancients were gathered. Even then, the council was corrupt, Madara's followers recruiting others. The majority of the Ancients had no care about what happened, they have lived so long a life that they have seen many an uprising, that to them it doesn't matter. All of these Ancients are dead – killed by their own foolishness. The oldest of our kind, Isis and Rame, are in hibernation. I put them into this state, so as to make sure that there was some leaders left through all of this. After I did that, I journeyed here. There is but three Ancients left, maybe another whose whereabouts are unknown."
"This other is Uchiha Haru – correct?" asked Sasuke.
"Madara said he was dead. He killed him." Murmured Naruto.
"You are both correct." Lexiel sighed. "Harry, or Haru as you will know him by, is my elder by a few hundred years. Four hundred years ago – Harry vanished from our world. He was last seen bleeding to death due to Madara's attack. However, I think he is still alive." Lexiel eyes reflected her sadness. "You have other Uchiha alive out there, Uchiha Sasuke, than yourself. Harry sired many children, the eldest of which, who would now be around fifteen hundred year of age, had also disappeared. It is believed that she granted him the gift of life, giving him her blood. Thus killing her, but letting her live on."
"You know much." Said Tsunade. "Do you know why they want to Kyuubi no Kitsune? It seems as though this is the demon they most desired, not the others."
"You are correct." Said Lexiel. "Matsumi is Harry's daughter. Harry had two genes within him, one a gene for vampirism, which Madara inherited, the other a gene for magic." Jiriaya snorted, while both Sasuke and Naruto looked dubious. "I am being truthful. This is the power Madara wants, power which he doesn't have. Vampirism grants him immortality, while magic grants you innumerable possibilities. They gathered the other bijuu first, in order to stand a chance against the strongest of them all. It wasn't any other reasoning for this, other than the fact that Madara wants ultimate power – to be a living god. Any other reasons you have heard are carefully concocted lies to his followers."
"This is what allowed her to come out of my body?" asked Naruto.
"Yes."
Lexiel stood on top of Hokage Mountain, staring down at Konoha, as everyone was rushing around, preparing the cities defences, as an attack could come at any time. But Lexiel knew better, she could no longer sense the vampires, nor the chakra of the bijuu. They wouldn't attack for sometime. They were rethinking their plans, with the presence of the Imperials, they were unsure of what exactly to do. Instead, they would rather let their enemies suffer, as they prepared for them to attack. To worry about it so much, it would affect their strength, and only then would they attack. It was a good attack method. But Lexiel knew that she was one step ahead of them.
"It is nice to see you again, Lexiel." Said a voice from behind her, and in the darkness she could see perfectly, her blue eyes glowing, staring back at a pair of glowing emerald green eyes.
"Harry."
Seeing her fellow vampire, she felt all of her worries and fears, disappear from her. She knew about him, and knew about his past. She also knew that the Boy-Who-Lived, and Harry Potter were one and the same. Her vampire friend was a legend, a story told so many times that it had changed countless times. The names, places, events had all be rearranged, changed with each telling. To the extent that everywhere she went there had been some variation of it, and she figured that if she asked a child here in these countries, they would tell her of another variation of it. The story had changed so much, that the original names, events and places had all been forgotten. But before her stood and original of this story, the only one left. Everyone and everything else of the story had all been erased from time and place, and he was all that was left.
"Lexiel." His reply brought her out of her thoughts, and she stared at him. He reached forwards and embraced her into a hug, in which she returned happily. When they broken apart, Harry's eyes turned serious as he focused them upon her. "Tell me everything."
Lexiel nodded her head sadly, before the old friends sat down on the mountain, the darkness cloaking their presence. No one would find them here, as Lexiel began a long over due conversation.
War is caused by conflicting ideals. Over time, one would think that humanity, or rather, those who exist, would learn from their past mistakes. But, it seems to appear that over time people revel in the thrill of battle. The ability to remove a life, which took nine months to create, in an instant. The powers that such a thing gives a person, but does this power come at a price. As ones power increases, their humanity disappears. Until eventually all that is left is a shadow of their former self. This is what happened to Uchiha Madara. In return for power, he lost his humanity. He only cared about gaining more power, not matter the consequences. But what is the point in ruling a world of which you are the only occupant?
Harry James Potter was stood on the tallest point within the village. His eyes focused on the dawn rays of light. His mind flicked through endless lifetimes worth of memories. He felt it within himself, as though it was clawing at him from within. He had had this feeling one other time, a feeling which was a distant memory to him, in the years he was a mortal. It was the feeling of destiny playing a part in what was to come. Whatever was going to happen, Harry realised that he had little control of it. Whatever can happen, will happen. Murphy's Law and all that.
He just had to be able to handle what was going to come at them, and end this, once and for all. Even if it meant taking his son to the gates of hell itself, he would do. Just to make sure that this was done properly. Too many people had died, and the Hidden Countries were his sanctuary.
A wry grin appeared on his face. His sanctuary was with a population of ninja who broke out into war every few decades. It didn't really say much about him, or his mentality.
"This will be the end of it." He whispered, before vanishing from the place he stood, causing early morning shop owners who were opening their shops to wonder whether or not there had actually been anything there in reality.
It was tense in the hospital within Konoha. Tsunade was checking up on Temari and Gaara, both of whom were awake. They had been informed of what happened beyond the walls of Konoha, and why they all weren't dead. Temari had instantly rebuked Naruto, which was a shocking twist in the way she was being. The shock of Kankuro's death had hit the siblings hard, even the emotionally detached Gaara. After finishing telling the tale to the two shinobi, Gaara summed it up quite easily.
"I don't trust them."
Tsunade nodded in acceptance, while Temari's eyes flicked to Naruto, squeezing her husband's hands in reassurance. Shikamaru had barely left her side, between his duties and sleep.
"You mean you know about those monsters, before they came for us?" asked Temari.
"No." said Naruto simply, frowning slightly. He had to remind himself that he was not the same twelve year old genin when he was around the Suna shinobi. "We made the link afterwards. According to Lexiel, those that attacked you are weak ones in comparison to the elder ones. But they are more numerous. It is one of the elder ones, Ancients, who founded the Uchiha Clan, and Lexiel is also an Ancient."
"I don't trust them." repeated Gaara.
"Is this Uchiha Ancient guy still around? You said that they are immortal." Said Temari.
"According to the knowledge of what we know, he is dead." Said Sasuke.
"This guy fathered the leader of the Akatsuki and the Kyuubi no Kitsune?" murmured Temari, shaking her head slightly. "We are going to be relying on those monsters a lot aren't we? I mean…" She shudded here, and tears formed at the edge of her eyes, but she brushed them away. "We didn't stand a chance. They move so much faster than us, and with every person they brought down, they seemed to get stronger."
"It is because they drank the blood of your shinobi." Stated Lexiel, as she appeared in the corner of the room.
"I don't trust you." Stated Gaara bluntly.
"I do not expect you to." Replied Lexiel, her eyes glinting. She turned to Naruto, her eyes hollowed slightly.
"The Imperials have picked up the trail in which they left, and with this trail they picked up a foreign one. That of a ninja – the one you speak of?"
"Hinata-chan." Murmured Naruto, his eyes hooded.
Lexiel nodded her head.
"I could send someone to follow them."
"Don't." replied Sasuke, frowning slightly. "We are endangering the civilians by being here. We should take this fight to them."
"Follow them?" said Tsunade.
"Yes."
"That is suicide."
"Maybe there might be some luck on our side." Announced Lexiel, a strange look entering her eyes. "I think that after all of this, you people deserve some. Don't you agree?"
Flashback – 1500 years in the past.
"Father!" shouted a small child, as she ran through the large manor house. Her blue eyes glinted with mirth as she ran around the house, searching for the person she wanted. She checked each of the rooms, constantly searching. "Miss Worthington!" Called out the child, to the woman, whose dress frilled out around her, as her servants followed her. They allowed the child through, and the woman bent down to the child's eyelevel.
"Erin! What can I help you with, my dear child?" asked Miss Worthington, a smile on her face.
"Have you seen my Father anywhere? He told me that he would meet me out in the rose gardens, but he didn't show up. He always shows up – always!" cried the young girl, clutching her arms about her figure. Her blue eyes were full of tears, and she was immediately brought into a hug, her head resting on Miss Worthington's bodice.
"Lord Potter could be anywhere. It might have just slipped his mind that he was to meet you. You know that he is a busy man." Stated Miss Worthington. "Besides, you should have wandered around the manor some more! These buildings are no longer made anymore, you should enjoy them while you can!"
Erin smiled slightly, wiping her tears. Her mahogany coloured hair had long since come out of its bindings, and was resting at her waist, just at the point when her dress started to poof out.
"Thank you, Miss Worthington." She offered the woman a curtsey, then disappearing out of the woman's sight.
"Madam?" asked one of the Miss Worthington's servants. "Where is Lord Potter?"
"Out." Said Miss Worthington, her eyes narrowing. Her wayward lover of sorts was a being that was hard to keep track of. She had arrived a week ago to see him, and she had barely seen him in that time. It made her angry. It wasn't good to make a Veela angry. Suddenly, she caught a warm scent, a smell which was indefineable, and she smiled to herself. "Leave me." Her servants did as asked, and she remained where she was, as she felt a presence around her.
"Isabella." Came the husky voice, causing her to smile at him as she turned around. Harry Potter stood behind her, his eyes glowing a green colour, his lips a full red, showing that he had just fed. That was why he was late for his meeting with his daughter.
"Erin was looking for you." Said Isabella, her keeping her eyes focused on his forehead, she knew that by staring in his eyes, or at his lips, she would be drawn in. Then she would forget why Erin was looking for him.
"She can wait." Replied Harry, stepping forwards like a predator after its prey.
"So can I." Replied Isabella. "Why is she aging? I was surprised when I came back, and saw her older."
Harry's eyes dimmed slightly, and all predatory advances disappeared from his form. He sighed slightly, and held his arm out for the woman to take. She did, and he escorted her to the conservatory room, where the sun lit the area, and you had a nice view of the gardens below. Pulling a rope to the side, a servant entered with a tray of tea, and lay it onto the table.
"Anything else?"
"That will be all." Commanded Harry, leaving the two of them.
In the gardens below, the form of Erin could be seen running around, as she played with the wolf-dogs which Harry kept as pets.
"Erin is aging because of the blood I gave her." said Harry. "By giving her my own blood, it causes her to age like a normal human."
Isabella frowned.
"You have confused me." She said. "You turned her two years ago, when she was meant to have died, but you saved her. I expected her to remain an eight-year-old child, but when I return it is quite obvious that she had aged. What is so different about your blood?"
Harry swirled the tea in his hands, his eyes fixed on the distant form of Erin.
"You know what Erin's favourite bedtime story is, right?"
"I think even the gardeners know what it is." Stated Isabella. "The Legend of the Boy-Who-Lived."
"The boy who was said to have magical powers gifted to him by the gods. A boy who was as much a human as you and me. Whose life destiny loved to toy with, and was a true hero."
Isabella nodded her head.
"It is not a legend. It is a real story." Said Harry, taking a drink of his tea. "I am, or was, that boy."
Isabella froze, not daring to believe what he was saying.
"But…" she murmured. "You cannot be…"
"The events of that story happened some five thousand years ago. Some of it is true, other parts of it are not." Said Harry, his eyes closing slightly. "I am not normal. Even by a vampires standard. Even by the standards of us Ancients. My powers, my magic, changed DNA. When I turned Erin, it changed the genetic make up which changes a mortal into a vampire. It allows her to age, rather than leaving her as a defenceless child for eternity. I assume that she will stop aging as she reaches her prime. Much like I did, I look to be in my mid-twenties, not my late teens like I should."
Isabella stared into the air, shocked at this new revelation.
"You are saying that your magic can cure everyone?" she asked, thinking of those dying. "If it has the ability to change the genetic make up of someone. People are dying of diseases out there, as one new discovery is made, a new cure, a new disease has sprung up. It is as though we have wronged the gods in some weird, obscure way. This is us playing penance for our existence."
Harry made a noncommittal noise, as he leant back. His eyes were hooded, as he stared about himself.
"It will only get worse, before it gets better." Said Harry. "Who knows what the future brings."
"Further death, further destruction?"
"What was at the very bottom of pandora's box?" whispered Harry.
Isabella frowned.
"Hope."
Everyone has different perspectives of a hero. Some believe that they are willing, and believe that it is their destiny to save the world. Others are overly emotional, too attached to what is going on around them. Some believe that what they are doing is what they must do, and believe in their cause so to speak. All of these things, the person who was once Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, had at one point believed in. None of these thoughts or feelings remained. None of the Gryffindor tendencies he was once to famous for.
Maybe it was due to the fact that with age comes wisdom, or with age comes a callousness, which is only reflected by those of the same age. But Harry, or Haru, knew that he was rather jaded. Living for so long had led him to this point. He never asked to be liked this, and if his sire had just left him alone to drink himself to death, then none of this would have happened. Sure, there would have been no Uchiha Clan, but what else would he be missing. Would anyone ever truly remember him? All of those who would have had died a millennia ago, and all that remained of him was a story which changed every generation.
Haru's eyes clutched the cello tighter, as he stared into space. The end was near. He could feel it in his bones, and the very air around him. His thoughts continued to swirl in his head, until a large chakra spike broke through his senses. The air cooled, as he stilled his body and thoughts. He stopped breathing, his senses focusing on one thing, and only one thing. The chakra which all of those with heightened senses could feel. The chakra of a bijuu.
"He has released one." He murmured. His eyes began to glow green, as he transformed slightly, even though it was the middle of the day. His senses began to fly around Konoha, trying to find Lexiel, but she couldn't be found. Then, he put it all together, and realised what had happened. They had gone after the female ninja who had been taken last time. Putting his cello away into its case, he stood up, putting on his jacket. A small smirk of sorts appeared at the edge of his lips, lifting up the corners slightly. It was time for the return of Uchiha Haru.
Here is the next chapter; I hope you all enjoyed it. I am sorry for the long wait, the beginning of this chapter was – quite frankly – annoying.
I had to write it god knows how many times, and I am still not 100 percent happy with it. But I never will be. Yes – next chapter will be when the shit hits the fan, kind of thing.
Enjoy and please review. I have had several reviewers wondering why no one seems to review my stories. I want to know as well. Also, if anyone reads this and also reads Noir et Blanc – please review it. Cause no one has, and I am really quite upset by it. Noir et Blanc and this one, both make up my babies!
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