Mission: Hoguwatsu
A Naruto & Harry Potter Crossover
By: GoldenDragonClouds

Chapter 8: Making Up and Make-up

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Previously in Mission: Hoguwatsu

"Now see here, Akimbo-san, I do dearly hope you haven't told anyone else, because if you did, I'd be forced to kill you for the sake of my village." Drawing inspiration from Anko, Tenten licked her kunai for effect and laughed, watching Uchi turn white.

"If you're a Japanese pureblood, I'm sure you've realized what I am by now, correct? I'm sure you've heard of the great Konohagakure among the Elemental Nations… our nice little Special Administrative Region in the South China Sea… ne?"

It turned out that Uchi had told someone about his theories - someone who was, in fact, of her own house - and had contacted him about her identity that very night.

Early next morning found an irritated Tenten attempting to push Shoma Ichikawa away from her person, both Ravenclaws shouting at each other in rapid Japanese.

Tenten had, still shaken from the events that had transpired the previous day, risen from bed early in order to meditate in the Common Room before a hectic day. Unfortunately, she hadn't expected to be ambushed by an overly excited thirteen-year-old boy.

"You're a shinobi, right?" Shoma had exclaimed in Japanese, peering at her face much too closely for her comfort. Before Tenten could say anything he had pulled away, marveling at her.

"I've always wanted to meet a shinobi!" he said, then stopped himself, frowning. "Well I guess you would be a kunoichi, being a girl and all. What's it like? Do you really have shinobi clans? What clan are you from? You're from Konohagakure, right? Ooh! Can I see your forehead protector?"

Tenten had calmly, well, as calmly as she could, explained that yes, she was a kunoichi, yes, there were shinobi clans, no, she did not belong in a clan, and yes, she was from Konoha. She then flatly denied his request to see her forehead protector.

"But why?" Shoma had whined. "Isn't it your proof of identification(1)?"

"Kind of," Tenten had replied, still wary of this boy who had turned out to have a personality not unlike Lee's. "But we have ninja registration numbers as well, so our leaders can keep track of our missions."

"Sooo," Shoma lengthened the word, instantly putting Tenten on alert. What was he about to ask her? "What's your mission here?"

Tenten snapped at the younger student, internally berating herself for already saying too much. "And why should I tell you that? You are a stranger of a different country. You have no authorization over any of my actions, and seeing as the information about my identity passed between you and Akimo-san this quickly, I should rather be more careful about what I say in front of you just in case my identity is exposed because of you. I don't know how much information I am allowed to disclose and that is that."

Tenten pushed past the momentarily stunned Shoma, heading towards the exit and down the winding staircase for breakfast. Shoma followed her, and they reached the doors of the Great Hall just as a blonde Slytherin girl walked out, a tabby cat closely following her steps. Tenten blinked. Maybe she should be getting a pet of her own.

"What's it like in Konoha?" Shoma sat down across Tenten to ask. Tenten gave him a brief glare for interrupting her thoughts, but he continued, ignoring it. "I've always heard stories about it… Is it true there are wars and battles all the time there?"

Tenten felt a huge relief that Shoma was speaking in Japanese - for reasons of both privacy and comfort. She sighed, rubbing her temples. Shoma was lucky she'd managed to grab a mug of soothing tea before he'd showed up in front of her again.

"I've already told you; I'm not really sure how much information I'm allowed to disclose." she said. "Obviously Konoha's history is only known in the magical state of Japan, so if you were a civilian you wouldn't know at all… but… what did you learn about the Elemental Nations?"

"Oh lots of things!" Shoma's face was brimming with excitement. "Do you have any kunai or shuriken with you? Or any explosive tags? Or even better… your forehead protector?"

The way Shoma was staring at her highly resembled the way Konohamaru begged Naruto to play with him… or the way Naruto begged for a bowl of ramen. With big, shiny eyes. This made her laugh despite of her situation, although she couldn't figure out for the sake of her why he would so eagerly want to see a forehead protector, of all things.

"Um. Why do you want to see it so much? It's just a piece of metal on cloth…"

Someone suddenly slammed a book on the Ravenclaw table, startling the two of them. Tenten looked up to find Cho glaring at her.

"Tenten!" she scolded, "Speak in English! If you keep speaking in Japanese how are you going to improve?"

The few people at the Great Hall this early in the morning craned their necks to look over at them. Tenten silently noted that the group she met on the train was among these curious people. She also noted that, while as Cho ranted on the others looked away to go back to their own conversations, the famous Boy-Who-Lived kept glancing over at Cho. Much like Lee or Naruto would do for Sakura, or how Hinata would do for Naruto… or how Kiba would do for Hinata… they had a very weird love cycle among the former Konoha 11.

"Are you even listening to me?" Cho exclaimed, exasperated, and Tenten nodded absently.

"I show you later, Shoma." she said. She could hear Cho's sigh.

"It's I'll show you later, Tenten."

"Yes, Cho-sama," Tenten muttered under her breath, and Shoma chuckled.

Cho huffed and sat down next to Marietta, soon being pulled into a conversation on - it seemed like it was on baking scones, this morning.

"You know she was just worried about you," Shoma remarked, switching back to Japanese, as he and Tenten finished their breakfasts.

"What?" Tenten asked, startled.

"I heard her telling her friends yesterday how weird it was that you were so silent since dinner. They were actually wondering if they should wake you up and bring you chocolates to cure your depression." Shoma said in a thoughtful tone. He took a bite out of a scone. "I'd try to be nice to her if I were you."

Tenten raised her eyebrow as she collected her bag and stood, ready to leave. "And I should be taking advice from a thirteen year old boy why?"

"Because I'm a Ravenclaw, that's why." Shoma laughed as they both walked away from the table, and she briefly turned to roll her eyes at him.

Well. He did have a point.

Tenten walked out of the library briskly, one Cedric Diggory hot on her heels. She had been in a better mood - she had managed to reconcile with Cho and her friends and had earned Ravenclaw house five points for correctly performing the silencing charm first - until she had run into Cedric in the library. Despite having sought him out the night before, Tenten froze at the thought of talking to the boy she had exposed her secret to again and had hightailed out of the library.

Unfortunately, he had spotted her. And had longer legs than her. And she couldn't afford to blow her cover once more with this guy.

And so she waited for the inevitable.

Cedric tapped on her shoulder and Tenten turned around, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"I'm sorry!" he blurted out before she could say anything, and she blinked, mouth halfway open.

"What?" she asked in Japanese before her mind could process the situation. Oh. Wait. She repeated her question in English.

Cedric sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. "Cho asked me to apologize," he said. "She said you cried after yesterday's free period - I'm sorry about the… hell thing."

Tenten suddenly felt a surge of murderous feelings towards the fifth year Ravenclaw.

"You are apologize because Cho ask?" she ground out, momentarily forgetting that she had ruined her cover because of the boy in front of her to instead imagine what ways of maiming she would like to use to torture his girlfriend. No one got away with telling anyone about her... being weak. No one.

Cedric immediately took it the wrong way. "I uh, I was sorry myself… I am sorry myself! I would have apologized either way if she hadn't asked me to and after you ran like that yesterday… and you told me you… killed four people and I - of course I didn't tell anyone but… I shouldn't have been so hasty in my judgment and I should have noticed your aversion to my prior conclusion before I stated my reasons -"

Tenten cut him off, his words having caught her ear beforehand. "Say again?" she said, staring at him.

"Um. I should have noticed your aversion…"

"No! Before!"

"I shouldn't have been hasty in…"

"No, no, before!"

"I didn't tell anyone about what you said?"

Tenten hadn't felt so relieved ever since her Genin team had been made Chunin as a whole group just several months ago. Taking a quick look around to make sure nobody was near, she jumped up and hugged Cedric tightly, only letting go of him to thank him repeatedly for not telling anyone. Cedric remained highly confused and amused for the duration of her expression of heartfelt gratitude, until he saw the tears in her eyes.

"Did it really mean that much to you?" Cedric asked as she averted her eyes. He frowned when she didn't answer. Shit, she was being weak again. "Come on," he said, grasping her shoulders and steering her towards the staircase. "Let's get outside. The air by the Lake should help calm you, somewhat."

They talked throughout the rest of the free period about meaningless things, Cedric never straying to ask anything too personal and Tenten fishing everything she could out of the Hufflepuff prefect. By the end of the period Cedric had discovered that Tenten was here for a job and that she had two best friends back at home, and Tenten had wheedled out from him everything Cedric knew about the British Wizarding Government and had double checked her knowledge on currency and blood status terms. But to the eyes of anyone else their conversation was about anything but the British Wizarding World, and the rumour vine flew quickly here at Hogwarts. Cho was beaming by lunchtime.

"Well I can't have you two avoiding each other all the time, can I?" she told Tenten as they made their way towards their next class. "I wouldn't have been able to stand that."

Tenten sat next to Uchi in Arithmancy.

Early next dawn Tenten was ambushed in bed by the girls of Ravenclaw House. Kind of. Unbeknownst to them, the girls were really lucky that Tenten was not only a light sleeper but also someone used to waking up instantly for trading watch-post shifts in the middle of the night. They were also very lucky that their ambush was as good as a group of Academy Students', or bloodshed might have followed their attempted surprise and drag-out-of-bed mission.

As it was, Tenten had already been sitting up, (pretending to be) rubbing her eyes, when all the girls of Ravenclaw House tore open her bed curtains on Saturday morning. Most of the girls visibly deflated, but Cho only snapped into action.

"Good, you're awake," she had said, and a flurry of motion later Tenten found herself on a stool facing the bathroom counter and mirror.

It was very interesting, what magic could do. Besides the spells and enchantments they learned in the classroom there were myriads of other spells, jinxes, hexes, and even curses that one could learn, whether it be from books or from observing others. And at this moment, the girls of the Ravenclaw house trying to teach Tenten simple beautification spells, horrified to learn that she still applied her make-up by hand when Cho had informed them of this "atrocity."

Tenten had attempted to refuse, but Marietta had pushed her back down onto the bathroom stool, saying, "It isn't as if you can't do magic back home; we all know you're a pureblood."

Tenten couldn't really say anything after that.

The only person that seemed to feel any bad for her was a seventh year girl, but even she only smiled apologetically before proceeding to show Tenten how to lengthen one's eyelashes. Tenten looked in the mirror as the spell successfully created the desired affect. Perhaps this could prove useful.

She quickly regretted saying just that.

A week later, Tenten sat down to write a report to Tsunade while Cho took her potions essay to revise. The popular Chinese girl was muttering under her breath about Tenten having the facts all right yet the grammar all wrong - Tenten ignored her most diligently.

Last time, after the fiasco with Cedric, Cho had insisted on checking her Divinations homework, had taken up a quill and red ink, and had made sure to correct even the most minute details on the roll of parchment. It took Tenten two hours to rewrite that paper.

Cho had long ago deemed Tenten's level of knowledge on the different subjects she was taking "sufficient enough for a Ravenclaw," yet made sure to correct her grammar every time she spoke or wrote. Frankly, it was extremely annoying. Tenten herself had dismissed grammar as inconsequential and was definitely not interested in spending any time looking at books on boring grammar, which also was probably why Cho was so annoyed at her at the moment.

'Mission Status Report:' she wrote, quill scratching on parchment. 'Report to Godaime Hokage Tsunade by Tenten, ninja registration code: 012573, ninja rank: Chunin. Mission: Hoguwatsu.'

Tenten scowled at her quill. Among other things, one of the hardest things that she had to have learned was writing with that… thing. She had been forced to learn English calligraphy in order to avoid ink blotches on her essays, and it was fortunate she had so much practice in creating storage seals - flowing characters of writing were easier to master rather than the block letters she had used in her first week or so of learning English writing, and now Tenten found that writing with a quill was easier than she originally thought it was.

But as of the moment, it was difficult to write Japanese characters with this thing. She discreetly reached inside her bag for a scroll and unsealed a tiny jar of ready-made calligraphy ink and a small brush - a pencil just wouldn't cut it for a mission report and honestly she needed to practice her brushwork as well. She unscrewed the cap of the ink jar, dipped her brush in, ignoring the curious looks from her housemates in the common room, and started to write.

'Although mission has officially started, the champion for the Three-Wizard Tournament has not been selected yet. Have assimilated into school society. In the entire school there are around twenty students of Asian descent-including Indian subcontinent. Two are of Japanese ancestry and are closely related. Have confirmed they will not speak of Elemental S.A.R. with anyone. Classes have started -unique but learning much.'

Tenten paused to dip her brush back into the jar. She picked it up again.

'Not sure how exactly mission will run. Year Five consists of exams called O.W.L. - extremely important for British wizards and witches for societal terms.'Flying (riding) broom' is common form of transport - very fast, very effective. Not sure if should learn. Popular game derived,called Quidditch. Wizarding Japan participates in international tournament. Have also learned the magical appliance of make-up.Much faster, more effective, cleaner, and easier.Could most likely be put into use easily for missions such as infiltration and seduction. Meeting with Dumbudoru in six days. Next report one month. Will have more information then. End status report.'

Tenten wrote her signature and drew a leaf symbol next to it, then placed the parchment on a nearby table to leave to dry. Only Shoma could read the Japanese characters and even then he would only see a casual letter home. the Chunin code was useful at such times.

Speaking of Shoma - the boy had just bounded into the room with a stack of books in his arms.

"Mum sent me the books!" he said excitedly. He had sent a letter to his parents a few days ago asking for their books about the Elemental Nations. A moment of pause later Shoma spoke again, this time in Japanese. "I think she thinks it's weird that I want to read these so suddenly, but she sent all of them! She probably thinks it's for pleasure reading. The trip nearly killed Sakura though…" Sakura was his mother's owl. "She's probably at the Owlry now, but I should give her a letter before she goes back to Mum."

Tenten nodded absentmindedly, eyes already running over the titles of the books Shoma had brought. All of them were in Japanese, Will of Fire be praised(2). All You Need To Know About the Elemental Nations. A History of Kumogakure: The City of Lightning. Shinobi of the Hidden Continent. The Uchiha and the Senju: The Legendary Rival Clans of Konohagakure. She would seriously have to go over these books sometime to see what the outside world knew about...

"Oh, and by the way, Mum wants to meet you."

Tenten's thoughts screeched to a halt and she snapped up her head to look sharply at Shoma.

"What?"

OMAKE:

"Uchi, how much do you know about Konoha?"

"Everything up to a year and a half ago, when Uchiha Sasuke abandoned the village."

"…what? No. Wait. No. How?"

"Because… I AM UCHIHA SASUKE! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

A quick jyuuken-imitative strike to the temple resulted in an unconscious teenage boy, and Tenten quickly hefted him up, using a quick succession of shunshin to reach Dumbledore's office without being detected in no time at all.

A glare and a show of kunai was enough to make the gargoyle jump aside and Tenten raced up the moving staircase (they should really get these in Konoha, she thought) to barge into the Headmaster's office, causing said Headmaster to choke on the lemon drop he had been thoughtfully sucking on.

"Emergency situation. No more mission. I'm going home. Now."

.::..::..::..::And that, dear readers, is how I will not end this fic because that would be a bit too cliché and boring.::..::..::..::.

I love how flexible these characters are…

(1) I really don't know about this either, but it seems to be that a lot of identification, especially at border gates, is done through forehead protector…
(2) Shikamaru and Asuma believed in the Will of Fire - I don't see why Tenten shouldn't. It was either that or Flames of Youth be praised, and honestly, no.

Author's Note:

Have you ever met a Japanese person with a British accent? I have. She goes to my school and is in my grade, and every time I see her my brain starts nagging me to update this story. In fact, she's partly where I got this inspiration from, because I thought it'd be hilarious if the Naruto Abridged series had been fully done in faux British accents- I say this without any intention to insult the British! (Or people of any other nationality for that matter but…) You English, Scottish, Irish, and Welsh people are awesome! I'm just some Korean American girl… There are way too many of us.
No offense to the other Korean Americans out there. I'm just saying.
Oh. And I'm really pretty hyped up about Shippuden episode 237 that's supposed to come out on Thursday. About time for a Tenten-centric episode for once!
Also, I promise the action will pick up starting next chapter. Stay tuned! ;)

Reviews are love!

Ja Ne,
~Golden