Title:Hunters versus Rebellion
Author:superhackaninja5
Rating:T
Summary:see chapter one
Disclaimer:what do you think?
Chapter 3:Union of the Hunters
And it began without another word.
"The first item we have to deal with is training you with wandless magic, or Magustry, as we've begun to call it,"Tara declared soberly.
Draco raised an eyebrow articulatively at her.
"The Wizarding incarnate is very accomplished in it, so you need to learn," Sian answered his unasked question immediately upon seeing his expression. Itachi scoffed quietly and following his scoff, began to retreat out through the back door.
"Itachi,"Tara called after him,"this is your department to teach."
Fluidly and slowly,Itachi turned around in the doorway to face her, head vaguely tilted forwards to look at her. "He,"Itachi said softly, "Is none of my concern, Tara,"
"On the contrary, he is all of our concern because he's joined our organization, therefore, we look out for him,"Tara argued, firmly and dangerously softly, softer even than him.
Itachi gave a tiny, toneless sigh before giving Tara the slightest of nods. Even he knew not to mess with Tara when she used that tone of voice.
"Uhhhhhh...are you sure about this?"Draco asked cautiously, looking taken aback.
Tara turned to look at him.
"It is crucial you two form an aquaintanceship, if not a friendship, now before things become too serious,"she explained, "Itachi is a good person. He's just had trouble showing it since the Rebellion Force killed his family."
Draco nearly jumped with shock. "His entire family?"he quipped incredulously.
"Well, except-" "Except me,"a surly, confident voice answered for Tara, causing Draco to turn on his heel to look behind them.
What seemed like the smaller version of Itachi was leering at them from behind, only clad in white robes with a dark brown/purple bottom belted at the waist by a purple bow and worn over black pants and a bared, pale other difference between them was this man's eyes, which looked as though they'd seen things no person should have at his age. Draco would hazard a guess that he was about 16, give or take a year or two, with the same dark hair and blood-red irises as Itachi.
"Sasuke, what have I told you about eavesdropping?"Tara said sternly, glaring daggers at him.
"Don't get caught,"Sasuke replied innocently,the faint laugh lines around his face becoming more pronounced. That was another difference between him and Itachi. Tara rolled her eyes at him.
"So who are you, then?"Draco wondered curiously. "Kind of slow, aren't you?"Sasuke commented, "I'm Itachi's younger brother and the only other survivor of the Uchiha clan slaughter." "Clan?"Draco quoted, voicing his confusion. "It's what they call families in the Land of Fire,"Tara told him as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "O-kay,"Draco said, still feeling a little nonplussed about the title? He didn't know what to think of it as.(Neither do I, .)
"So the Rebellion Force killed your parents?"Draco said, trying to sound sympathetic. "Not just my parents. They murdered every living relative we had once we'd been marked Hunters,"Sasuke answered darkly."My condolences, even though we've only just met,"Draco replied.
Sasuke waved it away. "While I may not be over it completely, I've accepted it as the only downside of realizing my true calling in life,"he replied. "You've certainly accepted your place here, haven't you?"Draco said."It was my choice,"Sasuke shrugged half-heartedly.
"Yeah, I guess there was no one to send you on a guilt trip,"Draco observed quietly.
Fortunately, no one appeared to have heard this and then Itachi grudgingly beckoned Draco to follow him into another room.
"If I have to be the one to train you, we will start right this second because the sooner we start, the sooner we can be shot of each other, agreed?"Itachi said all of this very softly, but Draco caught every word without having to try.
When Draco nodded,not trusting himself to speak, Itachi took on a more commanding tone,
"For the first lesson, you can use your wand to channel the magic through your it out and grip it tightly. I'm instructing you to move this lamp with your hands and without an incantation. For now, your wand will be your source of power. Start now."
Draco pulled his wand out and held it so tight, his knuckles turned white.
"You're holding it too tight, Malfoy. It's a power source, not a lifleline,"Itachi adjusted his grip,loosening it a great deal. Draco relaxed his grip a little and aimed a hand at the lamp he was supposed to be moving.
"Focus on channelling the magic through not the wand, but your hand. The palm, to be precise. Visualize moving the lamp into the air, maybe about two, three inches with every bit of concentration you have left in you,"Itachi instructed, trying hard to keep the scorn out of his tone.
At his word, Draco shut his eyes against his better judgement and removed all thoughts of anything other than moving the said lamp from his head, concentrating on it as hard as his concentration permitted.
He raised his palm, facing it at the lamp and the lamp levitated three inches into the air.
Itachi broke into a slow series of applause. "Boy, you are exceptional, aren't you?"he drawled tonelessly. "It's got to be the spell,"Draco realized breathlessly, stowing his wand back into his pocket.
"And what spell is that, Malfoy?"Itachi quipped skeptically.
Draco shook his head slightly before answering," When I was born, my dad said I had a spell on me that another boy had as well. The two of us are meant to halt the madness, "meant to be extraordinary", to use his words."
Itachi looked faintly bemused.
"That spell was cast by him,"he said to himself with mild reverence. Of course the "him" in question will remain unamed for just a little bit longer.
Draco raised an eyebrow, but said nothing and just started to sit down.
Itachi stopped him, yanking his arm upwards.
"One successful attempt does not merit a break quite yet,"he warned,"this lesson isn't over. This time, you'll have to do without the wand and we'll see how that goes."
Draco gave him a reproachful glare before standing up straight and forcing himself back into his previous stance again.
"This is standard procedure;concentrate on moving the lamp, only use yourself as the power source instead of the wand. The power will emit from your fingertips,"Itachi indicated the points on Draco's fingertips,"and invisible threads will lift the lamp into the air, steadily and silently."
Draco nodded confidently, not trusting himself to speak at that moment and pointed his fingertips directly at the lamp, shutting his eyes once again.
All at once, a strange sensation overtook his mind, blotting out all other thoughts from his head.
It felt as though threads were crawling out of his fingertips at a breakneck pace.
With some trepidation, he opened his eyes and found odd-coloured streams escaping from his palm, but nothing was happening to the lamp.
"Escan,"Itachi said dismissively, eradicating the colourstreams with a wave of his hand and turning to look at Draco.
"That was much feebler,"Itachi observed critically.
Draco snorted, "I'm a wizard who's worked his whole life with wands and incantations. What'd you expect?" Itachi surpressed a sigh with difficulty and replied scornfully, "A lot more than this. Didn't you learn non-verbal spells in sixth-form?"
"Non-verbal, yes, but not non-wand-channelled," Draco shot back angrily. "There's a gaping hole in your education, then,"Itachi concluded condescendingly. Draco scowled,"It's a school of wand-channelled magic. I don't think there are any Maguses in existence at the present,"
Itachi looked at right at him and told him emotionlessly, "Then, you'd be wrong. You're looking at one this very moment."
Draco simply stared at Itachi until he changed the subject back to their lesson.
"Regardless, get ready for another time, focus more carefully on your initial goal,"Itachi instructed forcefully. Draco sighed heavily and repositioned himself.
Itachi stood behind him and said carefully, "Close your mind, Draco. Open the gates of power. And think over the words;lescate son lampu."
Draco did as he was bidden, repeating those seemingly simple words in his head over at least twenty times.
He felt Itachi guiding his hands into the correct place and positions.
"Open your eyes and focus your gaze on the lamp until you feel the colourstreams fighting to be released from your fingertips and then, release them,"he told Draco with forced patience.
Draco opened his eyes and set them on the now hateful lamp and waited.
All at once, the sensation of crawling came back to his fingertips, only this time, the sensation was much stronger. It was almost overwhelming now. Once again, Draco saw those odd-coloured streams attempting to escape from their imprisonment in his fingertips, but with a much more frantic speed.
Itachi surveyed this almost disapprovingly and intoned," Now, release them."
All at once, Draco let go of the hold he seemed to have on the streams and they hurled themselves at the lamp, causing it to go leaping off of the table. Then, as quickly as they had come, the streams vanished and gave way to Itachi's face, which looked absolutely livid.
Draco actually took a surprised step backward away from him.
"What?"he asked Itachi nervously.
He exploded,"That was the most reckless display of Magustry I've ever seen, Malfoy!You let it go far too quickly. If you let it go like that in a war, or even just during a practice battle, it could boomerang and kill you in the process! Do you want that happening to you?"
"No," Draco muttered resentfully, not quite meeting Itachi's eyes.
"Exactly. We'll adjourn for today, but you have to learn some control before your training is over,"Itachi reneged grudgingly, throwing Draco a distasteful look before leaving him alone in the large room.
He wasn't alone for long, though.
Mere minutes after Itachi's abrupt exit, Tara entered the room, looking uncharacteristically grim, which was a definite sign that something was wrong.
"What's going on?"he questioned apprehensively, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
"We have a problem with one of the chosen Hunter recruits on Duel Monsters," Tara answered solemnly," Something very bad has happened in the oldest's life recently and he might not choose to join because of it. We have to get him together before time runs out,"
Draco thought that over for a moment.
"So how are you planning on getting near enough to him to convince him to join?"he wondered curiously.
"The doing is the issue here because the problem with him is the oldest has only just tried to kill himself,"Tara explained, causing Draco to drop the cup he'd been holding.
"What?"he gasped in disbelief. "You heard me. He's still depressed and we need to get him undepressed, so his judgement won't be clouded,"Tara told him gravely, looking all too serious.
"Who's this oldest, anyways?"Draco asked. "His name is Zane Truesdale,"Tara declared.
Draco's eyes grew big,
"But isn't that-?" "Unfortunately, it is. His life is going to be viewed as valuable in the eyes of the Rebellion if he takes it himself anytime soon,"Tara said with clear disgust.
