AN: ZOMFG! I just reread all my favorite SasuNaru yaoi doujinshi! (dies from nosebleed) Also, there may be some confusion about how I left off in the last chapter, but you'll get it eventually. Remember, I'm pulling this plot out my ass.

DISCLAIMER: (Hiding in forest) THEYRE MINE! (Suddenly snatched up by Lawyer Nins) NOOO! IM SOOORRY!

"Talking in English" and 'Thinking in English'

"Talking in Japanese" and 'Thinking in Japanese'

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The ride back to Grimmauld Place was a quiet one. It wasn't as if Harry was ever awkward around Mr. Weasley, it was just that he felt so relieved that his court hearing went well, that he really had nothing else he wanted to say.

But he had a feeling that the relief would be short lived.

Harry suddenly gasped in pain, and immediately rushed shaking fingers to his forehead, his scar burning intensely.

"Harry? You alright?"

"…yeah."

"Well, we're almost there, then."

"..."

Harry's fingers stayed fixed to his scar the rest of the car ride.

x

Naruto couldn't exactly place the feeling he was experiencing at the moment. Maybe the best he could come up with was pain, like a weightless, boundless pain that tore at his insides and sent his mind reeling. And it was dark. Dark with flashes of light, that, if he focused enough, were images.

He saw a fleeting train.

He saw portions of a massive castle.

And he saw many faces, ones that he recognized, and many that he didn't.

The last one he could remember was the Kyuubi. Then it was dark for a long time.

x

Sasuke saw light, and instantly began reaching for it as it began to get bigger and brighter, engulfing the darkness that curled around him like a blanket of ice. The pain stopped abruptly as soon as he broke free from what felt like thousands of years of agony.

A choked gasp force itself out of his lungs, which at the moment, felt dried and twisted as he landed on something hard and obviously carpeted. Not soon after, he heard a pained cough from Sakura, and a loud curse from Naruto as they both materialized in the air, only to fall beside him in indignant heaps of arms, legs, and heaving bodies.

After regaining his breath, and adjusting his eyes to the light of the room, he looked up from his crouched position to see a smiling Kakashi, standing over him reading Icha Icha Paradise as if nothing bordering the line of unusual had occurred.

"What… in the fuck… was that?" breathed Sasuke.

"Ah, Sasuke, the first to recover. What a surprise."

"Dammit… Kakashi… no one said anything about the pain!"

"It's always easier to figure these sort of things out for yourself."

On his left, Naruto straighten himself up off the ground, and Sasuke immediately followed his actions, not wanting to appear weak. He turned to see Sakura doing the same, but having a little more trouble. Sasuke debated helping her, but decided not to, wanting to save her the possible humiliation.

They had landed in a room lit by candles with a large, oval shaped table situated in the middle, covered in strange scrolls and surrounded by chairs. There was a door on the far side of the room, and a ragged bookshelf crammed with books and artifacts spewing abnormal chakra. The only window in the room was covered with heavy black curtains, and the walls themselves seemed to breath an incomprehensible aura. All in all, it was a dark, dismal place.

"Where are we, Kakashi-sensei?" panted the blonde as he wiped sweat from his brow. "And why did it hurt so much getting here?"

"The Transportation Circle is a extremely fast and painful way of getting somewhere far away, requiring massive amounts of chakra and ripping a hole in space and time itself. We, believe it or not, are in a different dimension that slightly overlaps with our own."

"…what?"

"It's painful because of the huge amount of chakra that's ripping you apart as it puts you back together at the same time."

"…what?"

"Naruto… never mind."

"You should have said that in the beginning!"

"So then, Kakashi-sensei, where are we?" asked Sakura.

"In an important house owned by an important organization that we will be assisting for our important mission."

Sasuke stiffened at the mention of an organization. The only organization that he could relate to was the one that his brother was involved in.

"What kind of organizat-"

The Uchiha Clan heir shut his mouth mid-sentence as soon as he noticed Kakashi's sudden change in stance from 'leisure' to 'alert'. Then he felt it, a strange, active chakra that flared right underneath the door, and connected above them to what he assumed was another room.

"Kakashi-sensei, wha-"

The previously mentioned Jounin stopped Naruto from saying anything more by motioning towards the door, and pointing upwards. The room grew silent and attentive, until each of the Leaf Nin heard the distinctive sound of movement above them.

Then Kakashi gave the signal.

x

The last thing that Ron heard before the Extendable Ears went silent was a hushed: "Iko, minna!"

"What is it, Ron? What else do you hear?"

"Bloody things broken! At first, all I heard was gibberish, then it just stopped working!"

"Well, they are prototypes. Hurry then, pull it up!"

"Right."

Ron soon begin the arduous task of reeling the long, fleshy eavesdropping devices in, but, to his surprise, it came up short.

"Her… Hermione!"

"What?"

"Look at this!" he blurted as he held up the bleeding, severed end of what used to be the base of a previously whole Extendable Ear. "Bloody hell! It looks like someone cut it!"

"Who would cu-"

"BANG!"

Hermione completed her sentence with a scream as the door exploded open with a sound resembling that of dynamite detonation. Smoke spilled out from the new, massive, jagged hole of a door way, chips of wood rained down upon her and Ron's heads.

Ron reached out and yanked Hermione behind him just in time to see four, blurred figures shoot into the room and surround them holding what seemed to be pointed, steel daggers. As soon as he took notice of their weapons, the red headed boy pulled out his wand from his back pocket, ready to hex the intruders straight to hell.

But before he could even utter a syllable, he found himself, and Hermione, pinned to the floor by a blonde clad in bright orange, and a scowling boy who's dark hair seemed to fall upwards.

"Naruto…" said the white haired man.

"Hai, Kakashi-sensei! Wakatta!"

"Hey!" cried Ron as he felt a rope wrap itself around his wrists, which were pulled behind his back, seeing as how he was being held down on his stomach. "What are you doing? Stop it! HELP! Sirius! Fred! George! …MUM!"

"Urusei!" snapped the voice of his agitated captor, and when Ron didn't comply, he felt a steel dagger move to rest upon his jugular. The red head found himself silent, his voice lost in fear and the desperation to come up with some brilliant plan to escape, with Hermione, unscathed. So he did what he had usually done in these sort of situations:

'What would Harry do?'

x

Seven Minutes Earlier…

x

"Hey, Mr. Weasley, who's this letter for?"

"Oh, that! Found it in the back of the car, addressed to Sirius. Supposed to get it days ago, guess I just forgot to give it to him. Say, Harry, why do you keep touching your forehead?"

"Um… Mr. Weasley, the stamp on the back of the letter says, 'URGENT.'"

Harry didn't know that the human neck could move like that. In one swift motion, Mr. Weasley snapped his face towards the younger boy and grabbed the letter so quickly, that it took a second or two for him to register what happened, and the car, lacking a drivers guidance, swerved wildly for a few frightening moments until Harry finally seized the steering wheel to steady the rampant vehicle.

"This…this is from Dumbledore! Sealed with a Phoenix, so it must be Order news! Harry, what if its something extremely important? No, it must be important! All Order news is important!"

"Calm down, Mr. Weasley!" cried Harry, "Let's just read it now and tell Sirius ourselves!"

"You can't open letters addressed to a specific person when it has to do with the Order! Dumbledore could have hexed it to curse anyone who opens it except Sirius!"

Harry gave Mr. Weasley a skeptical look before snatching the letter back and opening it without hesitation.

"Harry, NO!"

"Dear Sirius," read Harry, who was unsurprisingly unscathed, "I am pleased to inform you of great news involving our cause. I have just contacted the successor of the late Professor Sarutobi, leader of the Leaf Ninja."

Leaf… Ninja? He had only read the first sentence of the letter, but Harry had found himself pausing to digest the information.

"The current leader, a Madame Tsunade, has just agreed to support us in our favor (for an impressive amount of gold) even though short staffed… Wait, this is ridiculous! Ninjas? Dumbledore has just hired an army of ninjas?"

"Apparently."

But, despite the ludicrousness of the idea, Harry knew that it wasn't impossible. To be honest, Harry wasn't exactly all that surprised, he had had worst shocks in his lifetime.

"She will send four of her best shinobi on hand now, and add on as many as she can as soon as she can. They are… due to arrive…" Harry stopped in the reciting of the very important letter to speculate something. "Hey, Mr. Weasley, what's today's date?"

"The twenty fourth, why?"

"They are due to arrive on the twenty fourth of August, 3:00pm sharp."

"And that's…?"

"In seven minutes."

It was then, when Harry began to reconsider the worst shocks of his life.

x

"Anata wa dare desu ka?"

"…"

"Oi, teme! Anata wa dare desu ka?"

"…What in the hell are you gibbering on about?"

x

Harry burst through the door, or what had used to be the door, of the room that Ron, Hermione, and himself shared to find a strange and almost funny, if it wasn't so terrifying, sight:

His two best friends tied up on their stomachs with knives pressed to their throats by who he had assumed to be the ninja that Dumbledore mentioned in his letter. The two ninja that weren't pinning down Ron and Hermione compromised of an old, white haired man with three quarters of his face covered, reading a book that had a tremendous red "R" on the cover, and a girl with pink hair.

But the blonde, blue-eyed, ninja dressed in bright orange, and the black haired, dark eyed ninja with what seemed like a resentful disposition were pining down Ron and Hermione.

As soon as Harry reached for his wand, the white haired ninja turned in his direction, but never took his eyes off the red book. Harry guessed it was some sort of Sacred Ninja Manual.

Mr. Weasley had sent off for Sirius, trusting Harry to deal with the ninjas alone. It took Harry some time to realize how terribly out of character Mr. Weasley suddenly was, and how utterly strange that last sentence sounded.

Harry stopped, not making any sudden movements. The white haired ninja, probably, raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. It was hard to tell with his face almost completely covered.

"Harry!" cried Ron, earning him a threatening shake from his dark haired captor.

"Hari?" repeated the white haired man, surprised. "Poteru Hari?"

Another shock to add to his 'Worst Shocks of his Life List.' It was getting longer by the day, now.

"What? …Oh! Oh yes! I'm Harry Potter!" said Harry, pointing to himself frantically, glad that his famous name might have saved him from the ninjas who had began to converse in hush tones amongst themselves. After they seemed to agree on something, the room was silent again, except for Ron's manly whimpering, until the white haired man commanded a short order, causing the two boys to retreat from Ron and Hermione's prone forms, cutting away the rope as they did.

His two friends, granted freedom, scrambled up and behind Harry.

"Gomen nasai, Poteru-san!" said the pink haired girl as she approached Harry, who could barely make out his own name due to her thick accent. She then pointed to herself and said slowly and clearly, "Haruno Sakura." She then pointed to the dark haired boy, and did the same for his name, as all the other ninja.

"Uchiha Sasuke." A grunt.

"Uzumaki Naruto." An enthusiastic wave.

"Kakashi-sensei." A page turn.

'Sensei' was about the only word he understood, and that was only because of mass media and The Karate Kid.

Haruno Sakura had just finished introducing herself and the other shinobi when Sirius burst through the giant hole in the wall that now served as a door, wand in hand and looking as if he was having more fun than he ever had in years.

"Oh, Harryyoudidn'tgotoAzakabanthat'sgoodaretheninja'shereyet?" he said in one, rushed, excited breath.

"Thanks for the concern, Sirius."

"Ninjas!"

The mentioned individuals turned their waning attention to the thin, long haired man standing in front of the massive hole in the wall, motioning for them to follow him out of said massive hole.

Harry couldn't help but follow.

And as he filed out the room with the wizards, ninjas, and a witch, he found himself dreading the upcoming school year.

x

Definitions in order of appearance:

(1) "Let's go, everyone!"

(2) "I got it!" or "I understand!"

(3) "Shut up!"

(4) "Who the hell are you?"

(5) "Oh, Harry you didn't go to Azakaban that's good are the ninjas here yet?"