Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Naruto nor do I have any rights or make any money from writing these fic's.
From now on the prompts for this fic that are in each chapter shall appear in the one shot below like normal but just be bold. I won't say what they are but I will put them in bold so they can be seen.
Table 12
"Iruka why do I have to come with you for?" Harry asked with a sigh as he followed Iruka through the streets.
"I'm taking you clothes shopping and then I'm taking shopping for a new bed as you need some more clothes and a real bed," Iruka said with a pointed look causing Harry to gulp nervously, "I know that you only have one shirt in your house Harry and you sleep in a hammock!"
Harry pouted, "But I like sleeping in a hammock and I don't wear shirts often, I normally just wear a simple pair of blue jeans and a jumper."
"Honestly, you're as bad as Naruto with his orange jumpsuit," Iruka groaned out causing Harry to snicker slightly, "But what about shoes? You can't go about bare footed!"
"I only go about bare footed when I'm in my house," Harry said as he looked about the street while following Iruka, "Besides don't you have to ask me how I'm doing today and if I'm busy or... I don't know, how about a simple 'hello' when you suddenly appear in someone's home?"
"Normally yes but not this time," Iruka said with a pointed look, "I didn't appear in your house, I came in through an open window and I did give you a warning, I handed you the paperwork from Tsunade telling you that this would be a mission."
"A mission?" Harry repeated with a snort as he shook his head, "More like you put a pile of strange notes on my desk before dragging me out of my house."
"Well when you're dying and you're on your deathbed you will be thanking me," Iruka said as he looked into the windows of the shops they passed, "Besides I am just doing my job, if you don't like it take it up with the Hokage."
"Doing your job?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, "I thought you were a ninja, what with all that jumping into rooms through an open window, using smoke bombs and all that jazz."
Iruka raised his eyebrow and gave Harry a pointed look, "All that jazz? Being a ninja is nothing like you see in the movies Harry, being a ninja is my occupation, my job."
"I understand," Harry said with a sigh, he had quick fleeting thought of running for it when he spotted Iruka's eyes lingering on dress, "Err... Iruka I thought we were looking for clothes for me?"
"We are," Iruka said as he looked over the soft green dress which had a red rose pattern on it, "You know Harry; this dress would look lovely on your effeminate body type."
Harry blushed madly, "I am not a female! I'm male, how about we just get me a new coat for the winter and be done with it?"
"While I hate shopping and I'd normally agree with you Harry," Iruka said carefully as he continued to drag Harry through the busy streets, "You need a whole new wardrobe; I can see your skin through those bottoms of yours."
"I can't see any holes," Harry said as he poked his baggy jeans with a frown, "They look perfectly alright to me."
"Then you need to take a close look at them again," Iruka commented, "And when we are done shopping we'll go out and get some food."
"But I had just finished eating my breakfast a few moments before you dragged me out of my house," Harry objected before he suddenly realised something, "And no getting me any clothes that Sakura and Ino calls 'Iridescent' style."
"Actually that is a good idea, seeing you in sparkly and glittering clothes would be good for when you go out at night to those clubs that the civilians seem to like so much," Iruka said thoughtfully causing Harry to gulp nervously, "And you will be eating Harry, you need to put on some weight and you need to develop an appetite."
"What is this? Gang up on Harry day?" Harry asked with a small confused look on his face.
"You could say that," Iruka said with a small smile on his face causing Harry to feel all fuzzy inside, "We have all decided that it is time for you to stop acting like a hermit and get a life."
"I do have a life," Harry said with a pout as Iruka gave him a pointed look, "I just get side tracked a lot by all the studying I have to do to learn about Konoha, and I'm finding it hard to work out which hand is my dominate hand for throwing shuriken and I with everything going on I'm just a little forgetful about remembering to eat and sleep at times. If you want I can apologize to everyone who's been worried."
"Harry, we don't need an apology from you we just want you to start taking better care of yourself is all," Iruka said kindly as he spotted the clothes shop he had been looking for, "Now then what do you think about the quaint style for your wardrobe?"
"Err...I don't think so," Harry said as he tried to work out just what the quaint style was, "Can't I just get a few new jeans and jumpers?"
"No Harry, you need a proper wardrobe and you are going to get one," Iruka said with a pointed look causing Harry to hold his hands up in surrender, "I'm going to inspire you, I'm going to kindle that spark within who that worries how you look."
"But I don't like going clothes shopping," Harry pouted as he gave Iruka a begging look, "All of the shop workers in the clothes shops are so immodest that I feel like I'm talking to a big bag of hot air!"
"I don't care Harry, you can't go around looking so bedraggled all the time," Iruka gently scolded as he dragged Harry towards a shop, "Besides you've got an engagement with-"
"Please tell it's not a pile of paperwork," Harry groaned as he allowed Iruka to drag him into the shop, "I never knew there was so much paperwork to do with moving into Konoha."
Iruka gave a knowing smile, "Nope, no paperwork Harry, I'm getting you ready for a date with Kakashi tonight."
"A date? With Kakashi?" Harry repeated with a large goofy on his face, "Why didn't you say so? Come on!"
As Iruka allowed himself to be dragged into the clothes shop he couldn't help but to let an evil smirk show on his face, after all he never told Harry just where Kakashi would be meeting up with them.
Until the next prompt...