Title: Samurai Scramble!
Author: ForeverFox13
Disclaimer-San: Fox doesn't own Rorouni (sp?) kenshin or HP
Rating: ...giggle...
Pairing: Kenshin/Harry...*giggle*
A/N: I have only read book one of Rorouni Kenshin so I am sorry for any inaccuracies *bows* please forgive me!
Dedication to: Wrath of the Heavens
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Uno: Oh Crap!
Harry was having a fine day, he had an absolutely wonderful time with the Dursley's be...
Who was he kidding his day had gone to shit the moment he woke up.
And not only that he was being ignored by his Best mate and barely talked to Hermione.
It was to much he grew up getting almost no love so he craved no, needed it when he arrived at Hogwarts. He made friends with what he immediately assumed where friend material, not that he knew exactly what friend material was anyways. And when his name came out of the cup. Poof! No positive attention and the Wizarding world almost ending up with a nearly insane Harry Potter.
And then came Luna with her cryptic words, crazy phrases and radishes. And in Luna he found a friend and a solution.
The plan he had was good ...for his standards, (than again they were never very high) he just needed Hermione's time turner, a prophecy orb (whatever that was) and more time sand.
OooooooO
He had the turner (with Mione's Reluctant somewhat denying approval) now all he needed was the extra sand so instead of being sent a few hours he could go back days.
OoooooO
He was covered by his invisibility
Cloak and smirked as his hand came in contact with the precious time sand hanging from his waist that he retrieved from the surprising and estranged Potter vaults.
The ritual needed a prophecy orb
Any would do as long as it cooperated with his aura.
He walked into the prophecy room
and walked around the shelves and almost screamed out in frustration. None of them would glow!
Finally around isle 777 auspicious, yes. But he was desperate.
The orb itself was on an old pedestal decorated with glittering iridescent scales and dragons a sword in each claw.
The orb was glowing incredibly bright. And whispered words in another language which from the telly he assumed was probably Japanese.
He sensed the man before he heard him and started to panic grabbing the orb he fled down the isles and gaped as he tripped the orb and time turner flying through the air both hitting the ground and giving of a heart stopping *chik-kik!*
"Crap" Harry had to work fast unhooking the time sand from his waist he started to gather the cracked orb which started to leak silvery mist and put it in a centre of the runes he had made with the sand.
Finally the time turner had a small chip on the hour glass portion but it still seemed to work. From what the incessant glittering seemed to say.
He put it around his neck and took out his wand.
Desperation seemed to leak out of every pore. Grabbing the spell book from his pack he read the words quietly not registering the whole page only the spell.
"To change my fate I set thee back. time has been unkind, turn back the flow and send me down, but in the end it flows back in the right" (pretend this is in Latin...because I am lazy)
The first part was done as he stepped into the middle next to the orb.
"A prophecy to change it all"
He tapped the leaking orb. With his wand.
"A will the trigger to morph" Harry allowed himself a small grin as red and silver smoke wafted. He knew whoever was in the prophecy room had started to speed toward him.
"And a stranger in desperate need" Harry wasn't so sure about this part of the ritual but he had to risk it and assumed it would land him at around the time period the whole Voldemort vs. Harry fiasco started.
The smoke had wrapped around his form slowly until all the was visible was his head.
"HARRY?!"
And the last thing he knew was the desperate voice of Severus Snape.
OoooooooO
Himura Kenshin was having a rather good day. The weather was nice (even though he had no idea where he was) and he had a nice nap, and no one was there to pester him about being the Hitōkiri Batōusai.
That is until someone randomly and quite literately fell onto his lap.
Shocked wasn't quite the right word for what he was currently feeling.
He wrapped his arm around the boy? He wasn't sure quite yet. And laid him on the ground and started to dust himself of.
"Ore, why does this stuff happen to me?!" He whined out loud. Then sighed deeply.
He had to do something with...the Boy? Girl? Couldn't quite tell, he leaned down next to the form of the...boy! Ok he at least had the gender.
The boys hair was dark quite like the night sky but when the sun hit it a red sheen appeared, he was pale with wired muscle that gave the impression of someone who ran... A lot. A tight shirt that clung to a thin form, a very nice form something whispered in The back of his mind, and just as clinging pants. And full lips with a aristocratic face but foreign from the shape of his Emerald Eyes he noted absently...wait Emerald?
And that is how Himura Kenshin found himself traveling with a boy who didn't speak Japanese, and simultaneously trying to avoid the magical fire spouting stick of doom.
OooooooO
2 weeks later:
Harry grumbled under his breath, that idiotic petulant Kenshin brat was almost on his last nerve. Was this how Snape felt? He took back all those things he had said about the potions master.
The ritual had gone, without a doubt horribly, incredibly wrong.
He had ended up in japan. That in on itself wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact, He was a couple of HUNDRED BLOODY YEARS IN THE PAST.
he snarled at the samurai's yes legitimate samurai's back and went back to his sulking.
And what really annoyed him was that he kept feeling something pinching his arse. The red haired samurai himself didn't seem the type...
Harry looked up suspiciously at the taller man who just smiled down at him completely and utterly oblivious. Maybe? He took in the mans smiling scarred face ...nah!
He didn't notice Kenshin's eyes change or the smirk that curled on his face.
A minute later
"ECK!" Harry yelped, and rubbed his arse. "Daijōbu?" [1] His companion asked in {faked} worry.
"Grrr, I'm fine"
OoooooO
10:00 A.M.
Number 12 Grimmuald place
The Order of Flying Fried Chicken:
The Order was in absolute chaos, the portrait of lady black screeched while Molly Weasley screeched back at it Tonks was covered in feathers while the twin snickered In the background Remus attempted to get Padfoot off the chandelier and mad eye kept throwing hexes at a screeching and bursting angry Hedwig.
And that was the scene Albus Perceivel Wulfric Brian Dumbledore came too after a day full of worry.
The old man cast a sonorous and yelled. "ORDER!"
In a quick flash everyone went quiet and settled.
"ahem! My friends today is a sad day for us...we have lost our saviour!"
Suddenly the chaos started up again screams where heard and what Albus assumed was Ginny screaming about her future Potter babies...
"QUIET! Let me finish we have lost Harry to Father Time! But from what I have read of the ritual..there is a way to bring him back!"
And like a boss Albus Dumbledore walked out of the room stroking his beard electric yellow robes with forest green vertical stripes billowing.
*silence*
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Harry felt accomplished...slightly.
He had learned enough Japanese to have inane conversations with his travel buddy and found out the Idiot knew English perfectly! He was just screwing with him! That sent Harry into a sulking spree until the Hitōkiri had enough of the silence and apologised.
Life on the road with Kenshin was...peculiar to say the least, learning the strange art of manipulating other men and women probably wouldn't have been on his mind back in Hogwarts, Or having a nickname/bounty on his head...it would have been called refreshing of it wasn't for the fact that he was currently tied up with this purple haired woman giving them some kind of love tirade devoted to his samurai companion.
Finally Harry's mind went to another place as he stared at the walls while the woman went on and on.
The house, he supposed was nice if it weren't for the various blood spatters and animal carcasses tacked to the wall.
"Listen!"
His attention quickly snapped back to the insane lady. Did she actually speak true blue not a skewed English? (That rhymes!)
"Who are you?" The lady snapped in his native language. Though heavily accented.
"My name happens to be Harry please use it." Avada kedavra eyes glared at her.
Himura smirked and shifted away.
"you know he is volatile right?" Harry pointedly looked at Kenshin.
"No! My love is Gentle not-not like you! English bastard!" The purple bitch screamed.
And those were the last words she uttered in the world of the living.
Her head rolled to the British wizards feet, eyes wide with dulled shock.
His red haired companion flicked the Katana cleaning it and quickly put it back into its ornate scabbard.
"Told you!" Harry whispered at the corpse as he was cut free.
He patted himself down and flicked nonexistent dust of his shoulder and stretched languidly.
"You know she really needed a bloody house keeper..." He said out loud to himself.
Kenshin smiled, not quite understanding. "Ore? This one thinks she needed a cleaner minus the blood" he slung his arm around the other mans shoulders.
"It's a Phra- grrrr why do I even try?"
Kenshin though started to frown inwardly, it was hard to get close to the boy who ended up being very oblivious and always taking that fancy stick of his and waving it around constantly, at first he thought it was some kind of coping mechanism or had sentimental value but than he saw the sheer destruction the raven could cause with it...and to him. did you know he had something that could castrate a man, he saw it in use once when Harry got kidnapped and nearly molested. He did not want to be on the wrong end of the stick of doom.
"Maybe you should show him in a more physical way... Without the wrong type of stick being in the way"
And the annoying voice was again back and niggling at Him.
"Well, you like him and so do I and we both know he would be fine with it...after I'm done with him of course"
He would have blushed at the thought if it wasn't for his self control and nearly tripped. Remembering the time he stumbled in on a...very hormonal Hari.
"Go on..." He said hesitantly. "I knew you would see it my way!" The voice purred happily.
Harry walked around the house and entered the kitchen slowly preparing a meal and thinking back on his life at Hogwarts...maybe it was better this way. He had his own life now no boy who lived or the magical version of a messiah crap. Just him, his slightly less than acceptable record and his Bi-polar samurai friend Himura Kenshin.
Going back to said bipolar samurai we see him now his regular warm purple eyes dilated and entering the kitchen slowly.
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"Ore? This one thinks that Hari-Sama has to much clothes on" He muttered under his breath.
"Hmmm? Didn't catch that" The shorter dark-haired man suddenly gaped at the arms wrapped around his waist.
And his eyes only went wider when he was pushed onto the counter a bloody Erection pressing onto the small of his back.
"I said you have to many clothes on" gold eyes stared salaciously back at him filled with lust.
Harry's eyes narrowed, The Kenshin he knew had purple eyes not gold.
He struggled against the stranger behind him but only gave a lewd moan as said erection went lower than he intended it to.
He was flipped over, back grating painfully on the counter the red haired man grinned down at him rougishly. The samurai's clothes had started to slip off Harry's slowly being shed with it.
After a long few minutes of struggling and grinding The wizard sighed wrapping his hands around the mans neck and simply went with it. Maybe he would come to his senses? He shivered as his neck was licked gold eyes dominating his vision when sharp teeth nipped at his throat.
Gold eyes looked down at him as the long pale fingers slowly played with his right nipple. It stood erect a vibrant pink and twisted painfully and gently smoothed it down in a Mock form of gentleness Leaning down to seal his lips against his lovers to muffle the moan.
If anything the Batōusai swore it was Hari's first, with how quickly he responded to the lightest of touches.
The emerald eyed teen wrapped his legs around the others waist and moulded himself onto
The others torso and cried out when Kenshin bit his lip and unlike before smashed his mouth against the British mans, their teeth clacked as he forced his tongue into Harry's mouth and fought for dominance. The warm cavern was mapped and memorised for a later date, Mere moments later Kenshin won and came up for air and grinned at the debauched teen under him.
"Ore? You look tired...maybe I should stop" sarcasm dripped of his words. His scarred face twisted into a smile at Hari's vehement disapproval.
"Maybe I could undo this" Harry's zipper suddenly came down his pants with it while a large warm hand suddenly grabbed his painfully erect dick and twisted it playfully.
"Or this" he purred leaning down and taking it into his mouth.
He hummed in approval at Harry's Loud groan and breathless pants that rushed all the blood straight down.
He hauled himself up letting the teens penis slide out if his mouth.
Harry whined at the loss and tugged at the long red hair and was abruptly stopped as his arms were pinned down and squirmed up against the taller mans crotch trying to get free.
Emerald eyes narrowed as once again he struggled and got one hand free and finally the other watching as Himura frowned but nodded to himself, couldn't have his "companion" have all the fun now could he?
He slid his pants farther down slowly and flicked them away along with his underwear and smirked at his partners hypnotised look. Guiding the mans hand closer to his mouth he gave special attention to each finger he sucked and licked promising those actions to be performed on something much more desirable.
With a wet pop, Himura watched his finger exit swollen lips slick with saliva.
Harry led the hand down his back until it was between his arse and slowly pushed the one finger in groaning out loud as the finger disappeared into the pink hole and rocking back until he sat down nearly to the knuckle.
And kept rocking back and forth fucking himself on Kenshin's hand Himura's pulled his fingers out, a cruel glint In his gold eyes at the needy whine and without preparation rammed three fingers in and slowly pumped in and out at a fast pace.
"Neh! Faster!" Harry screamed.
Himura got the gist but simply retracted his fingers leaving Harry whining and squirming back unto his hand.
He gabbed hold of the wizards dick and tightened his grip a smug smile on his face as it stood to attention and let his own hakama fall to the floor.
Harry gaped though his eyes showed honest curiosity at the size and giggled as he pulled at it and curiously licked the slit. A load groan came from the older mans mouth.
Another euphoric giggle escaped him...was he actually on a sex high?
He shrugged and played with his own dick as he licked the samurai and hummed at the taste, it was like how the red head smelled of, blood and a summer afternoon. He bobbed his head and deep throated the long appendage as far as he could. Kenshin gaped and started to grip his black hair painfully and pumped himself into Harry's mouth with a yell.
Himura extracted himself eyes hazy, Harry frowned he wasn't done yet...
He pulled himself up and led the samurai past the dead woman and into the bedroom pushing him down to the futon and straddled him enjoying the once again reddening cock.
Kenshin's hand met his hips as he led the dick in the puckered hole the initial pain quickly turning to pleasure as he was once again under the older man and moaning loudly.
"Go faster, you B-BASTARD!"
The grin he received when he let out a yell as his prostate was hit. The samurai realised this and aimed for the bundle of nerves.
The redhead kept at his high speed.
The teen felt the hot curling in his stomach and after the last thrust cried out and came.
Kenshin felt the hole tightening and came with a growl inside him.
Harry screamed Kenshin's name as the man finally collapsed on top of him and panted.
OooooooO
Harry awoke with a start searing pain shooting up his back and hissed glaring at the sleeping man
Next to him. Hell if he was letting the tall man Into his bed...or kitchen countertop...ever again.
He got up and kept sulking rummaging his bag for clothing before pulling out a rather oversized black yukata and slipped it on.
Lifting himself of the bed he groaned when he felt arms wrap around him...it seemed Kenshin was back to himself now.
Harry was just about to hit the man over his head. Much to his relief the samurai was still half asleep.
Huh, that witch (he gave his sincerest apologies to all witches) had a nice place,
Magenta wallpaper printed with light pink lotuses. Cherry wood floors, the whole house was high quality. From the Looks of it she was probably a noble.
They were so getting in trouble for that.
OooooooO
Dumbledore had every right to panic, whatever ritual Harry used was not documented in any of the conventional tomes.
So like every sensible eccentric panicking old man. He went immediately to the books with a little more bite.
After several hours of attempting to open the Tome of Times Past (TM) as it preferred to be called sentient books were such drama queens a yelp came from him. He meant kings...drama kings.
The book finally opened after he confessed that he was searching for Harry. There goes five hours of his life.
His bearded grin widened at the spell and right next to it...guess go on guess...that's right! A counter spell!
"Time right, time's flight...
OooooooooO
Kenshin had a bad habit...a very bad one...and he knew it and embraced it. His hand slowly crept down to Harry's hakama under the table and rubbed his upper thigh, a feral grin appeared on his face when he felt the growing bulge against his hand.
Harry's face was a tomato red as Kenshin stoically worked on his pants...in the eatery that they were stuck in until the rain let up.
The hakama let up with a Quiet pip as the pale hand quickly swept in only for Harry's hand to stop him where he was.
"Not now Kenshin!"
OooooooO
The order was amazed as they stared at the ritual circle
The circle flashed seven times a neon green and scarlet red before exploding into a flash of light.
And when the light faded out of existence there in the middle of the circle was a red headed man a large scar marring his face and his shirt hanging of his waist showing off rather impressive abdominal muscles, and in his arms was the beloved saviour waving his wand and shooting a rather strong jinx to which the man simply tilted his head and let it hit the wall behind them.
"You Teme! I told you not to do that in there in front of so many people Baka!" Harry screamed.
"Hari..." The man responded pointedly staring at them.
"And they were all staring seriously!"
"Hari"
"And some actually had the gall to laugh!"
"Hari!"
"WHAT?!"
Harry followed his stare. "Shit..." And then Molly exploded.
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Wow this was surprisingly long.
A/N: I'm sorry this came so late really I am, its just with school and so many classes I barely have time anymore!
Thank you to all my reviewers and any readers I love you all!
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