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Summary: They were all trying to escape, whether it was from fate, war, grief, abuse, hate. They were all trying to escape. There are many Harry Potter spoilers for those who have not read the books, and spoilers for the Naruto series as well.
A/N: Yay! A legitimate update after editing a ton! I added the most new material to the second part of the introduction chapters, so you might want to look back at that. Ages have also gone up one year, I believe I've corrected all of those, but if I missed one, let me know where. Also, fair warning, some suggestive themes in this chapter, and I hope my justifications are clear, but again, Ninja have to use everything available to them, all possible weaknesses need to be known to them. Anyways, let me know if it is too suggestive and this should be pushed back to a M rating. Enjoy, much love ~ depressedchildren
Key:
text is text
levi corpus a known spell, usually a perversion of a Latin phrase
"Dialogue" the opposite language of the world they are in
Chapitre six
After that incident, Jiraiya decided it was time to get back on the road. Harry seemed exhausted, but Jiraiya couldn't complain, he himself was drained from that psychologically traumatic experience. The old man ended up carrying the brat on his back while he had Naruto strapped to his chest. The boy slept almost all the way to the boarders of Lightning Country, granted, they had taken a ferry to bypass crossing the Land of Frost and shorten their traveling time.
When they camped for the night on the boarder of the two countries, Harry looked up at Jiraiya with haunted eyes, and asked the question the Sage knew was coming.
"Could a suppression seal block out his voice?" Harry's voice was hoarse from disuse.
"It could," Jiraiya murmured as he pecked at his dinner. He observed the boy with his face drawn into a stoic mask. Harry refused to look up at him, instead he favored the hard packed dirt.
"But it would work better if he was completely separated from my mind, right?" Jiraiya's lips spread outward in a wry smile. Though his jaw was set firmly, his eyes were burning in the flickering campfire light. He was undeniably proud of the boy.
"Stole the words right out of my mouth," the Sannin's voice was deep and cracked from neglect, but his vowels were bright due to the smile on his lips, and the warm tone lacing each syllable softened his words. This soft yet joking tone made the kid smile slightly, even as he continued to look down at the ground.
Harry had a stick in his hand with which he began to draw a design into the hard earth below them. Jiraiya came over to look at what he was drawing and could not have felt more proud. "Very good, Brat," he stated in a gruff barking tone. He was genuinely impressed at the flawless design. The boy had even incorporated a suppressing seal into the other more complex seal meant to separate the other soul from him.
"Would you like it done now or would you rather you did it yourself?" at the boy's hesitant smile, the old man barked with laughter and clapped the boy on the back. He was proud of Harry; that was for damn sure.
Harry couldn't stop staring; his childishly wide green eyes were stretched further than normal, and they were flitting from one horizon to the next. It was a breathtaking view, to be sure, but that gave the boy no right to almost fall off the mountain path four times. Jiraiya doubted he'd live long enough to explain what happened to the enraged deer ANBU, should the boy actually succeed in falling off the mountain.
They were nearing Kumogakure, if the thick mass of clouds a head of them was anything to go off of. Snowcapped mountain tops poked up from the glimmering clouds in the distance like the jagged teeth of a wolf's mouth. Almost blue, the harsh stone shone against the surrounding white, it was foreboding yet terribly beautiful. The swirling gasses and moisture at their base glimmered in the autumn sunlight. Patches of snow hugged the mountain next to them, and lined either side of their current path. However, up ahead, the shifting clouds obscured Kumogakure from view while the shoveled path would disappear into a blanket of snow. All of this to further keep unescorted travelers from the village.
Jiraiya knew what kept the village hidden, and had taken a long but thin fallen branch from near the base of the mountain to use as a seeing stick. Perhaps he should have told the boy to grab one of his own…in fact, he should have told the brat many things. Such as, it would become bitterly cold the further up the mountain they went.
Casting his gray eyes over to his companion, he noted the boy had paused a few spaces behind him. Turning around, Jiraiya was greeted with glimmering wide green eyes, alight with awe and shock. Pale lips were parted to permit a small gasp, before pupils encased in green focused on the elderly man in front of them.
"What happens when you walk into a cloud?" Harry asked, perhaps his first truly childish question. "What are clouds made of?" there was a slight tightness in his words, and a rush to his questions that was not linked with his age. Fear, Jiraiya deduced, mixed with worry edged the boy's questions while his wide eyes shifted to focus on what lay beyond his teacher.
Jiraiya's face contorted with his wolfish smile. "I always thought they were made of cotton fluff," Jiraiya confessed with a barking laugh. His head tilted backwards while his hand came forward to hold Naruto closer to him. The baby was swaddled in several blankets and was held to Jiraiya via the baby carrier.
"Then what's gonna happen when we walk through them?" Harry's mouth fell open as his chest rose and fell faster than it had before. His hands twitched beside him, perhaps an attempt to keep from flailing them about, while his gaze flitted around to look at the swirling mists a few leagues ahead of them.
Jiraiya couldn't hold it in, and he would chide himself later, but it was too damn funny. Jiraiya laughed, and laughed, and laughed. He was bent over, clutching Naruto to his body as he shook with mirth. His eyes were clenched closed as his abdominal muscles convulsed and his lungs restricted with each deep lungful of crisp mountain air. The laughter echoed around them, gaining volume in the valley below them, making it sound as if a battalion was laughing at the boy.
Jiraiya was sure Harry had his head down with an ashamed blush dusting his cheeks, but it was still too funny. Up until this point, Jiraiya was constantly forgetting the boy was just that, a child! The brat was so logical, yet he had actually taken what Jiraiya said for the truth. It was baffling but understandable, when would the boy have been taught the composition of clouds?
Sure enough, the boy had his head bowed, his unruly bangs had fallen into his eyes which were clenched tightly closed. Little fists were balled at the boy's side while a faint blush dusted the boy's pale cheeks and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Grimacing, Jiraiya straightened.
"What I meant was, when I was a kid I always thought they were made of fluff. They're actually just a bunch of water in gas form." Harry looked up at his teacher, and was relieve to see the firm line of Jiraiya's lips and sober shine to his eyes, which matched the man's dully stated words.
The boy let out a breath he had not known he was holding with this discovery. His teacher was telling the truth and had not meant to trick him. The burning in Harry's chest, which had spread through his body at the harsh barks of laughter, receded along with the heat in his face. He was not sure what he had felt, but whatever the emotion was, it had made him feel small and foolish.
"Oh…" Green eyes looked up cautiously, and Jiraiya could see questions formulating behind those flickering eyes.
"And before you ask a thousand and one questions, I know absolutely nothing else about clouds," Jiraiya knew his student well, but his statement clearly was not going to deter the boy, since Harry was already opening his mouth to ask a question.
"But if they're made of water, can they be used for water jutsus?"
Jiraiya was sure the kid had heard him, but perhaps the boy just wanted to talk until they got to the village. That, the man could deal with, as long as the boy knew he was guessing on his answers.
"Papers?" there were two guards waiting at the entrance of the hidden village. Harry and Jiraiya were drenched and shivering from their walk through the clouds, during which they had almost fallen off the mountain path several times.
Jiraiya pulled out a sodden wad of documents from his vest with a raw, red hand. The guards chuckled and quickly performed a jutsu that dried the papers. However, as they began to flip through the parchment, they were quick to regarded Jiraiya with respect and wariness - they were probably remembering the last time he was there. He had been chased out of the town by the entire adult female population. Chuckling the Senin could only think one thing, those were good times.
The guards did a double take when the saw Harry's name and Jiraiya was sure that if he had not been there the boy would have been sent to their T & I building. After the guards waved them in, Jiraiya found a hotel to stay at until they were chased out. Correction, when he was chased out.
Harry was already started on changing Naruto's wet clothes and giving the baby a warm bath when Jiraiya set down their bags. The baby would likely come down with a fever later tonight if he wasn't taken care of properly. Jiraiya for his part was preparing formula for Naruto, for when the infant became hungry. Once done, he set the mixture down on the hotel desk.
"I'm going to go see an old friend, keep working on those water balloons," the old man called over his shoulder before heading out and summoning a toad to watch the boy. Harry just nodded and continued to clean the cooing baby
Jiraiya was officially sick of getting slapped in the face! He tried every place he knew the eight tails container would be, only to find him missing. Since he didn't want to waste his time with fruitless searches, he flirted with a few women. Apparently they still remembered him. At least it wasn't all in vain; he met up with one of his informants.
Sighing while gingerly rubbing his red and swollen face, the toad sage meandered over to a mysteriously wooded area, perhaps it was a training ground. There was snow on the forest floor, which was to be expected at this altitude, latitude, and season. Honestly, he just wanted to sit down in a familiar setting, that being beneath trees.
Without meaning to, the old man began to drift off. He was in a dry segment and though the tree was cold against his back, it was comforting after such a long hike of up the mountain. The smell of snow as it mixed in with the scent of trees was also comforting. It reminded Jiraiya of winter in Konoha. They would get three or four snow falls a season, and after a week the snow would usually melt. But the crisp clean smell of it was something the old man looked forward to in those barren months, which were fast approaching.
As he was floating on the line of unconsciousness, he could hear the distant sounds of feet crunching in the snow. Frowning, Jiraiya woke up enough to listen for anymore sounds of life. There was a low voice, it moved in a lyrical pattern and was coming closer. Though the owner of the voice was not singing by any means, rather, he was saying poetry? No, that must not be it. But what was a name for rhythmic poetry that was spoken but not sang?
"Old man!" Jiraiya jumped up from his resting place to regard a rather boisterous jinchūriki. The twenty-year-old had a small notebook out and a pencil touching the pages. He was a study in contrasts, if Jiraiya was to be honest. The man blended in well with the stark environment, appearing like a frost covered tree, but as did the majority of Kumogakure's occupants. The man was also very loud for a ninja, but could be quiet when needed.
"B!" Jiraiya greeted in return, his face stretched wide in a wolfish smile, only to falter in his step (and expression) by the glare he was receiving, "I mean, Jinchūriki-sama," B nodded in return, stowing away his book to greet the sage in a more appropriate manner.
"I'm sorry to hear about your student," B stated in all seriousness as he grabbed Jiraiya by the arms, and conveyed that he truly was sorry by the hard set of his brow and jaw. "He was a great combatant and leader."
"That he was," Jiraiya stared forward into the dark eyes before him with his jaw clenched, thus keeping in the grief he felt from rising inside of him.
"Have they found a new host?" B asked quietly, his hands fell to his sides while he held his chin high and his eyes narrowed.
"Yeah, he picked his own kid," B just nodded lowering his chin and slinging his arm over the older man to walk with him.
"He should come by some time when he's older," Jiraiya's face took on a deadpan expression, which caused B to laugh, "I could mentor him, ya know," the jinchūriki's mouth was quirked up at one corner in a decidedly mischievous way.
"Yes, like all of you were going to 'mentor' Kushina-chan?" the two threw each other smirks with narrowed eyes, both were refraining from laughing.
"You can't blame us for trying," B joked, the laughter he had been trying to keep back burst out after that sentence, "Gods that girl was more trouble than she was worth. She was hard headed, clumsy, loud, and had one very possessive boyfriend,"
"Let's hope their kid isn't like her," Jiraiya laughed in return, his eyes danced with nostalgia. Kumogakure learned their lesson after that incident; don't mess with the Uzumakis or Namikazes.
Naruto was asleep and Harry was wary of working on his mental shields after his confrontation with the other soul. That left one thing to do, popping water balloons.
Grabbing one of the colorful plastic balloons, Harry began circulating his chakra in the correct pattern. He had his eyes closed to make sure that the chakra was moving in the correct order when he felt water fill his hand. … He did it?!
Scrambling over to the large pack filled with water balloons, Harry took one in each hand. Closing his eyes, he focused on circulating the chakra in the right pattern before they exploded again. Something bubbled up his chest and out of his mouth; the resulting laugh caused the watchful toad to jump at the gleeful sound. The boy was laughing in excitement over his success. The toad would never have imagined seeing the child act in such away, but it made his amphibian heart warm.
Harry proceeded to burst two balloons at a time until he felt too tired to continue. It took a nice bit of chakra each time, and Jiraiya had ordered the boy not to overwork himself. With ten balloons left, Harry lay down beside Naruto and closed his eyes. Jiraiya's toad was smiling from his guardian like position near the window as he looked down at the sleeping six-year-old. The boy had progressed so much from the last time he babysat him, that was for sure.
"Sannin-san, what's up with the toddler and baby?"
Jiraiya came stumbling up behind his drinking buddy to see what he was talking about, "Oh right, that's my student and his little orphan…something" Jiraiya was far too inebriated to think of a suitable lie to explain Naruto's presence.
Taking a step toward the bed, Jiraiya slipped on something and was too shocked to catch himself. However, his crash awoke both Naruto and Harry. Harry had a kunai out and was crouched down in front of Naruto protectively; that is, until his sleep addled mind recognized his teacher lying on the floor.
Harry recalled the few times his father and Minato came home in such a deplorable state. Minato had whispered loudly that if he came home drunk again, Kushina would skin him alive. Thus, the boy deduced his sensei was intoxicated, which seemed to be the way adults relaxed. Though, the boy could not fathom why they did so, it clearly inhibited their motor skills.
"Shh, Naruto," Harry pocketed his kunai and picked up the distraught little jinchūriki, "It's just Jiraiya-sensei, he's drunk, shh," the boy rocked the baby back and forth; however, his words brought out a loud laugh from his teacher's companion. "And so is his friend," the boy added offhandedly to the quieting baby. Harry gaze narrowed slightly at the dark man who now gaped at the boy in an affronted manner. He really shouldn't look offended, Harry was stating the obvious.
"Hey!" B started to stalk forward, offended by the cheeky brat's comment, when he slipped on a piece of balloon and fell on his back next to a laughing Jiraiya. He too had been too intoxicated to catch himself; nothing seemed to be staying in one place.
"Sir, who are you?" Harry asked with a docile Naruto on his hip. The two men were still on the ground in a drunken daze, mouths hanging open and eyes squinting into the dark hotel room. Did they really both fall on their asses in front of an impressionable six-year-old?
Harry had his free hand out in show of goodwill and the desire to help the other man off the ground. Funny, he wasn't extending his arm out for Jiraiya.
"Jinchūriki-sama," B stated with a cocky grin plastered on his already plastered visage. He preferred to be revered for what he was.
"Nice to meet you Jinchūriki-sama," the man took the kid's hand, and was surprised by the little guy's strength as he was helped to his feet, though he was slightly disturbed by the boy's rather dead tone and expression. He needed a change in topic, and he had the perfect one in mind; what the hell had he slipped on?
"What's with the," B picked up a colorful piece of plastic and began to study it, "Is this a balloon?" His brow was furrowed and his eyes narrowed at the object dangling limply from his fingers, his mouth hung open while his nose scrunched up. He really slipped on a balloon? And he was a Jōnin! Wait…why did he have three hands?
"I got them to pop sensei!" Harry's mildly excited tone made Jiraiya chuckle, but he was still glad the kid was finally acting his age.
Forcing himself into a sitting position, head and stomach reeling at the motion, he took in the kid's shining green eyes and wide triumphant, smile. "Now listen," Jiraiya paused, hand raised up as he blinked several times. Despite being seated he still swayed slightly, "Good job," the words were long and loud, as if the Sanin's mind was working at half speed. Perhaps if he was not so drunk Jiraiya's pride in the boy would have been clearer through his words. But at least for once the Sanin bore a smile which did not distort his expression, but rather smoothed out his features. The boy flushed slightly from the look, his chest heating up from another strange emotion. He sometimes felt it when his father's eyes shone in that peculiarly kind way.
B scoffed as he plopped down on one of the beds in the hotel room. "Good for you kid," Harry jerked his head toward the other occupant. The unfamiliar tone B was using, despite the slurred words, made the boy feel small, as denoted by his bowed head and hunched shoulders.
"He's learning," Jiraiya began, pointing a finger at the stillest image of B, "how to make the Rasengan," the words were pushed out painfully slow, and his head jerked about for emphasis while his torso continued to sway. "This-this-ssss-this" the white haired man flailed his arm as he caught his train of thought again, "is one of the first steps!" With a nod of finality which only made the Sanin's world spin more, he fell back to lean on his arms and regard the other.
B laughed skeptically at the Sanin's defensive words until Jiraiya motioned for the boy to demonstrate. Harry responded quickly by setting Naruto back on his blanket before he took two balloons, one in each hand, and quickly made them pop. B just stared slack jawed. This little pipsqueak could do that, at what, age three?
"He's six and he's just passed," Jiraiya paused in his speech, a loud belch erupting from his mouth. The old man sat there for a few seconds lightly smacking his lips together before remembering what he was saying "He just passed the Genin exam," despite the lack of warning in his voice, Jiraiya's squinted glare and scowl was not missed by the jinchūriki. The two shared a heated staring competition, during which Harry regarded the two with his brow furrowed. "He's also a Namikaze," Jiraiya added as good measure while nodding his head once more. It elicited just the reaction he was expecting.
"Why would we ever want a pip-pip-p-p" B started to laugh, his mouthing tripping up his words. That sounded really funny! Pipsqueak was a funny word! "That's a funny word," the jinchūriki laughed, making Jiraiya laugh with him. They continued to laugh, which caused Harry to look between the two with slight concern.
"You two are very strange," Harry stated in his inarticulate speech while he backed away from the still laughing men. He made his way back to the balloon basket to finish the last of the balloons, all the while he shook his head at their childish antics.
"This is about a hundred times harder," Jiraiya explained as he held out a little rubber ball, a whole basket waited beside them. B was leaning against the mountain side which jutted up in the middle of the training area, and watched with amusement as Jiraiya taught the six-year-old.
Jiraiya had started the day by making the boy create a hangover remedy, not that the kid knew what the concoction's purpose was. He then had quizzed the boy over seals, and even threw in the tattoo on B's arm as one of them. To the jinchūriki's surprise, the boy immediately identified it as his bijū's containment seal. After the quiz, the Sannin had worked with the boy on making a few seals before they went out to the training fields.
Jiraiya had Naruto on his hip as they watched the six-year-old try in vain to pop the ball. Closing his eyes, Harry tried backing more chakra into the ball, thus making the ball's exterior protrude in places. It made Harry think of what Kushina went through when Naruto was feeling extra hyper, granted, his little fists did not raise any of Kushina's skin, but it was the thought that made Harry mentally snicker.
What was he doing wrong? The chakra was flowing in the right pattern and he was putting quite a bit of chakra into the plastic ball.
"Hey kid, you should take a break," B stepped forward; he knew the kid was pushing a large amount of chakra into the ball and if the boy continued on as he was, he'd bring his reserves down to a dangerous level. Jiraiya chuckled from his place, a knowing smile in place. Harry had more than enough chakra to keep at this for two or three hours more, but B didn't know that.
"Your face is turning red," B teased, which caused the boy to stop.
"I guess we can go back to reading about seals," Jiraiya stated with a bemused smile in place. B paled slightly at the thought, the morning had been so boring and he wanted to catch up with the old pervert, so he hadn't left them. Anything to break the monotony he was stuck to as the village's guardian ever since A took over as Raikage.
"Kid, you know how to use a sword?" Jiraiya's smile turned triumphant, unbeknownst to the six-year-old and twenty-year-old.
"Swords are too big for me, but I know how to use long knives, Jinchūriki-samma," the boy stated as he waited to see the point behind the man's inquiry with expectant emerald eyes. His head was tilted back to look up at the young man, and by doing so, his unruly black hair fell away from his eyes as his impish face regarded the other without moving into his mind.
"Close enough," B withdrew two of his swords and smirked down at the kid, "go get them, I'm gonna train you for a while,"
Jiraiya already had the knives out of the boy's pack and threw them at the slightly stunned child. "I'm going to go change Naruto," he called over his shoulder, his plan was succeeding.
Three women were circled around Jiraiya, all of them were cooing over the little baby in his arms.
"Oh!" one woman exclaimed as the baby began to gurgle and giggle. "You were so selfless to take them in," the woman gushed as she laid an arm on Jiraiya who nodded with tears in his eyes.
"Well, what else was I supposed to do? Their father was like a son to me," he chocked out, and stroked Naruto's head affectionately.
"You said your other Godson is five?" another woman asked, prying her attention away from the baby.
"He's six and Killer B is babysitting him while I took little Nato to get some medicine for his cold," Jiraiya explained with fondness in his voice, "B-san is probably teaching the little guy how to be ninja," the women cooed appropriately.
"Well, he's a hero of heroes," the third woman said, before poking little Naruto on the nose.
"I hope you raise these kids to be kind to the new Kyūbi vessel," the second woman stated sternly, "It wasn't the vessel that killed their parents, you make sure they know that!" the woman then poked Jiraiya in the chest to make sure he got the message. "We should have realized that sooner…" the three women sobered for a moment as their eyes hardened from remorse.
"We won't have to worry about that, none of the kids in the boy's generation are allowed to know what he is," the women perked up and stared at Jiraiya with confusion, but the first woman had a light bulb moment as her eyes widened and her mouth opened, unknowingly she caused the white haired man to envision very inappropriate things.
"They made the new jinchūriki's identity an S-Class secret?" she stated more than asked, regardless, at Jiraiya's nod the women around him moved closer.
"You know, B-san offered to watch them tonight," Jiraiya succeeded in keeping the hopefulness out of his voice. Man was he getting laid tonight, if the body language the women around him were presenting was anything to go off of. He knew taking on the brat and baby would be a good thing.
"Where's that old man?" B exclaimed. His hands were on his knees as he began panting. Damn that little kid was fast, and he was always a step ahead of him. It was as if the brat could read his mind, but B was still a very skilled swordsman to the point that most of his moves were based on instinct, and thus required little to no thought.
Harry for his part stayed in his crouch, his breathing was also labored. His head hurt and he felt drained. Whenever he looked at the man, he could see what the man was planning to do, but at the same time it took his focus away from the fight. Harry often caught himself stumbling as he paid attention to the other's thoughts and not his own surroundings, or he would be slashed by B's sword due to the man's instinctual fighting style. It was so confusing, focusing between the two. When he fought his father's clones he was so focused on his own thoughts he never ventured into the other's mind, in addition, the clones had their own mental defenses.
Wiping, blood, sweat and grime from his face, Harry regarded his opponent, the thoughts rushing him swirled about his mind and made him dizzy. He cast his eyes down from the other's eyes, which quieted the foreign thoughts.
"You're a fast learner," B praised in a nonchalant way, his hand snaked into his flak jacket to pull out his little book. The kid was pretty inspiring; B had several new raps to write down. Most of the new raps circled around not underestimating those smaller and younger than one's self.
"Thank you, Jinchūriki-sama," the boy bowed his head slightly, but his knives were still held up in the defensive manner B taught him. Knives were not swords by any means, but B was still well versed in their uses, not to mention the knives were like swords in the boy's hands. He could easily transfer his knowledge to that of swords when he grew, though at the same time, the boy was deadly with his dual long-knives.
B smirked as he admired his handiwork. He had cut the boy up pretty well despite, the boy's ability to infer his opponents' moves. Alas, B was not the only one to deal damage; the kid had stuck him several times.
Pocketing his rap book, B smirked. He was preparing to make a nice scar that would match the one on the brat's forehead, Harry's eyes widened as the thought came to him.
The cliff edge was behind Harry, and if he over shot his jump backwards he would tumble to his doom, but to move toward the other's blind spot would bring him in the way of the sword. B's smirk fell when his blade made contact with the wide eyed child, and he felt a pain erupt at his side. B blinked uncomprehendingly at the fading image of the brat, which he had his sword through. Harry pulled the knife out of the man's torso and stumbled backward before passing out.
Harry had panicked when he discovered there was no escape available to him. He saw the sword coming and knew he wouldn't get out of the way in time. In desperation he had cast his eyes toward B's side and the world slowed down around him as he moved toward that spot. His mind was still trying to catch up with his body when he found himself at the jinchūriki's side. He completed the Hiraishin and got out of the way of the sword! However, he felt exhausted and only had enough strength to stab B in the side before he succumbed to unconsciousness.
"He's a Namikaze, he's a Namikaze," it was a mantra for B as he stared at the unconscious child. "We don't mess with Namikazes," breathing deeply to stop himself from running to A and talking about the talented six-year-old, B continued his mantra.
After it was clear the kid had exhausted his reserves, B picked Harry up and threw him over his shoulder. The twenty-year-old hoped, for Jiraiya's sake, that the old man was at the hotel when he got there.
"What happened to the brat?" Jiraiya came back to the hotel room minutes after B got there, which made the jinchūriki less inclined to behead him.
"He pulled Blondie's signature move," drawled B as he glared down at the boy. He was still shocked that someone so young could pull that off.
"Again?!" Jiraiya set Naruto down on his blanket, and shook his head, "I'll go to a store and get him something for the headache he's bound to have," B was about to protest but the old man was already gone. It hit B then, what the old man was doing, which resulted in B clenching his jaw and fists.
"You perverted son of bitch!" he was about to run after the now giggling Sannin, but his conscience forced him to stay with the little kids, besides, that blonde baby was looking up at him with the most pitiful look in his vibrant blue eyes. It was like looking down at a stray puppy! It was against his morals to neglect a baby to hunt a certain sage, despite how rewarding that would feel.
B growled at the back of his throat as he flopped onto the couch next to the unconscious six-year-old and pulled out his Rap-Book. With his arms held in front of him and a hard glare directed at the innocent black book, he began to violently scribble onto its pale pages. All the while B mulled over the various ways to maim Jiraiya when the pervert came back home, a thin smile stretched over his face, which caused his eyes to gleam in the harsh electrical light emitting from the ceiling fixtures.
"Where's Jiraiya-sensei?" the little boy had woken up finally, and was now rubbing at his eyes tiredly before he winced at the florescent light of the hotel room.
"Fucking some bimbo," B replied without even thinking who he was speaking to, his gaze was fixed intently at the black book in front of him.
"What's fucking? Is it a jutsu?" the man felt a pressure on his lap, and when he peered over his notebook he found himself staring into large green eyes. Harry's hands were placed on B's thigh to help balance the boy as he stared up at the dark man.
"It's slang for fornication, and though some might say it's astounding, I doubt one would consider it a jutsu," at the boy's clueless expression B just shook his head and moved the kid out of his personal space. Honesty was the best policy, at least in B's book. Besides, it was best the kid new these things now that he was a ninja, especially with such a pervert as his teacher "Do you know how babies are made?"
"They crawl into a woman and she carries them for nine months?" Harry's forehead was furrowed as his head tilted to one side. His lips were pursed slightly in thought. He really did not know, no one would explain how Naruto got inside Uzumaki-san.
B blinked several times with his mouth slightly open. That was an unexpected response. He thought perhaps the boy would say a large bird dropped off the baby, or that the baby came out of a fire. Most children in Kumo were told that lightning struck the ground and a baby was born, so B assumed the Konoha children were told babies came from fire. But babies crawling inside of a woman, where had the child gotten that idea? There was no metaphor with which to work.
Narrowing his gaze, and pursing his lips, B began to drum his fingers against his thigh. … … Maybe he should come at the topic from a different angle.
"Do you know the anatomic differences between men and women?" Harry leaned back slightly from the large man and tilted his head to one side while he recalled his anatomy studies.
"Men have Adam's apples, and our bone density tends to be heavier. Women have a floating rib, lacteal ducts" the boy was going to continue when B held up his hand.
"I meant reproductive organs," Harry's eyes narrowed slightly at the new term.
"Re-repro-ductive?" the six-year-old tired out the new word, uncertain what it meant. There was no such term in his anatomy workbooks.
"What do you urinate with?" B tried a new approach, slightly appalled that a ninja, despite being so young, knew nothing about some of the most sensitive human organs. It was best the boy knew. Hell, men and women have died from infections festering down there.
"Father never explained, he said when I was thirty he would tell me and that little children aren't supposed to know," Harry's brow was slightly furrowed while his bottom lip protruded slightly. He didn't know why his father wouldn't tell him, but he never knew the importance of it either so did not push the subject.
B bit his lip to refrain from laughing but chocked sounds still made it out of his mouth before he was full out laughing. Great the kid had an overprotective father! What was his mother like then, an overbearing shadow? How the hell was this brat traveling with Jiraiya?
"What your father deems unworthy to explain, is a penis. You use it to urinate and ejaculate," B stopped the boy from fully sounding out the new term, "ejaculate," by holding up his hand. "You'll experience that when you're older. But babies are made when a man ejaculates inside of a woman, in other words, through sex"
Harry's brow was furrowed. As he began to open his mouth to ask another question, but B beat him to the punch, "Women have an organ inside of them which allows them to carry babies. The baby starts out as an egg and when a man's ejaculation reaches and breaches the egg, a baby begins to form," B explained slowly. "Women can die very easily when they are pregnant, certain plants and actions can be detrimental to both her health and the baby's health. If you're to become a ninja it's best to know these things, you can use it against your opponent should they be in such a condition.
"In addition, infections develop very easily in those parts of our bodies, and if the infection becomes too severe, we can die. You should know these things as a ninja; you could get yourself killed if you didn't. So, if something doesn't look right with the area around your genitalia you will want to see a healer," Harry let everything B said sink in before he nodded his head slowly but determinedly. The little boy quickly deduced that genitalia must refer to those parts for men and women.
"Thank you Jinchūriki-sama. But why didn't my father tell me those things if it's so important? And sex means more than if you're a boy or girl?" the boys inarticulate words came out in rush as he tried to ask all of his questions. It was still all confusing.
Chuckling, B gave his answer, "Well, usually kids your age don't know how babies are born and it's generally frowned upon if they do know" Harry frowned slightly, then why had B told him? "However, you are a ninja now, and you should know these things. You can even use sex against others," the six-year-old only looked more confused which caused B to shake his head slightly. "Pick up the baby and put on your shoes, I'll show you what I mean." After the boy did so and they began moving through the village via rooftops, B explained the different connotations of 'sex'.
"People use the word "sex" for several things. They use it to explain the act of creating a baby, they use sex to refer to gender or reproductive organs, and…" B paused in his explanation as they came to rooftop overlooking the market. B crouched down and pointed to a boy and girl in the street below. "What do you see?"
Harry cocked his head to one side, this operation felt reminiscent of the first bloodline training he had with his father, but it was much less frightening. "His face is red?" Harry supplied, even though he could hear the boy's thoughts loudly. He was not allowed to elude that he could read minds, Jiraiya-sensei ordered him. Regardless, Harry new the boy did not want to go shopping but the girl in front of him was trying to coerce him into going with her. Despite this the boy kept thinking the girl was 'pretty,' before the boy's thoughts started to turn to something else and made Harry uncomfortable.
The boy quickly pulled out of the other's mind and looked everywhere but at the boy. "Yes. Could you hear their conversation?" B whispered while trying not to pull the young couple's attention to their hiding spot.
"Umm…she wants to go shopping but he doesn't?" B nodded before jabbing the boy lightly with his elbow and gesturing to what was taking place below them. The girl now had her arms wrapped around the boy's neck and she was looking at him from beneath her eyelashes, the blush on the boy's face increased before he conceded to her request.
"Why did he give in?" Harry asked in his childish voice.
"The short answer is sex. Not only are our organs down there sensitive, but teenagers tend to think with them, even adults like your sensei," Harry nodded his understanding, though it was a naïve understanding. "You can manipulate people through attraction, as shinobi we must be able to seduce targets either to extract information or take them out," B looked into green eyes seriously, "For many people, attraction and sex are their biggest weaknesses, and a ninja's greatest advantage. Kunoichi are deadly for many reasons, their appeal is just another tool in their arsenal. You saw how easily that girl was able to manipulate that boy, think what kunoichi are capable of with their male opponents."
"I understand Jinchūriki-sama, but why would my father be afraid of telling me these things? If they're such a great tool why…." Harry trailed off, his earsbegan twitching at the sounds coming from below them.
B stiffened at the first few screams; while Harry's eyes grew wide and he paled.
"Someone's in danger?" Harry asked as a few more drawn out cries were heard. Harry looked down at the rooftop they were still crouched on. Green eyes widened further when he saw his sensei's energy surrounded by three other faint energies. "J-Jiraiya-sensei, h-he's hurting those women!" Harry exclaimed in shock and disgust before looking frantically at B who had his hand clamped firmly over his mouth, but B's body still shook in laughter despite it being silenced.
There was a high pitched gasping scream that caused the six-year-old to jump slightly and rush to the edge of the roof. He was ready to put an end to the torture his sensei was putting those poor women through. However, no sooner did he make his resolve was he pulled against B's white flak jacket.
"You really don't want to interrupt them," B managed before chuckling. "They're…having sex," Harry became very still, his face was white as a sheet while his mouth and eyes were wide open. The next drawn out cry made the boy lurch slightly, as he felt nauseous.
"N-No w-won-wonder f-father n-never explained," Harry couldn't finish his sentence, for he was too scared and disturbed. He turned around and clung tightly to B with Naruto nestled carefully between them.
"Let's get out of here," B whispered. He hoped the boy would not be scarred for life, though it would serve the old pervert right.
As Jiraiya was tossing and turning with the women from earlier today, he couldn't help but feel like something horribly bad was going to happen to him when they came back to Konoha. He shuddered at the thought of a red light being trained on him for hours on end, shit.
A Suivre
A/N:
I personally have never been drunk so I just used my experience with drunks to describe that scene, but I feel like they came off more high than drunk. Also, Does it make sense now, why B explained sex to Harry, he can use it on his missions in the future and what if he got an infection down there and was too ashamed to go to anyone because he didn't know any better? I hope that makes sense. Let me know if this is too mature for Teen rating, I never now, and I felt like I was being overly cautious rating it M. I probably won't update for a while, maybe in March I will have time. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it ~ depressedchildren
