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Peter Pan really belongs to J.M. Barry sorry...

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Chapter seven: The Players assemble!

The blaring hot sun, fell upon the rich green treetops like droplets of liquid fire. At the absolute center of Neverland's forest, the Lost Boy's tree houses sparkled like white towers amongst the lush trees. The homes of Peter Pan and his friends had seen a drastic increase in size, the Boy's numbers spiked. This was Pan's golden age, and it was only the beginning of greatness. Since the arrival of Rufeio twenty more youths had arrived. Only four young men, had the power equal to Peter and Rufeio. Together they could complete the strange fate that lingered in the air. All of the heroes came for their own reasons.

The first to come was Danny. Danny was a cocky young lad with platinum blond hair and sea-grey eyes. His light hair was wild and swept from his forehead to jaw. He had an air of wealth, but he always kept the boy's laughing with his dry humor. Danny's reason for coming to the Lost Boys was plain. He had wanted equals to speak to. Danny had been rich, only in money, material, and comfort. In family, however he was extremely lacking. Danny's mother had always been busy with party events, while his father had worked all day. The cunning eight year old had been stuck in a large manor without friends his own age, just a servant. He and Peter would joke all day to many a Lost Boys expense.

The next boy to come about was Slightly. He was also blonde, but it was as if each strand was streaked with pure sunlight. Slightly was a loud mouth, and was always hungry. His tough put up or shut up attitude gained him popularity quickly. His best friend was Rufeio. Slightly had seen Rufeio be whisked to Neverland one week before coming himself. He still remembered, well parts of it at least.

'Slightly had been shunned by his whole village, though he did not know why. He had been born with an unquenchable curiosity, guts, and pranks. It had been like any normal day. He had been wandering the village, looking for places where he would not be sneered at. He ended up at the old Uchilla district. He had heard raised voices and ran toward them, just out of impulse. He arrived in time to see one of his peers, the popular one, fly up into the sky. Slightly had stared for a full minute before running off to his home, which was in the slums. When he arrived to his small run down apartment he began wishing with all his might, that he could follow the raven-haired boy. It took a few days but he learn, but the chosen one prevailed.

He arrived, even though it was of sheer force of will. Slightly arrived in Neverland with a snarl that rippled the air nearest. His blond hair stood in harsh jagged points. His once blue eyes had become red and slitted, his pupil becoming cat-like. Neverland seemed not able to take in his poisoned energy. It spun around Naruto Uzumaki in nine main tendrils, encircling with violence that shook the forest. The nine lines of polluted energy came to rest at the boy's tail bone. His blood mixed with chakra, giving it a sickening red hue. Neverland withdrew into itself, giving into the presence of the ultimate natural disaster.

All of this was witnessed by a tall handsome youth, with black hair streaked with maroon. He had been training in the most isolated spot in Neverland, the Dense Wood, when he heard a shrill ripping shriek. Not a beat had passed before the beast had burst through. His eyes were wild and calculating. Just seeing Naruto arriving had activated Sasuke's Sharingan. Feline bloody eyes met double comma red. For a moment they stared. As suddenly as this fox had appeared, harsh lines began spreading across Naruto's cheeks. He snarled in defiance.

Sasuke had stepped forward, struck by a sudden thought.

"Let's be friends..."

Sasuke's voice was nothing short of hypnotic. Naruto's eyes were wide and glazed as Sasuke's Sharingan spun in a tantalizing dance. Deep within himself a battle was being fought. The fox inside was squirming under the gaze of the Uchilla's kekki-genki. The fox's deep eyes were all seeing and all knowing, an ancient and powerful god. The Uchilla's gaze was unwavering. The large beast's nine tails streaked and blurred in the low light of Naruto's mind. The beat of the air around the fox was deafening. The bars that restrained the demon normally had began to melt and smoke. Sasuke's frame quivered. His comma eyes spun faster than even the demon could follow. The fox roared with the last of its energy, it's struggle was futile, the Sharingan had captured it.

Naruto's sky blue eyes had snapped open with a start. Standing next to him was Rufeio, eyes back to a normal black His arms were crossed, his tunic not a bit ruffled or dirty.

"You're a thin one...."

Rufeio said, his pale lips were stretched in a light smirk.

"What's your name?"

The blonde boy with parallel linear scars thought for a moment. Then muttered quietly.

"Well, I am really hungry and thin... You can call me Slighty."

The third Lost Boy is an odd case. Nibs, he had renamed himself, due to his extreme snacking habits, he was also called the 'Nibbler' by Peter and Danny. Nibs was very tall, as tall as Rufeio, and twice as skinny. Orange freckles were sprinkled across his dirty nose. His eyes were a kind periwinkle, but gained a fire when provoked. His notorious short fuse was famous even among the creatures of Neverland. Nibs' fierce loyalty to Pan had made him an idol to the younger boys. He, Peter, and Danny ruled the main beaches, making them their hangouts. They were the very essence of a group of friends, each boy playing a role.

Nibs had been a loved child, the only unkindness done to him were pranks by his older brothers. His life was many children's dreams, until his younger sister had gone missing. His mother had tried to play it off for a long while, but she had

finally confessed to Nibs' father, that Ginny had gone to a place called Neverland. Nibs had been eavesdropping from the stair and ran all the way to the attic. Ron Weasley's eight year old mind could barely comprehend what he had just heard. He had never thought of Neverland, all he knew was that his sister was gone and he would do anything to get her back. As seemed to be happening a lot lately, Ron wished with his entire consciousness and he popped out of his bedroom, and right into the dense forest.

The forth Lost Boy came to Neverland almost immediately after Nibs. He completed Pan's inner circle.

'In the same general area where Ron/Nibs had just disappeared from, another boy sat crying at his window. Neville Longbottom was a bit chubby, with sandy brown hair and kind eyes. His uncle had just tried another stunt to get him to display magic. Of course Neville had crumpled under the pressure, like every year on his birthday. However, something massive had changed this time. He felt such a crushing depression that he wanted to run as far away as humanly possible. His small shaking hand moved toward the pockets of his trousers. His fingers slipped into a velvety drawstring bag, and grasped a small gobblestone, hard. Just as his sanity began slipping, Neville hit soft ground. The small marble in his hand stayed back in Britain, with a chunk of Neville's memory. When Neville came to he didn't know who or where he was.

A voice crept into his straining ears.

"Yeah, Peter we found another, I know two in the same hour!"

"Take me to him."

Peter's soft, yet excited voice seemed like smooth iron to woozy Neville. Just the hint of maturity mixed with the firmness of leadership, and the grace of humor.

"What's your name chap?"

Peter said with a calming grin, Neville just stared.

"I think I lost my mables, I'm going mad."

Neville waved and whispered

"Tootles...." and dropped like a rock. The boy's plump fist was still waving goodbye well after he was awake.

Peter laughed.

"Nice to meet you Toodles."

End Chapter 7.

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