Chapter Two: Forward
"How is he?"
Kotetsu frowned, the boy cradled within his arms trying to keep the exposed child warm and protected from the harsh cold winds blew against them. Removing one of his gloves, the Chuunin tilted his hand, placing it upon the young boy's forehead, the frown grew and his eyebrows drew together.
"The kid's burning up, it should be a minor fever. But, I think it would be best for us to find a suitable location for us to get some rest and food." Kotetsu answered, his onyx eyes trained upon the sleeping child. The Chuunin carefully shifted the position in his arms in order to slip the glove back on, a small smile slipped across his face as the young boy buried his head into his chest. Contrary to popular belief, Kotetsu did have a soft spot for kids. As quickly as the smile had appeared it vanished. His eyes moved around the room, a hint of disapproval buried in them.
Hayate frowned, the sword strapped against his back. "What's wrong?"
"..." The Chuunin briefly closed his eyes, ignoring the Jounin and looking towards their Team Captain. "Iruka-Taichou," The emphasis on the word made Iruka blink, suddenly remembering his position. The spiky haired man realized that his friend probably wasn't used to the respect that the title had given to him, so Kotetsu could understand how easily bewildered the scarred man would get, however, now was not the time for that. "With all due respect, Taichou. I highly doubt that the... civilian authorities would be so sympathetic to our plight after witnessing us carrying the kid naked."
Genma snorted, while Hayate looked a bit miffed at being ignored. "Gee, whatEVER gave you that idea Tetsu?" The usually lazy Tokubetsu Jounin remarked dryly, slipping his hands straight into his pocket. He glanced at the kid before letting out a loud and audible sigh. "You are right however, civilian authorities wouldn't understand nor would they be so willing to hear us out. Especially since all of us-err... except Anko of course," The purple haired woman glared at him threateningly. "You know," waving his hand around them. "Men."
Iruka and Izumo exchanged a look, not entirely understanding the point Genma was trying to get across. Raidoh cleared his throat as he spoke up. "What Genma is trying to say, Iruka-taichou-" Pausing as the young Chuunin flamed with embarrassment, a small smile appeared on the normally quiet man's face. "That it wouldn't look good for a naked kid to be carried around with a bunch of guys."
"Then cast a Genjutsu over us ding-dong, can't be that hard!" Anko snapped at them with her eyes narrowed, her tone made it seem like she was talking to a bunch of three year olds. The dango-loving kunoichi crossed her arms and turned to Iruka. "Didn't the scroll say to take him to this Leaky Cauldron place or something?" Her eyebrow raised.
Iruka stared at her. His eyes blinked rapidly until the message sunk in. "Oh right!" The brunette haired man dug straight into his pocket, freezing for a moment looking straight at Genma and Raidou. "You two mind using another Genjutsu?" The reason didn't even need to be explained.
"Right, right. Coming up Iruka-taichou," Genma slurred out with a lazy salute. His jaw stretched out exposing the body of the senbon being held in place by his white shining teeth, turning his back towards the group as Raidou stood beside him. Quickly making the seals necessary for the Genjutsu to be activated.
"Nipou: Hito o Damasuyou na Bijonfuniki! (Ninja Arts: Deceptive Vision Aura!)
The leaves attached the trees were torn off and, as if on a mission, moved straight towards them before twisting and turning in a circular motion, the winds surrounded them in a quick and harsh breeze resembling a gray tornado. It vanished right on the spot, leaving them standing there in a well developed illusion-
"WHAT THE HELL AM I WEARING GENMA YOU ROTTEN BASTARD!"
Well... somewhat well developed anyway.
Iruka turned, as his lips began to twist into almost sadistic... no, a pure and utter vindictive smile as his eyes danced with absolute glee and mirth. There, Mitarashi Anko, feared Jounin through out all of Konoha for her brutal and insane methods, and techniques as well as being the former apprentice and student to the traitor Orochimaru.
Was now currently wearing a long pink skirt with a light blue blouse and a white shirt underneath. The whole thing just screamed girly-girl. One of the very things that Anko hated (other then Orochimaru, of course). The woman's eyes twitched dangerously the killing intent leaked like a faucet her attention fully locked on to her target: Genma.
The lazy senbon chewing man's eyes bugged out as his arms reached out and grabbed Izumo, using him as his personal meat shield. "I have absolutely nothing to do with it, Anko-sama!" His voice strained with a nervous and frightened look on the man's face, ducking behind the equally scared Chuunin. "I have a shield!" He weakly added in his defense.
"Hmmmm..." Kotetsu whom was completely and utterly ignoring the chaotic scene being played before him, looked back towards the direction of the house and then back at the home. The frown seemed etched onto his face permanently from what Iruka could see; though the other man was a bit more optimistic than he was all things considering. "Maybe..." The spiky haired man seemed to be contemplating about something, as the scarred Shinobi decided to act as the team Captain (ignoring the other two and their cries for help) with Raidou and Hayate began discussing the wages for their bets between Genma and Anko. Feeling the pressure, Kotetsu looked over to other man. "Iruka..."
"What's wrong Kotetsu?" Iruka asked concerned.
The man glanced backwards. "I feel a bit bad, leaving the kids stuff there..." If it's still around. Which had been left unsaid, "Was it even wise for us to leave it there without grabbing it?" The weight of the stuff could have hindered the mission, Iruka thought to himself eyeing the other Chuunin. The child's stuff could be very well be just as important too, glancing at the sleeping boy, his brown eyes shifted towards the ground. Was it even their right or duty to leave there in the first place? Then again, it was never included in the mission anyway. Common sense dictated that it would have been obvious to bring it with them while his Shinobi side told him to leave it, and simply bring the boy instead.
"I'llgogetthestuffandI''sgo!" That was all said pretty damn fast and was done too quickly, the man grabbed Raidou by the collar and vanished from site leaving behind two bewildered Chuunins, an amused Jounin, an angry Tokubetsu Jounin and finally worried Chuunin within the wake of the dust cloud.
Hayate, being whom he was had an idea how to lighten up the air. "Well, at least we don't look suspicious anymore."
"...Shut up Hayate. Just... shut up."
Needlessly to say the animalistic family, or the title that Genma happily came up with "The normal freakies" were anything BUT happy to see him arrive much to his oh-so-surprised and 'bewildered' look. However, the family realised that they were not being punished no matter how much the Jounin wanted to carve discipline into their small peanut sized brains, the man realised that not even therapy or any type of Jutsu could ever be use to increase their brain power, it would have been a waste of energy and resources anyway. The team had been mildly surprised to discover the boy only had a trunk, a very small one they noted and filed away for later. It only held several books written in english, some clothes that both too small for the boy AND way too big, with a strange small broom that looked like it had been shrunk. None of them wanted to know why there was a broom in there. Other than that, the kid really didn't have much.
Anko and Iruka were pissed beyond belief and the powerful anger could be felt form miles away, the two sending promises of death and pain towards the house. Genma simply was so happily that the psychotic woman had turned all of her attention towards those that fat whale and that horse-looking wife. He was free. For now.
"Those bastards," She hissed, clutching her hand into a fist. The red lines could be seen within the darkness of the night and her jaw clenched against the night air while sending a dark look into the sky. Anko knew what it was like being forced to endure all of that pain, and that suffering. The memories and images of Orochimaru began to awaken deep in her mind until she shook her head violently. Those bastards didn't deserve to be called people, let alone humans! They were a disgrace to the entire planet.
Iruka shot her a sharp glare. "Anko." His words were cold and sharp like steel.
A stilled air fell over them. Anko and Iruka seemed to be stuck in a standstill while the other's watched with apprehension and wonder.
"...Fine. Whatever." Anko looked way, with a snarl.
Raidoh blinked, as the trunk remained opened and noticed a long thick black stick. He eyed it curiously," I wonder what this is?" He murmured softly, staring at the object with wonder.
"I..." Hayate let out a harsh cough, while blinking at the object tiredly. "I-it's called a wand, the magic people... wizards use them to channel their powers through it." The ill looking man used the nearest tree to support himself falling straight into his coughing fit, much to the group's sympathy.
Genma grinned pervertedly, "A wand, huh? Hehehehehe reminds me of a dil-"
" sentence and. DIE." Iruka growled at him dangerously.
The man instantly held up his arms in defense. "O-of course not, I would never dream of finishing it!" His eye twitched when Raidou's voice ("Oh yes you would") reached his ear only to be shortly followed by ("He'd probably a bit more then just that") Hayate added for his senpai. Quickly rounding on the two furiously," AREN'T YOU TWO SUPPOSED TO ON MY SIDE?"
Raidoh and Hayate looked at one another. Raised eyebrow then looked at Genma, as if he was an idiot. "We value our lives thank you." The two stated in unison with a deadpan tone.
"TRAITORS!" Genma snapped hurtling his hands straight into the air and-
BANG!
The sheer force of the blinding light the emerged was enough to send the lazy Jounin falling straight on to his ass, much to Anko's amusement. The woman let out a vengeful but gleeful cackle, Raidou simply rolled his eyes while turning his attention towards the rather large vehicle in front of them; it had sent of wheels two of them at the front with two at the back. The strange vehicle was painted into deep violet alongside and it had golden painted letters along the side that said: Knight Bus. He turned towards the door as a young man, somewhere in his late teens stepped out wearing a suit in the exactly same colors as the vehicle.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus," The teen's voice was loud but his accent made it rather difficult to decipher. "Emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard just stick out your wand-" He abruptly cut off by Anko, who pushed him out of the way. "Oof, 'choo that for?" He groaned rubbing his arm glaring at the woman until it faltered when the teen found himself at the receiving end of Anko's glares. "I-I m-mean..."
"You mean what exactly, huh kid? C'mon tell I'd like to know what you were doing, boring a beautiful girl like me, huh?" Anko placed her hands on her hips facing the young teen before shoving her off face just a brush away from his. "Don't just sit there, tell me already! or am I going to have to get creative over here?" The tone was playful but with a lingering threat that caused the young boy to pale instantly. Her eyes shimmered brightly in the night. "Huh?"
"That's enough Anko, stop giving the a hard time, he'll have nightmares for the rest of his life." Hayate stated, a small smirk on his face. The poor kid looked too traumatized and frightened to move from the spot he was sitting on, taking the advantage the swordsman walked pass them fully knowing that Anko would probably yell loudly at him later. Turning towards the Jounin and Izumo," Are you two going to sit there or you going to get your asses in gear?"
The two responded with an owlish blink.
"GET MOVING OR ELSE YOU'LL MEET THE END OF MY KUNAI!" Anko shouted at them, finally losing her temper.
Izumo and Genma boarded the Knight Bus post-hate with the trunk. Neither one wished to feel the woman's wrath, Kotetsu climb board not to long after while Iruka helped the young teenager up before following his comrades straight onto the bus. Iruka froze for a moment sense a strange presence as he turned swiftly with a kunai held tightly within his palm, his brown orbs narrowed coldly as they scanned the area behind him; not once moving from the spot backing up straight past the doors of the Knight Bus, watching as the door closed tightly. Placing the kunai back straight into his pouch the Academy instructor turned and stared at surprise to seeing beds, all lined up together. For some reason it reminded of an asylum.
"S-so w-where too?" The man stuttered out his eyes shifted from one of them to the other, fearing for his life.
"The Leaky Cauldron if you don't mind, and I'm sorry for my friend's behavior. She can be quiet difficult to handle-" ("HEY!") Iruka apologized to the bewildered boy, whom nodded star struck. Turning around the Captain of the team looked to see Kotetsu sitting beside the young boy, it sickened the Academy teacher in a way. The smell of blood still remained fresh to his nostrils however the wounds on the boy's body didn't open or spill unnecessary blood for that reason alone, Iruka was glad. The brunette took a seat besides Anko as he felt his muscles relax from being able to occupy this strange vehicle and get the kid to safety, spreading his arms backwards while his leaned his back towards the opposite direction where Izumo and Genma where sitting, far away from the crazed Kunoichi and himself while Hayate stationed himself on the other side of the kid's bed.
Like a kunai rushing towards it's target, Iruka felt the pull of gravity feeling the intense and furious speed. Trying to hold on, the man grabbed on the edge trying not go flying straight into a wall as he turned his head, the Konoha-nin felt his eyes widen. Passing by houses, tress, lampposts-EVERYTHING at a high velocity.
"Ofph!" Genma groaned, rubbing his head. "That hurt..."
Izumo's body began to stretch out like a cat, muscles arched upwards. "G... get off of me Genma..."
"Whoops, sorry."
Iruka sighed, shaking his head. Glancing towards the door as the young teen was helping a woman, garbed in green a "Miss Marsh" if he wasn't mistaken, before allowing his body to prepare for the next impact of speed to pull against him.
Kotetsu continued to watch over the boy not allowing himself to be distracted by the meaningless and somewhat inane scenarios that were being played out through the corner of his eyes, at the moment his main priority was making sure that the kid was safe and sound. Granted, between Izumo and himself, Kotetsu was the funny man. The spiky haired man would slack off every now and then, prank people (to Izumo's amusement and shame) though nothing that couldn't be undone or washed off, but even then the Chuunin knew exactly when and how to be serious when the situation called for it. His eyes flashed for a moment while his throat tightened as memory began to slam against the doors to his mind. For a very brief moment the dark orbs looked over towards Iruka, whom was holding on to the edges of the bed for fear of his life. His lips twitched before looking down at the kid again, watching carefully, Hayate was busy keeping an eye out for the door and windows in case of an enemy attack. Though the chances seemed rather slim to none.
The man didn't fully understand who the kid needed protection from, other than from his family of course. The Chuunin scowled at them, but at least the kid wouldn't be returning there. Not if he knew Iruka well, which Kotetsu knew that he did.
"I wonder how fast we're going," Hayate murmured staring at the window blankly.
Kotestu silently raised an eyebrow at that.
The swordsman, of course, found himself rather content staring at the window and ignoring the silent gesture of his team mate. The frail, ill-looking man couldn't help but feel sympathy towards the young boy that laid deeply in his sleep, being treated like that must have been horrible growing up. Hayate wasn't an idiot, just by observing the reactions of the three animals...no, that was far too kind of a title for them, Hayate decided with a dark nod. They were less than animals, less even than monsters. The man remembered calling them distinctively before evacuating the vacancy, not that Hayate even wanted to stay there; no. Yugao would never forgive if he stayed a minute longer inside the god awful barn of a house, the swordsman thought to himself with wryly. The man was forced to admit that he really had no experience with kids unfortunately, since growing up within the Gekkou Compound the majority of his life was spent either at the Academy training or training at the Dojo learning the necessary family techniques, ritual and proper etiquette. It did explain his rather calm and mature attitude towards people not that anyone knew, Hayate didn't believe it was anyone's business for that matter either.
That didn't stop the swordsman from wondering... thinking, his bored-like gaze rested upon the young sleeping child before him. If he hadn't had a proper family and remained isolated from the rest of the world, with no friends or people to help. Would he have ended up like this child?
Shiranui Genma was lazy ass, that much the man already knew. If anyone asked him if he had a tragic past that made him that way Genma knew that he'd be lying if he said yes. The brunette didn't have a sad or dark past like Anko, Iruka or even the kid that was lying there on the bed. Nope, Genma was just lazy. Pure and simple. However, that didn't mean he was weak or idiotic. No, the man held a strong will backed up with powerful strength and a resourceful mind the problem was that he just didn't feel like exposing them and really as a certain Nara would say it was far "too troublesome" in his opinion. The Tokubetsu Jounin would rather look and watch from the sidelines then to jump straight into the action, unless the situation called for it.
Still analyzating was something that Genma took pride in, and from the information the Tokubetsu Jounin was able to gather and summarize for the kid: A possible Genin. Whether or not the kid would accept and take it was something the man was unsure of, though simply looking at the sleeping raven; Genma was able to tell this: He would be a talented Shinobi. From what the man could sense from the boy, was that he had killer Chakra reserves that slept deep inside of him and if Genma had to classify them; either High Chuunin to Low Jounin level at the very least, and that was impressive for an untrained civilian. (1).
Now, how was he going to convince him to become one?
"Ne, Iruka?" The brunette man looked over towards Izumo, who was staring intensely at him. "Did the mission scroll say anything about why were heading to this Hogwarts place?" The word slipped out of his tongue slowly, tasting it with interest and wonder. The foreign term was strange to the young man," I mean, their had to be a reason why we were requested." And just why they had been sent to retrieving a near, dying boy and also find out who placed the kid there, so Izumo can introduce them to his fist. The Chuunin's eyes flashed red for a moment before it disappeared, the three animals and the kid were related; faintly but it had been there thus the logical conclusion would be that they were cousins. Which was another thing that got Izumo pissed off WHAT kind of family would treat one of their own as if they diseased?
For Izumo, family was everything.
The Chuunin came a clan family, though a minor one at that, family was family. They were close knitted and held together, ready to pick one another up if they had fallen. The Kamizuki clan was known through out Konoha for their open hearts and kindness, though their family jutsus were also held in high regard too. To be abused by a family member was rare, but hardly ever heard of within the Kamizuki, the fact that Izumo had stumbled upon something like this...
It was surreal for him.
"The scroll said that once we get to the Leaky Cauldron, we'd be debriefed further." Iruka answered, breaking the Chuunin out of his thoughts. The tanned man pressed his lips together while his eyebrow knitted together thinking of something. "The scroll did say we'd be split into Teacher and Student-"
"NOT IT!" Anko cried out.
Genma quickly snapped his head towards Iruka. "NOT IT!"
"N...-cough- not i-it!"
..."You didn't even let me finish." Iruka pouted, crossing his arms as the Knight Bus came towards a startling stop. "Anyway, I'm already been asked to be a teacher-"
Genma snorted as he mumbled to Izumo. "As if there was any contest..." Iruka threw a death glare towards him only to receive a happy-go lucky smile in return.
"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted." Iruka shot another glare, Genma still smiled brightly. "We need a way to keep the teams balanced in order to carry out the mission," the man's eyes shifted over them. "But I get carried away, I would like to hear your sentiments before splitting in teams."
Raidou folded his fingers together and leaned forward. "...I don't mind being a teacher," the quiet man murmured, but loud enough for the rest of the team to hear. Glancing towards Iruka," It would allow me to help keep on eye better on the students..." He paused briefly. "And Genma, of course." Raidou added with a smirk on his face, much to Iruka's bemusement.
"HEY!" Genma's cry was ultimately ignored by the majority. Kotetsu titled his head and grinned, turning towards Izumo excitedly. "I wouldn't mind being a teenager again," he told his partner giddily, rubbing his hands together evilly. "Think of all the evil and chaos we can create!"
Izumo's lips twitched fondly, trying to look professional however failing. "Hehehe..." A chuckle escaped all while his eyes gleamed dangerously. The ideas of pranks slowly began to appear within his mind, the echos of the old days appearing. His smile widened menacingly.
Iruka turned his head away from them. "Just leave me out of your pranks!" He grunted darkly, not that he need too. Iruka would be able to counter their pranks with his own, anyway. After all Iruka was, and still is, hailed as the Master of Pranks of Konoha! Naruto, of course being his heir. Turning towards the others," And the rest of you?"
"Eh, since those two are going be going undercover, I'll lend ya a hand Ruka-chan." Anko beamed as the man shot her a glare," After all someone needs to help you keep those kids in tip-top shape!" The sadistic smile slid upon her beautiful features.
"...I suddenly feel sorry for the brats-Hphmm!"
Izumo sighed as he covered the other's mouth. "You talk entirely too much for your own good, Genma-san." Sending Iruka a tired look, Izumo gestured for him to continue.
"So that leaves Hayate and Genma left." Iruka summarized with a nod. Looking over at the ill looking man, biting his lip tightly as he tried to figure out what to say. The Chuunin didn't want to offend the other man by assigning him a role that the swordsman may review as offensive-
"I'll be a teacher."
...Well that was easy enough.
"Are you sure Haya-chan?" Genma asked, looking at the other man with concern.
Hayate gave him a blank look. "Yes." His tone firm and strong. "And don't call me Haya-can, Gen-chan." A side-smirk of victory after witnessing Genma twitch at the nickname.
"Well, if your sure Hayate-san." Iruka began slowly leveling the other man a look. It wasn't that he held any disbelief over the man's ability to act as a teacher or not, in fact Iruka had absolute faith in Hayate's abilities as a teacher. What he was concerned about was Hayate's health first and foremost, being an actually teacher Iruka knew all too well how stressful it could be. The man nearly hit himself for not thinking of bringing along a medic-nin incase of emergency, thus the man was forced to hope that the medical wards would be update with how to treat them and their injuries when it came to it. Pushing the negative thoughts out of his mind, the man nodded his head. "And you Genma?"
The lazy man waved dismissively. "I'll just be a student, that way I can keep an eye on the brats closely."
"Let's just hope you're not looking after the brats, knowing your track record." Raidou remarked not unkindly.
Genma bristled. "Hey! That happened once, and ONLY once!" the man defended himself vehemently, glaring at his friend fiercely.
The other's exchanged a quick look before thinking the same thing: Do we even WANT to know?
Suddenly, the Knight Bus came to a halt when the young teen came over towards them. "The Leaky Cauldron, sirs and miss!" The hint of fear still evident in his voice, eyeing them cautiously.
"Thank you," Iruka said to the teen, whom nodded in return. Turning towards Kotetsu, the spiky haired man already grabbed hold of the unconscious body while Genma and Izumo once again held onto the trunk. Good, the Chuunin thought to himself, as the other three quick maneuvered to form a triangular barrier around them. "Let's move out everyone." His tone low enough for them his team to hear them, as the six of them pilled off the bus without a moment's notice.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAIT!" The young teenager cried out, making them freeze within their place. Iruka noticed how panicked the boy look," You guys forgot to pay, you did!"
...Whoops.
"My 'oss will have me head, he will!" The young man cried out in vain, sweatbeads slipped down his face as he gripped his hair. "Please, at least pay for the ride; it's only fifteen sickles each!" Iruka looked at them, utterly confused to what the hell a sickle was, however the teen thought something entirely different. Following straight to his knees, the let out a blood-chocked cry. "Y...you're all broke..." tears slipped down his eyes now. "That's it. I'm done for!"
Iruka's eyes looked over his team, feeling rather nervous and bad for the kid. Anko, crossed her arms trying to look as if she didn't care, though the woman's eyes told a different story as she gave the young teen a look of pity. Izumo and Raidou gave the kid a small, and nerve racking smile while Kotetsu was busy trying to keep the kid warm from the pouring rain. Genma... well, he didn't really care all that much. Hayate coughed, ignoring everything surrounding him.
"Now, now. There's nothing you need to worry about Stan." A gentle, benevolent tone came that seemed to sooth the air around them. Iruka and his team blinked when they saw a old man, with a small red cap on his head wearing the most bizarre purple and blue robes with golden strips and white stars on them. Pasting by them absolutely obliviously to their incredulous stares, the man smile gently at him pouring some gold coins into the young teenager's hand. "There you go, that should be enough."
The teen didn't bother looking at the coins, his eyes bugged out and jaw unclenched. "Blimey... Professor Dumbledore!"
'So this is Dumbledore Albus,' Iruka mused to himself thoughtfully as he eyed the rather strange clothed man before him. Dumbledore-san oddly reminded him of the Hokage, though did not come off as a warrior type but rather an old respected scholar instead. The Chuunin noted, that he couldn't deny the powerful feel that was vibrating off of the old man either.
Dumbledore turned towards them and smiled jovially. "Ahh, you must be Umino Iruka, correct?"
"Hmmm? Oh ummm... Hai. Anata wa Dumbledore-san desu ne? (You must be Mr. Dumbledore, yes?)" Iruka responded in native tongue, his eyes narrowed confused as the man frowned before pulling out a strange looking stick murmuring under his breath.
The man nodded his head," Please. Once more."
"Huh? Oh, sure-I mean...HUH? I'm speaking english!" Iruka remarked absolutely astounded, noticing the change of languages. His team mates blinked in surprise, realizing that they as well, suddenly found themselves with ability to speak in English. "How am I doing this?"
"A simple translation charm, Mr. Umino, or shall I say Professor Umino." Dumbledore gave him a knowing nod, before gesturing towards the door. His entire body came to a halt when his eyes landed upon the body being held close by Kotetsu moving over towards the two, his eyes widened. "Is that..." His breath nearly lost and found himself utterly speechless. "Harry?"
Kotetsu's eyes instantly narrowed, sharply turning away from the man. "Yeah it is," His reply hard. "He will not be going back there." Better to get the message across now rather then later, the Chuunin thought to himself. His fingers wrapped tight around the child's body, but not enough that it harm or open the wounds.
Dumbledore's eyes meet with Kotetsu's. Neither one were willing to turn away or back down.
"We shall see."
A challenge, Kotetsu realized as they made their way into the Leaky Cauldron, absolutely ignoring the strange stares that they were receiving from the occupants of the bar. Dumbledore led them straight up stairs to what looked like to be a rather secure room, or what may came off as secure to him anyway. Noting the spar bed, Kotetsu gently laid Harry on to the bed watching carefully to make that the Genjutsu was still in place. Whether or not Dumbledore noticed the illusion or not was up to debate but that wasn't something to worry about right now, since this man appeared to be the one to further debrief the rest of their mission. Taking a seat next to Izumo, but close enough towards Harry, he waited carefully to hear what need to be said.
Genma lend towards the side of the door while Anko and Raidoh covered the windows, Hayate stood at the back of Iruka whom was sitting to the chair in front of Dumbledore.
The man eyed them all with a child, or was an adult? like curiosity. "First off, I would like to congratulate all of you on success of your first mission. And I apologize for not giving out more details pertaining to the other have of the mission, but since you were able to pass the first half I will now begin-"
"I apologize for interrupted you Dumbledore-san," Iruka stated cutting the man off while looking widely confused. "What do you exactly mean by pass?"
Dumbledore smiled. But it wasn't pleasant in the least. "You see, those whom wish to have ill-intent towards Harry wouldn't have been able to pass through the wards-" 'wards?' "That is all."
"...Say, we did have ill-intent towards the kid," Genma spoke up, still rather curious to how they were able to 'pass' the first half the mission. His lips curled him as his slouchy stance changed into a professional one. "What would exactly would have happened to us?"
"You would have died." Dumbledore told them flatly. "Your Chakra coils, along with your mind plus your heart would instantly be sent on fire and either driven you insane or causing you to spontaneously combust, or many other gruesome deaths." The Shinobi instantly blanched at that.
"Good to know." Genma stated, his senbon nearly slipping out of his mouth.
Kotetsu wasn't impressed. "I don't see how the wards were helpful," The man chided coldly, shooting a steely look towards Dumbledore. "Those wards didn't protect Harry from those three animals!" Spitting at the man, with absolute disgust. "We found him, stripped of his FUCKING clothing and bleeding to death!" His voice wasn't loud but it was low and cold, "Tell me this Dumbledore-san: How were the wards supposed to protect the kid from his own family?" He watched the man's reaction carefully, and noticed a look of shock appear as the man's eyes flickered towards the sleeping boy. Genuine concern flashed through the man's eyes, Kotetsu considered this a point towards the man's favor.
"B-but how? Surely not..." The man murmured under his breath in disbelief.
Iruka gave Dumbledore a cold look. "I would suggest to stop denying it, Dumbledore-san. We saw it for ourselves, Harry was being treated less then kindly by his relatives." His words didn't hold the sugar-coating or softness that Iruka was know for. "Because of this, Harry is now under our protection. Whether or not he chooses to come to Konoha is up to him."
Dumbledore continued to gap in shock at the words that Iruka and Kotetsu had told him. "I..." thoughts and ideas quickly raced through his head, Harry as a Konoha citizen let alone a Shinobi? Those were both frightening prospects, however if Harry choose to go Dumbledore was unable to stop him. He need a plan, and fast. "See, well then gentlemen and lady," Eyebrows were raised which the wizard simply ignored. "Why don't I continue about the other part of your mission?" Better to steer away from the subject until he could think up a better plan.
Stiff nods all around.
Dumbledore had a feeling that this wouldn't let up. "Recently a mass murder known as Sirius Black as escaped the inescapable wizarding prison called; Azkaban. We have reasons to believe that Black has the intention to seek out and kill Harry for the sake of his fallen Master."
"Fallen Master? You lost me there man," Genma commented.
Dumbledore resisted the urge to sigh before indulging them in the story behind Harry and Voldemort, before following up with the many adventures that had occurred at Hogwarts during Harry's previous years at Hogwarts. Needlessly to say, once again none of the Shinobi were impressed with Dumbledore's view of protection while being somewhat impressed with Harry's skills, inevitably the part where he stabbed a giant FREACKING Basilisk and STILL loved to tell the tale though not that Harry would, want to anyway. From what the information that Iruka was able to gather: Harry was quiet, shy kid that had shit happened to him pretty much every single year. Oddly, it instantly reminded him of Naruto actually though the one thing Iruka thanked was the fact that the blonde boy wasn't being forced to fight evil megalomaniacs that hailed from the dead.
After all Demons existed, why couldn't vengeful spirits?
"So, every year this Volde-whatsits some how penetrates your school's defenses and targets Harry. Only Harry." Kotetsu emphasis upon Harry's name while eyeing Dumbledore, as if he was a giant idiot. The spikey haired man's opinion of the Headmaster was quickly diminishing. He crossed his arms," And you haven't done anything to stop future attacks?" His tone held a warning that seemed to either be ignored by Dumbledore or just never got across as the wizard looked at him with a perplexed stare.
"Why would I change the defenses around the school?" His tone was confused and a bit taken back by the comment. Though an air of arrogance echoed through the ears of the Shinobi present in the room, the man continued as if Kotetsu never asked the question. "Since it seems that Harry needs some help-"
'SOME HELP! What kind of person are you!' Iruka's and Kotetsu's inner parental selves roared angrily, at the easy dismissal on the old goat's part. Couldn't he see that Harry need more just just some help? Was the man truly blind and sure of himself as he seemed to portray.
"With all due respect, sir." Izumo's voice cut in like a whip but his tone was far from being friendly. The white within his eyes slowly began to turn black all while addressing the Headmaster," I believe it be in Harry's favor to transfer him to this... Hogwarts school of yours in order to get him medical attention. Unless, you see a problem with that..." His words trailed off leaving a tense air to fill in the blanks.
Dumbledore blinked at that.
Why hadn't they done that earlier?
It hurt...
It hurt so MUCH!
The sheer electrical jolts that sent through his body sent out the screams of shock to echo straight towards the brain, Harry knew that his Uncle had been less then happy with the inflation of his sister Marge-though in retrospective and vindictiveness, Harry felt utterly justified. Though, the boy cursed himself for placing his wand straight into his trunk. That idiotic move alone, nearly cost him his life. The only good thing that had come out of the matter was being able to save Hedwig, the snowy owl tried to fight off Vernon when the man slammed him against the wall until Harry had to order her flee to the Weasleys. His body had been laying upon the floor god knows how long, not that it mattered anyway.
Harry had sincerely doubted that anyone would be coming for him, any time soon anyway. The bones of his cheeks twitched rather cynically before loosing it's strength and faltering, not that he could move his body. The damage that his Uncle had inflicted upon had taken a new turn.
Being abused. Being hit or whacked with a hard object was something that Harry had grown accustom too since he was a young child, after all he was a 'freak' in their eyes. A monster.
However, Harry knew the truth. They were the monsters, not him; but that didn't stop him from question whether or not they were worth protecting against Voldemort every year. But again and again, being around Hermione and other students were a reminder to how many good people existed in the muggle world, innocence and kind people. Those types of people, the ones that were always worthy protecting. Even then, after the fiasco of Norbert the Dragon incident and the whole 'Heir of Slytherin' rumors that had circled around in the previous two years attending Hogwarts was starting to drive the nail into the screw, questioning the people and their minds. It had hurt, the boy would admit to himself how badly the other students treated him after the two events, people he had once trusted now only seen as fair-weather friends really. Those of two certain people appeared in his mind rather briefly before leaving, not that he had time to think about them.
Harry had to regulate his breathing properly, if he was going to stay alive.
Despite appearances, this wasn't the first time where Vernon had nearly tried to kill him. Harry thought grimly, remembering the winter season of when he was five. Coming home with an aced test, while Dudley had failed utterly miserably.
Some how, Vernon decided it had been Harry's fault for Dudley's failure. Thus decided to do something about it, taking him out straight to the shed and beating the life out of Harry. Vernon hated Harry with all of his fiber and being, but not even he would be so low as to go beyond what the fat man perceived as a simple "beating", not to mention that man was frightened of contaminating his skin by touch Harry anyway.
He remembered that punishment well, wincing as his bones cried out pain again as the tried to move them but to no success. The liquid feeling of his blood spreading through out the floor, the wounds on his body sent signals to warn him of the spilling red liquid.
Harry wondered if that meant that his time was up in this world? His eyes flickered opened briefly for a moment. Being killed by his muggle relatives while Voldemort and his followers never could, it was nearly ironic in a way, thinking to himself as the feeling of his chest rising and settling down told him, maybe... hopefully someone else would take care of Voldemort. It was selfish, Harry knew that. But couldn't he... couldn't he just this once be allowed to be selfish?
His body tingled feeling a strange force gaze over him, before quickly disappearing. The feeling that he had didn't feel malicious or have any ill-intent, but it was familiar either. It was foreign something that didn't exactly hail from England at all, from what he could tell. Not that Harry cared anyway, what was done was done. The very ideal of Hedwig being able to arrive at the Weasley's that fast could neigh improbable, deep within him though was a small glimmer of hope that shined. Praying...yearning for someone, anyone to come-
Loud sounds, the breaking of wood from what Harry could tell.
How long had been since he had been in room? He wasn't sure, what Harry was sure was. Someone had come. His heart skipped a beat for a moment, the glimmer within him began to pulse with energy. Waiting for the savior to come. If he had the energy to blush, he probably would have; for sounding like such a girl.
Another crack was heard, as screams and shrills boomed all through out the house. The rush of foot steps ascending towards the upstairs, the sheer apprehension made the young boy want to move and view the one that had come to save him.
The door opened instantly, as Harry could already feel the cold atmosphere of horror descending upon the person.
A man, whose voiced was accented and spoke in a different language spoke. His tone coated in absolutely horror and strained with disgust, the Harry wondered what was disgusting; the marks and blood or viewing Harry's naked body?
Another man, a different one slid to the floor and spoke very gently to him. "Can you hear me?" The voice asked him, the blurry vision of the man appeared as Harry forced himself to open his eyes: from what Harry could tell the man had spiky hair and a bandage over his nose-"Your going to be okay, alright." The soft reassurance nearly made Harry instantly think of Pomfery for a second. "Tell me where you hurt."
Harry opened his mouth, finding hoarse and dry. Once again, it made him wonder how many days he had gone without food or water. "A...all over..." The man seemed to have said something that he was unable to understand, as the very same one picked him off the floor, as gently as the man seemed able too. Wincing at the sudden physical contact as the man gave him an apologetic look.
"Go to sleep kid." The man told him soothingly, his eyes soft and parental. "We'll be here when you wake up."
Sleep? Yeah...Harry thought to himself as he felt the weight of his eyes beginning to close. 'That sounds like a good idea...'
Darkness claimed him the moment Harry's eyes snapped shut and were held tight. Nonetheless the words and movements did not go unnoticed by Harry as he felt the drops of water touch his naked skin, the coldness did nothing for him to indulge his dreaming, or lack there of really.
Without warning a suddenly pull to his body began to tear him away, with a giant flash of a violent white light. Harry, no long found himself staring and consumed by the dark abyss of his own mind, and stared up at the gigantic obelisk before him.
It both terrified him and intrigued him.
It was a giant, beautiful tree that flourished and stood with pride and strength. The branches were far larger then the ones Harry usually saw, but it wasn't even the branches that caught his attention at all. Nope, but rather was was attached to the trees seemed to mesmerize Harry, unable to tear his eyes away from it. Several giant dials, each coated with it's own symbol and color leered down a upon him but none of them seemed threatening to him but vibrated an essence of kindness, the powerful feel that he was receiving from the dials remained though. Paralyzed...no, the young boy depended as he felt the arm emitting form the giant tree, it wasn't that Harry couldn't move because of fear, no. It was because the was no need for him to move, neither was there a reason for the tree to move closer towards him. The muscles tingled with excitement and wonder while his brain struggled to understand what was happening, all Harry knew that this tree...no, Tree with a capital this time, he told himself firmly was important.
Then, as that thought appeared. A giant eye opened from the trunk. Staring directly at Harry, it's eyes white with tints of emerald green and beautiful strips of blue. A simple circle encased in a diamond laid right in the centre of the eye while spreading across the eye in zigzags.
Harry felt his breathe ran short, and his body stilled.
"Harry Potter." The voice was neither male or female, but was neither kind or malicious either.
"Y... yes..." Harry managed to squeak out.
"Wake. Up."
Harry blinked at that. Not at all expecting to be told to wake up. "I... I'm sorry?"
"Wake up. Wake Up-"
A rough feeling touched his shoulder. "Wake up!"
"Huh, wha-where am I?" Harry's body instantly snapped upwards, the sweat slipping down his forehead while whipping around the room. His eyes filled with shock and a bit frantic until Harry had come to realize that he was in the Hogwarts infirmary.
"Whoa, whoa kid. Take it easy there," A VERY familiar voice told him. "You'll just open up your wounds if you do that." Harry turned, nearly gasping as he saw the bandage man sitting right next to him wearing a soft smile on his face. "Nice to see your awake, kiddo. You had us worried there for a moment," Lending forward as the man's hands gripped Harry's shoulder. "How are you feeling?" The man wore navy, near black, pants with a strange whirlpool like symbol on his pants and arms, while his chest had a green vest and wore a metallic headband with a triangle point being attached the whirlpool insignia.
The boy was a bit surprised by the question, flustering under his gaze while moving his arms and muscles. Ignoring the, now, soft cries and jolts of pain. "I'm alright, thank you sir." It wasn't a lie, but at the same time it wasn't entirely the truth either.
The man raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" His smirk held a bit of amusement, and a glint of evil in them causing Harry to sweatdrop. "If you don't mind then," slapping the boy's back and watched as Harry struggling to prevent a cry of pain and flinched. "You don't seem entirely fine to me," Sighing. "Oh well, it's a guy thing. We gotta act tough, right?" Winking at the kid, the man blinked. "Whoops, sorry forgot to introduce myself. Name's Kotetsu. Kotetsu Hagane, one of your bodyguards this year."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Bodyguards...?" His tone was defensive.
"He~eey ease there, kid." Kotetsu began, trying to avert the kid away from the whole 'I can look after myself' tirade," That's now what I'm here for. Yes, I'll admit I've, along with my team, have been asked to protect you from that guy Sirius Black that's apparently trying to kill you." Harry didn't even look surprised at that, Kotetsu gave him a point at that. "Not surprised?"
Harry gave him a deadpan look. "It's been a long few days, and I've just woken up. I'll probably be stunned once everything settles into my brain, no worries." The idea of bodyguards didn't exactly suit well with him, Harry didn't want anything to bad happen to them if he could prevent it. "Ummm...-"
Kotetsu gave Harry a critical look. "I was able to remove you from your relatives place." The word 'relative' was filled with coldness and disgust. "You will never be going back, that much I can promise you there. None of us will let you go back."
"...But..." Was it true? Could they really take him away from the Dursley's? "What about Dumbledore?"
"I'm not going to lie to you, kiddo. You look like a smart kid," Kotetsu began slowly, leaning on the back of the chair. "So I'm going to tell you everything, well nearly everything. So just listen, my group is what you call Shinobi which are basically Ninja, we carry out mission to our clients. We hail from the Hidden Village of the Leaf or Konohagakure no Sato in proper Japanese. Many kids young and roughly around the same age, chose to enter the Academy to become Shinobi, some train in martial arts, others strange in Ninjutsu basically thinking magic combat, others in Genjutsu which are basically illusions. There are those that taken on other types of roles such as Medic-Nins or even Weapon Masters."
Harry stared at him. Hard. "Shinobi... Ninja..." biting his lip and eyeing Kotetsu uncertainly. "You kill." It wasn't an accusation, but more of a statement-question really.
"...Yes. We do kill." The man admitted truthfully, his onyx eyes trained on Harry. "We kill because we have people we want to protect, we kill to ensure their survival. No one in Konoha kills just because they initially feel like killing people. But at the same time, not only Shinobi are actively out on the field, Medic-nins and other types of Shinobi remain the Village; helping and aiding the rest of the village in anyway it can." Pausing and gazed at Harry deeply," I don't have to say, but you already know what I'm going to ask aren't you?"
The boy didn't answer, but instead steered his attention towards the wall. Shinobi...kill... his body had stiffened at that, Harry had no wish to harm anyone. But at the same time, a Medic-Nin. it sounded much like a doctor really, helping people and other Shinobi really, however the boy he would entirely fooling himself if he honestly thought about living a killing-free life. It was stupid self-pressing ignorance, Voldemort would never stop hunting him and, Harry sincerely doubt that his followers would simply stop trying to harm other, innocent people as well. This man, Kotetsu Hagane, there were no lies within his tone that much was certain from what Harry was able to tell simply by looking at him was how sincere and experienced he was being out on the field. The man's hands were most likely stained with blood, then again so were Harry's.
The raven haired boy had to admit, never once did he actually ever think about becoming a doctor or even being a magical one at that. But, for some odd reason, a Medic-nin somehow caught his attention. The very word slipped off his tongue, as if it was trying to challenge Harry. Entice him, by providing a challenge that seemed willing to mock him openly. There was also the fact, no matter how childish and fearful it may sound, Harry didn't necessarily have to be on the front lines.
Maybe... maybe by becoming a Shinobi, not only could help people but also finally be himself.
Green eyes meet with onyx ones.
"I'll help you."
First off I want to say, Thank you to everyone who review this. To be honest, I actually thought this would be a hit and miss. I'm glad to see how wrong I was! I will try to keep this going, original and entertaining as much as possible!
(1) Also, Harry is NOT a Jinchuuriki. Get it out of your heads please, Naruto has High Chuunin to High Jounin Chakra levels without the Kyuubi, why can't Harry and other people?
*Note: Regarding Izumo's eyes. Watch the Shippuuden omake 81, or 85. You'll understand once seeing it.
Infinitechange: I'm glad you like the beginning so far, and I apologize on not making the characteristics not being written in depth, I will try to correct that in the future chapters..
CatgirlKitesune: Well I always that that Magic and Chakra were the same thing, but Chakra is when magic is being used through a more physical sense. Since essentially, magic and Chakra are both energy and life force.
Bronze Star: I feel your pain, my writing and grammar do need a brush up. And thanks!
Twilightsirius: Hehehehehe... just read and see.
Officer Dibble: The pairings will be revealed later. So please be patient until then. I always thought that Harry would succeed in mainly Ninjutsu, Fuuinjutsu or Taijutsu. Genjutsu... I think it depends on the situation and what year he starts learning to be a Shinobi. And I already have a Genjutsu specialist already lined up.
917brat: I personally think that a medical-nin could honestly fit Harry too, that or a ANBU-nin for some odd reason... dunno why. A mix... why did I not think of that before? hehe, well we'll see, if that does happen I want to let you know in advance that it was your idea and thank you for coming up with it. It may or may not happen.
mione the kneazle: I'm glad that someone agrees with me, I never understood why anyone would send Genin to protect someone, if it was a 'C' Rank I can understand but an 'B' to 'A' Rank Mission? Yeah, no. Iruka's my favorite character, not even going to lie. As for teacher Anko... hehehe, just wait and see. As I can see it, Magic and Chakra are the same, but just used in different manners. I don't really think it's too late for Harry to learn Chakra excersies (Hint, hint!). I'll do my best not to go overboard with the bashing!
Dark Neko 4000: You'll have to continue reading to find out. As for Hermione, keep reading.
ElementalFallenStar: Alright, thanks you! And I'll make sure to write the bashing, realistically as possible.
Deviously Ruined Rose: It's alright, it's the thought that counts ^^. Sorry I should have elaborate further on that, by a 'Minato Clone' I might a similar fighting style. And thank for the review, and yes it did help thank you.
alibandi: I don't necessarily think Harry is weaker then a normal man, but rather stronger due to his abused past. Because of it, Harry can with stand pain and last long in a fight though due to his starvation, I don't down that Harry is a bit on disadvantage when it comes to strength. And thanks for the vote as well.
Anna241: Thank you! *Eyes go wide* Y-you mean I'm not the ONLY one who hates that? Can we be friends? I'm not going to lie: I have NEVER liked Sasuke, they really should have given his screen time to Tenten, the manga/anime would have been a lot better but that's my own opinion. and plus she needs it anyway :D. I will do my best with Ron, I however make no promises. If this story does end up as a Healer! Harry story, I will do my best to make it as kickass as possible -salutes-
Silvermane1: Thanks, glad you like it.
Anabellia Hyuuga: yeah... that seems to be my biggest flaw, I have difficulty proof-reading my writing only months later do I actually notice the mistakes. That's why I asked for a beta, lol. As for who Harry is paired with, just be patient. That's all I'm going to say.
yue14121990: Thank you for your input!
PyromaniacBlackWings: Thanks, I appreciate it opinion. Yeah, I understand I'll try to write better in the future; promise. And once again, thank you, for the vote and for the betaing offer.
Hoshi-tachi: I was learning towards with Tsunade or Minato, mainly due to their similar personalities and characteristics or coming up with a new type of style. But I think these would have fit rather nicely for him. Again, Harry and Naruto's pairings will be revealed later on, just be patient. Also thanks for the betaing offer!
webpixie: I'm insanely bias for side-characters, they never get the attention that they need. Example, Tenten. If you read the first chapter I always stated that where Genma went Raidou was sure to follow, thus why he is there. Thanks for the input for Harry's route!
Kirallie: Glad you love Iruka, and yes Hayate and Iruka. I read a one-shot about it and fell in love with it, as the Chuunin Exams. I'm keeping my mouth shut. I have plans for Sasuke, big plans. I explained why Iruka never thought to bring a medic-nin, it happens.
RazielCullen3: Thanks! I'm glad that you like it! I'll try to divulge into more describing the future.
Red Jeanie: To me personally, Harry came off as a very shy individual that just need a push forward but DO agree with you about him not wanting attention. I honestly think being a medic-nin would best suit him, since he could fade straight into the background. Any Jutsu, even a simple one, could be insanely powerful and dangerous, if it is stacked upon, improved, used, and shaped into the person's own technique.
dragnsheart8261920: I like Harry as a medic-nin as well, if I do choose for Luna and Gaara to be paired together I have a very funny scene already waiting to be written down. Kakashi, I already have some ideas about what to do with him already. As for Sakura, you'll see.
PhoenixfromtheFlame: Thanks! I usually try and come up with new ideas, steer clear from constantly used cliches... I'm reserving my comment on that one. Awww, thank you :D. Thanks for the offer for betaing!
Regarding Naruto and Harry's pairings; please don't ask. I have several ideas, and so please in the mean time be patient. Once again, I'm asking for constructive critisizm for my reviews! Just to let you all know in advance, this coming week is going to be a bit rough for me, so I probably won't be updating but then again who knows? Until text time.
Male! Tsunade: 9
Clone! Minato: zero.
Others:
Tsunade Route with Ninjutsu and Genjutsu: 1
Tsunade Route with Seals: 3
Tsuande Route with Seals and Runes: 1