Sorry if Edward seems OOC, but I haven't watched or read FMA in ages, and I've been reading a lot of other mangas, so the main characters might be all mixed up into Edward. :) Anyway, I got so impatient cuz I only got 3 hits so far. And no anythings yet. But I guess that's to be expected with less than one day up and only a little over 500 words. So here's the 11,000+ chap! :) By the way, if anybody's got any ideas for another title, I'll be happy to hear them out. And, my dad's already made me start writing the fantasy story XP Yuck.
"English when there's in Konoha, Japanese in Europe"
Colonel Mustang wasn't doing much…hell he never did that much. Really, even when he was fighting, all he had to do was snap his fingers...unless it was raining…in which case he'll be useless. No…actually, he'd be worse than that. A lot worse than that actually. He'd be a hassle to everybody. He'd forget about his weakness and Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye would have to trip him and shoot whoever Mustang was aiming at. Or whoever was the enemy, usually the same person. Too much work, really, to take care of him. So either way, he didn't do much when fighting. Either snapping or getting tripped by someone several ranks lower than he was. Ouch. That's gotta leave a big bruise on Mustang's big ego. His pride too, no pun intended.
And then there was paperwork…that death of all Colonels, Brigadier Generals, Generals, and whoever else you could think of. Those dreaded stacks a mile high waiting to be read and signed. Yes, truly the killer of all people. And Colonel Mustang always happened to be the unlucky one. Whenever he finally finished one large stack, he'd drop his pen, lean back and rest. Only to find Breda and Hawkeye holding more stacks for him to sign. Which is exactly why on one late August afternoon, Mustang was looking through a stack of mail. Much, much easier than to signing…those…damn...bastard…papers.
IF you asked him, which nobody suggests as you will just get burnt to a crisp for mentioning the word 'paperwork', he'll say that he swears that all those who write those forms are devils or are homunculi and deserved to be killed. Actually…the homunculi part is true, but another reason to kill the Furher, so everybody's happy right? Well probably not King Bradley, but who cares about him? He'll also say that everybody in the military agrees with him. Not that anyone will even bother to disagree. But then again, it kind of helps that he always has his ignition gloves on when he asks someone. Unless that person would like to be a human french fry. Maybe that'll taste good.
Mustang felt a shudder all of a sudden. It seemed like someone had mentioned the word paperwork. He looked up. Hm, nobody in the vicinity, except Havoc who was talking to the mailman…er mail woman or mail girl? Either way she was HOT.
Note to self: steal the hot mailwoman from Havoc as soon as he gets a first date. Better get back to the mail before Hawkeye comes in with…with…the dreaded things. Bills…bills…a love letter…another love letter…and another one…and a request from General Hakuro to turn in those papers that were due a month ago…he'll get back to that one. Maybe.
Probably.
Hopefully.
Eventually.
Never.
Another note from General Hakuro to turn in the mission report due a week ago. Hmm, there was still time. He'd get back to that one. Maybe
Probably.
Hopefully.
Eventually.
Never.
Mustang shook his head. What an odd feeling he just got. Déjà vu. He went back to the stack of mail in his hands.
And would you look at that! Another four love letters all from that girl at the flower shop. What was her name…was it…no, no, that's not right…ah, oh well. He better cut off the relationship soon or else she'll get clingy…whoever she was. And a note from a friend that wasn't Hughes gushing about Elysia and/or Gracia. FINALLY! Something that wasn't business related. He slit it open with his thumb only to find stuff to do with…work. He cursed silently. Why was it that if you were in the military, everything you did had to be related to WORK? Thankfully, he was an all-new type of military officer. Combining work with the chance to see hot girls, not that there was many in the military. But at least if you were in the military, you could go out and say you were going on a solo job looking for clues when you were scoping for hot babes.
He read the letter again. Well that wasn't fair. Fullmetal gets what he's looking for?! Well maybe if he went along with Fullmetal, he'd be able to get away from those dreaded things. Paperwork.
But that led him to another question. Why on earth had he joined the military? To spend some quality time with papers that he wanted to tear up and burn up? Or at least why he didn't just quit now. All he does all day is do horrible, horrible paperwork leading him to have hand cramps every stinkin' day.
"Fullmetal, come in here!" Mustang yelled.
The door was shoved open to reveal an abnormally small…umm, I meant an abnormally tall teenager. Behind him was an abnormally large tin can…er, I mean a regular sized suit of armor. Who, next to the 'tall' teenager seemed like a giant! Seriously, he was like a full three feet taller than the shrimp! Uhhh, never mind about the shrimp part, I meant giant. Just in case Edward happens to read this, and track me down. Lord knows what he'll do to me. He might make me as short as he was!
Edward sneezed.
"What now, Colonel Bastard?" Edward asked…well grumbled actually. The look was ruined by the fact he was rubbing his nose. Oh lord, another thing he has on me.
"Brother, you should be nicer to Colonel Mustang," the Alphonse sighed. To tell the truth, he was already much too used to Edward's attitude, and just said it out of habit.
"Hmf." Edward sniffed. Both from the sneeze that he got from me and from being defiant to Alphonse.
"I've got a solid lead to the Philosopher's Stone-" Mustang started.
"Really?! Where? Wait…this better not be another one of those wild goose chases you've given me," Edward changed from being excited to doubtful in a matter of seconds like the way only he could.
"It's not a wild goose chase, hence the word solid. It's at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft-" Mustang started again.
"Witchcraft? Isn't that like magic? Which doesn't EXIST?" Edward cut off the colonel again. This time it was from doubtful to angry. Really, who did Mustang think he was, giving him all this rubbish information? Oh right…his superior.
"Fullmetal! Listen to me before interrupting!" Mustang snapped, not his fingers, thank goodness. Edward's lucky; he won't be turned into a human french fry. "Now, as I was saying, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And yes, magic does exist. I would know, I've been there was I was a teenager. Anyway, you'll be posing as a first year, as you have had no previous magic experience. You'll fit the height requirements too." Mustang smirked. Now he remembered why he decided not to quit the military. It was too much fun torturing little old Edward. Or at least calling him shrimp, small, pipsqueak and any other word that came to his mind that meant small.
Edward's vein throbbed as he shouted, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MICRO CHIBI?"
Oh yeah, he couldn't forget chibi.
"You, I don't see anyone else I can barely see. Anyway you'll be a first year, but you've already trained as an alchemist at out Military Academy. I'll go with you as a Professor if you need any help, and knowing the type of trouble you get in, you'll need it. Oh, and Al can't go with you." Oh lord, oh lord, Mustang'll be dead now. Forbidding Al from going with him. Tsk tsk tsk.
"WHAT?!" Edward screeched.
"This is an uncover job, And Al is too conspicuous too be allowed to go."
"Al always comes with me though!" Edward yelled.
"Not this time, you'll be in a castle filled with teenagers. How do you think it'll look if there's a seven-feet tall suit of armor with you?" Mustang said.
"Just say that it's a habit like we usually do," Edward countered.
"It's already hard enough to hide your automail, but what do you think will happen if somebody finds out that Al doesn't have a body?" Mustang asked.
Edward thought for a minute, before finally giving in.
"Fine!" he grumbled. "But Al has to be able to visit, right?"
"Yes, there will be some breaks during the school year where there will be less students. Al can pretend to be your Uncle or something and wears armor as protection during the Ishballan revolt and wears it now as he is used to it. You don't need to know anything more. You might accidentally let things slip. Oh and by the way, we'll be pretending you're a half-blood, a person with wizard and Muggle blood. Muggle is a person with no magic abilities."
"Ok, sheesh," Edward grumbled, still upset about the fact Al wasn't allowed.
"I'll take you to get the supplies tomorrow. Oh and Hughes went with me, but he never really caught on to magic, so he gave up," Mustang said looking through the letter to make sure there was a supplies list. He didn't want to get caught trying to remember the first-years list from nearly two decades ago. He glanced upward and saw Edward with his mouth gaping open, like a bewildered fish.
Hmmm, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that yet…?
"Hughes too?!" He finally managed to sputter out. Edward thought for a while. That would make sense…kinda…sorta…not really. Well actually it does make sense. How else would he be able to take that many pictures? It's just not humanly possible.
"Yes, don't tell anybody, nobody would like hearing there are two wizards and a witch in the military," Mustang said, shooing Edward out the door. Edward did go out side, but not without a healthy large slam of the door using his right hand. That resulted in a quivering of the walls, shaking of pictures and certificates hung on the walls, and Mustang nearly losing his balance.
"So he's going to Hogwarts too," Hawkeye sighed. She used a cloth to rub her gun free of any smudges it might have gotten. It was practically a warning sign to Mustang not to mess with her any time in the next fifteen minutes. She likes to take her time.
"Yes, I remember when I was there all those years ago," Mustang laughed, "Potter's son should be going to Hogwarts this year too…"
"I know he was one of your best friends, but that was a long time ago, Smoke(1)" Hawkeye said.
"Haha, I haven't been called that name in a while," Mustang laughed sadly.
"I know it's hard, but you have to move on. One thing you can move on to is to that large stack of paperwork you've got sitting on your desk, and if you don't finish those by tomorrow, you'll be the one a long time ago."
"Yes ma'am," Mustang said, in mock salute. He turned slowly…very slowly. He faced the paperwork. It stared back at him. Wait, no, he was just hallucinating or dreaming…or both. Papers can't stare…could they?
From outside, a gunshot could be heard and a large yelp before the loud scratching of a pen scribbling something furiously.
Meanwhile, outside the two Elric brothers were talking to each other about this new assignment.
"I swear, it's another one of Mustang's wild goose chase," Edward grumbled. He stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"Well this must be some valuable goose if Mustang's going along with you," Alphonse said.
"Hmf, I bet he just wants to check out all the girls there," Edward sniffed.
"Brother, don't talk about him like that," Alphonse sighed. Really, his brother was way too much.
"But he made you stay back here in Central," Edward said.
"He also gave me permission to look through the library though," Alphonse defended. "Even if the Hogwarts stone is a fake, or it's just another useless clue, maybe I can find something in the library. Or another way to get our bodies back, without killing anybody."
Edward sighed. There was no argument about that. Alphonse staying behind did save time if the stone was a fake. But it would waste time if the stone was a real one.
"Fine, but you better not get into anything dangerous," Edward warned.
"Wow, brother you sound like me for once," Alphonse said. "And you better not do anything rash. It's hard enough keeping you alive when you have to face Winry's wrench, and don't you forget to tell her that you're going to Hogwarts."
"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid," Edward said laughed.
Alphonse sighed. Yes his brother was that stupid.
In the Hokage tower, there were eight shinobi plus a ticked off Hokage and her assistant, and a perverted Sannin. Naruto was being Naruto. Sakura was eyeing Naruto carefully, just to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. Shikamaru was saying how troublesome this was. Temari was whacking him for saying that. Neji was glaring at Naruto because Hinata like him. Tsunade was rubbing her temples. Shizune was laughing nervously behind Tsunade holding Ton-Ton. Jiraiya was giggling pervertedly, inwardly rooting for a cat fight between Sakura and Ino. Needless to say, it was cramped in there.
Tsunade was ticked. Very very ticked. Here she was, wanting to get a nice big bottle of sake and sleep on her desk. Well maybe not one big bottle, more like a dozen, maybe two dozen. Either way, she wanted some sake and to sleep. But nooooo, Jiaraiya just had to come and bring information that Orochimaru figured out a way to become immortal. And the worst part of it was that if Orochimaru was going to be there...so was Sasuke. Which made her have to deal with Naruto and his 'I'll get Sasuke back if it's the last thing I do!' ideas. It probably would be the last thing he did. She sighed. The shinobi in her office were making too much noise. One of her veins bulged.
"SHUT UP YOU GUYS!" Tsunade finally cracked. Her fist went down on the desk causing it to break under the weight and collapse. "...Whoops."
"Tsunade baa-chan, why are we here, and it's so stuffy in here," Naruto asked fully aware that he was pushing Tsunade to her limits. Well maybe not fully aware. More like one percent aware. Ok, maybe like not aware at all.
"IF YOU LET ME EXPLAIN, YOU MIGHT KNOW!" Tsunade roared.
Naruto whimpered as did a majority of the shinobi in the room. They felt a distinctive killing aura.
"I have information of a stone, the Philosopher's Stone. It can turn metal in to gold and make someone immortal," Tsunade said bracing herself for Naruto's reaction. The room was silent, or at least for half a second. After that half second, there was a loud burst of noise.
"We have to go after it before Orochimaru gets his hands on it!" Naruto said, suddenly serious.
"Naruto, you baka, we have to get information from her first!" Sakura said hitting Naruto...hard.
Even when Naruto was trying to be smart, it seemed no matter what, he was an idiot, unless he was fighting. Then he would turn into Mr. Smartypants, but no way would Shikamaru relinquish his title. But then again, Naruto would always wing it, no matter how prepared he was with plans and everything, he would always wing it.
"That's the other reason why you're going. Orochimaru no doubt heard of it and will try to steal it. My original reason was to be able to get more money to become powerful again. Konoha is still suffering after the Akatsuki and Orochimaru's attacks.
"Apparently wizards do exist. The stone is hidden at a school called Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We've settled it with the headmaster," Tsunade said, throwing the pile of papers back on her desk.
"Eh? Baa-chan? Have you been drinking too much sake?" Naruto asked.
"You brat! I haven't. I'm serious, wizards to exist," Tsunade roared.
Shikamaru snorted. The headmaster was okay with a bunch of shinobi's stealing something apparently valuable from his school?
"So you guys will be going as first year students, since you have no previous experience with magic and we don't have that much information. Dumbledore will be coming tomorrow and he'll enchant your hitai-ate and whenever you wear it you can speak English. You'll be leaving right after Dumbledore charms it, so pack tonight. He thinks that you are only there to be able to learn Western magic and will introduce you as exchange students from Japanese Magic Academy who are testing out an exchange program. Understood?" Tsunade asked.
"Hai," eight voiced chorused.
"Naruto's the only way we can get Sasuke back, and Sakura is a great medical nin. Neji, you can see if there are any traps. Shikamaru is going since he can make plans and strategies. Temari is an invaluable, but Gaara and Kankuro can't come, since he's the Kazekage and Kankuro's on another mission at the moment. Any questions?" Tsunade asked.
"Why can't we go todaaay?" Naruto whined, ready to go on a new mission.
After only a few months under Tsunade's apprenticeship, Sakura already understood how easy it was for Tsunade to get cranky without sake.
"If you've got nothing important to say, GET OUT!" Tsunade screamed.
The shinobi scrambled out of the room, not wanting to be killed by Tsunade. Well technically, Neji didn't scramble out, he were too dignified, but poor him. He wasn't fast enough and was punched across Konoha all the way to the Hyuuga house(2).
"Well that saved me a trip," Neji said bitterly as he picked himself up from the ground.
Hyuuga Hiashi looked up to see a small cloud of dust and Neji.
"Didn't get out of Tsunade-sama's office fast enough?" Hiashi said, looking back at his tea.
"Hmf," Neji said defiantly.
"Do you want to travel by Portkey or Floo? Pick a random one," Mustang yawned. He, Hughes, and Edward were in his house. And it was early in the morning…for him at least. To any normal person, it was 9:00.
"Ummm, Floo…? Edward said uncertainly. Mustang's grin could make anybody feel nervous.
"Floo powder it is," Mustang snapped his fingers. As Edward jumped back, a small fire appeared, but it didn't spread. Mustang lifted a small pot of a greenish powder.
"Just throw a pinch of this in the fire, step in, and say 'Leaky Cauldron'," Mustang instructed.
"Ok…" Edward said hesitantly. He did as he was told and Mustang snickered as Edward turned in circles in the small fire.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Hughes asked, prepared to set the fire out; as soon as its controller left, it would have spread and probably burned the entire house. As much as Mustang liked fire, he probably didn't like it that much.
"Too much, but who cares?" Mustang smirked.
"Excited to go back to the Wizarding World?" Hughes asked.
"I miss that world. I can't help it."
"Oh right, the last time we were there was how long? Oh yeah, a week ago," Hughes grinned.
"Hey, it's not our fault the time's are different," Mustang pouted. "Well Voldemort's finally gone, so everything's lightened up, maybe I can pull a few pranks at Hogwarts, I'm sure Dumbledore wishes I haven't gone back now, though," Mustang grinned. "I should probably follow Fullmetal now."
"If he kills you it's not my fault," Hughes grinned as well," He's probably ready to since you didn't warn him about rough ride."
"Guess I better keep my gloves on in that case," Mustang smirked as he took a pinch of Floo powder and said, "Leaky Cauldron."
"MUSTANG!" was the first thing he heard as he got out of the dusty fireplace. Ow, his left ear was throbbing. The one closer to Ed.
"Oh what now? Scared of a little ride?" Mustang smirked.
Edward growled. People stared. A man laughed. His wife smacked him.
"My good god, you have such a resemblance to Hohenheim, are you his son?" a lady said.
Edward's ears perked at this. He growled, "Yes. What do you know about him?"
"Not much, but he was a great man during the Grindewald incident. He rescued all those Muggles, they're called...Jewish, ah, that's right. But he saved all those Jewish people from that other Muggle, uhhh, Hitler, yes, Adolf Hitler."
"He's not like the hero you think he is. He's a bastard," Edward spat.
"Young man you have to be more appreciative about him. A lot of us don't have any parents anymore, you should at least be happy that he was a good man," the woman reprimanded.
"Ha, good man. He left Mom, and that caused her to die!" Edward yelled.
"Sorry Miss, but he's a bit sensitive about his family," Mustang intervened smoothly. The woman blushed as such a handsome man said this.
There was a tinkling of bells from the door, as someone entered. Nobody paid attention to whoever came in, except for Tom, the bartender. That was some feat though, considering that the man was even taller than Alphonse.
"Hagrid, the usual?"
"Not today, I'm on Hogwarts business," the man said proudly.
"Hagrid! Old pal, I haven't seen you in a while!" Mustang exclaimed joyfully, glad to have an excuse to tear away from the lady's admirable gaze.
"Roy, that you? Blimey you changed," Hagrid said. Well of course he changed, it's been twenty years already.
"Watcha' doing here today?" Roy asked as Edward fumed at being so short compared to the giant man.
But, still, Edward stared. Man, was Hagrid tall! Maybe he drank milk…and a LOT of it.
"Jus' takin' young Harry Potter to get his Hogwarts stuff," Hagrid said.
"Harry, you look just like your father, but you mother's eyes, the exact same shade of them."
"Er...thank you? Mr.…?"
"Roy Mustang. I must say, I do hope you turn out to be exactly like your old man, he was one of my best friends," Roy grinned.
"Don't I remember, you nearly killed me tryin' to keep you 5 outta trouble. By the way who's the little guy?" Hagrid asked.
"Edward Elric, but call me Ed. Edward seems too formal for me," Edward said, clenching his teeth as soon as he heard the word little.
"Sorry about that old pal, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." Mustang sighed, "Well I better take the shrimp shopping."
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A GRAIN OF RICE SO SMALL IT WOULDN'T FEED AN ANT?!" Edward yelled as soon as he heard the word 'shrimp.' He was already pushed to the limits with the word little.
"Sorry about that Hagrid, but he's a tiny bit sensitive about his height," Mustang apologized.
"Hahahaha!" Hagrid bellowed. Harry stared. The 4 of them walked out the back door of the Leaky Cauldron. Hagrid used his pink umbrella and tapped the bricks. They slowly curled back to become an archway into Diagon Alley.
"First up, Gringottss," Mustang said uneasily. Hagrid also paled visibly at this.
"What's wrong?" Edward asked nervously. It couldn't be good if Mustang looked this nervous. After all, Mustang was the fearless, brave, Hero of Ishbal. Not that he was a hero to Ishballans, more like he could burn them to a crisp.
Edward and Harry exchanged worried glances, wondering what about this Gringotts place made these two fearless adults so pale. They walked across Diagon Alley giving the two boys a chance to stare in awe at all the stores and their items.
"Morning, we've come ter take money outta Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Roy Mustang's vault," Hagrid said to a free goblin.
"Does Mr. Potter and Mr. Mustang have their keys?" the Goblin asked. Edward stared. Finally! An entire species that's actually smaller than me!
Hagrid dug deep into his pocket spilling stinky dog biscuits on to the table. The goblin wrinkled his nose at this. Mustang, on the other hand, stacked a pair of gloves, notes, and bits of papers with what looked suspiciously like Muggle phone numbers. Finally, out came a tiny key.
"Found it," Mustang grinned. He handed over the key and the goblin examined the two he just received closely.
"These seem to be in order," he said.
"An I got a letter from Dumbledore for You-Know-What in vault 713," Hagrid dug into his pockets again. His hands reached a small letter and he handed it to the goblin who then read it carefully.
"I'll get a goblin to take you to those two vaults and one to take Mr. Mustang and his companion to their vault. Solohov, Griphook!" the goblin said.
Edward and Mustang followed Solohov into a cart. By now, Mustang looked deathly green. The cart lurched forward and suddenly Edward understood why Mustang looked so ill. After going down in a bit longer and a few sharp turns later, the cart came to a sudden stop.
"That...was...worse than Winry's driving..." Edward managed to choke out.
Solohov, who had probably ridden the cart a hundred times, looked unfazed and used to Edward's reaction.
"Key," he ordered. Mustang tottered over to hand the key. Solohov put the key in the giant vault's keyhole and the mechanisms began working. Edward made a mental note to never bring Winry here...speaking of Winry...
"Oh crap," Edward said as he realized something. Apparently he was as that stupid.
"What's wrong now Fullmetal? Forgot to tell your girlfriend you'd be gone for a year?" Mustang smirked.
"Holy shit, Colonel, do you know what she's going to do to me once she finds out?" Edward paled.
The vault door opened and before the 3 of them stood towering piles of gold, silver, and bronze nougats.
"Like it Fullmetal?" Mustang smirked ignoring Edward's panicked wails and moans. "I haven't been using much of much research fund, this is where it all goes."
"Is that even allowed?" Edward asked, raising an eyebrow recovering quickly as he decided never to break his automail while he was here…NEVER. He'd get enough punishment from the Wrench of Doom from forgetting to tell his girl- I mean, mechanic.
"Well technically, it's still research...on...on...magic," Mustang said.
"Which is something most alchemists don't even believe in," Edward smirked.
"Touche," Mustang smirked as he stuffed a few handfuls of the coins into a leather pouch. Well more than a few handfuls, the leather pouch was being stretched to it's limits by the mounds galleons in it's poor self.
"17 Kunts equal a sickle, and 29 of those equal a galleon," Mustang said absently. He paused for a second, before saying, "I'm going to regret this, but, Solohov, could we please go see Hohenheim's vault? This is his son."
"Of course," Solohov said smirking to himself, "I'll know if you really are his son when we get there."
Edward and Mustang exchanged a confused look. The ride, like last time, needless to say, was horrible. This time, both Edward and Mustang were a deep green. They gripped the side of the cart, as they panted.
"Ugh, I hope I'll never ride that again, besides when we're going up again," Edward gasped.
"Here's the vault, you should be able to open it, if you really are his son," Solohov said.
Edward glanced over the large vault door.
"Hmf, this is easy, just some simple alchemy should do the trick," Edward said.
"Easy!?" Solohov asked angrily.
"Uh...yes? Why?" Edward asked blankly.
"Alchemy is a dead art! Nobody within the last three thousand of years has been able to do alchemy except for Hohenheim and the very founders of Hogwarts!" Solohov said angrily.
"Mustang..." Edward growled.
"Uhh, well you see, I didn't know it was a dead art!" Mustang said, trying to defend himself.
"I swear, if Hawkeye doesn't kill you, I will," Edward said, before saying to Solohov, "Well I'm Hohenheim's son aren't I?"
Edward strained through the Hohenheim part.
He clapped his hands and placed them on the golden double doors of the vault. It creaked after nearly three decades of unuse. It cranked open to reveal hundreds of piles of galleons, and sickles, with barely any knuts. There was a letter placed delicately on top of the shortest pile, perfect for Edward to reach.
Edward, being the snoop he was, immediately snatched it up and tore it open.
"Dear Edward,
I suppose this is a big surprise for you, entering this other world, especially the wizarding part After all that I heard about what happened with Izumi Curtis I'm surprised you would even come to the Leaky Cauldron. That reminds me, I met her this summer, she was delightfully violent housewife. Well I might as well get to the point, since I'm sure you're ready to shred this letter because it's from me. Homunculi can travel here at will. Just thought you wanted to know.
Your father,
Hohenheim of Light
P.S. If you don't mind, why does Izumi's sandal say toilet?" Edward read aloud. "That bastard! He stays here for…wait a minute…MUSTANG!"
"I can explain! I'm sure you know of the Gate, it's this world across the Gate. Floo powder, Apparation, and a portkey are able to bypass the Gate and get across!" Mustang said hurriedly while backing up. Edward glared.
"Couldn't you have thought of telling me that earlier?!"
"Well you wouldn't have come if you knew," Mustang said quickly.
"I still don't want to be here!" Edward growled. "Can we just get out of here?"
He climbed into the cart and immediately regretted his decision. As soon as the Mustang climbed in along with Solohov, the cart lurched forward when Edward's insides wanted to stay back. Not exactly the best feeling. They wobbled out of the cart.
"Mustang, don't ever make me ride that again," Edward gasped.
Hagrid walked over to them, and said, "Rough ride?"
"You wouldn't believe how rough, because Col-Mustang here made us go to Hohenheim's vault," Edward spat.
"Hohenheim? I 'eard there was a bunch of people who claimed they were 'is son and wanted to take a crack at his vault and try ta open it. Sure caused those goblins lotsa trouble! (3)" Hagrid said as they walked out of Gringotts, their pockets much heavier than when they entered.
"So where to next?" Edward asked.
"Madam Malkin's, the best place, well actually the only place for robes around here," Mustang offered nodding toward a building labeled 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions'.
"Do you two mind if I go for a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts," Hagrid said, still looking a bit green.
So Harry, Edward, and Mustang entered the shop alone.
"Hogwarts, dears?" Madam Malkin asked, smiling at the two students. "Got the lot here, I've got another young man being fitted up right now."
Edward decided her to be the doting mother-ish kind. Just like Gracia. Malkim waved to the back of the shop when she finished talking. Edward and Harry glanced back to find a boy pale, with a pointed face. He was standing on a footstool while another witch pinned up his robes.
"Hello you two, Hogwarts?" the boy asked.
"Yes," Edward and Harry answered at the same time.
"Father's buying my books and Mother's up the street look at wands. Maybe I'll bully them into getting me a wand later," the boy said with a drawling voice.
Edward stopped listening. This wasn't interesting. Just because he had to live with them…and learn with them…and eat with them…and spend all his time with them for the next eight months, it didn't mean that he had to like them. After all, he was here on an important mission, the Philosopher's Stone. Nothing else mattered, of course a few friends here and there were okay but definitely not this boy. He'd be his friend when the world ended.
"There you are, dear, you're done!" Madam Malkin said cheerfully. Her sweet smile grew bigger as she took the money the boy handed her. There was a tinkling of bells as the door opened again and revealed…
"Draco, are you done yet?"
... a more grown-up version of that boy.
"I just finished now, Father," Malfoy said as he jumped off, well not jumped particularly, soon-to-be Slytherins were much too important to be jumping off footstools.
"Good, now hurry up, we've got somewhere important to get to after this," Lucius said. He looked up to see…
"Roy Mustang," the man said acidly. The man looked nearly exactly like the boy if he had some more time to grow. The man held his hair in a low pony-tail and carried a cane in his right hand.
"Lucius Malfoy," Mustang answered back with the same amount, or perhaps more, venom.
"Hmf, you and your entire family were filthy blood traitors, at least better than Weasley's, though not by much. At least you traitors didn't go around talking about Muggle elktrocs, or whatever those…those things were. You disgusting Muggle and Mudblood sympathizers," Lucius spat.
"Oh? We're blood traitors? At least we don't go around being Death Eaters and killing people left and right, like the way your precious Voldemort did, and don't forget, many of those dead were purebloods, so who's the blood traitor here?" Mustang hissed.
Madam Malkin and her assistants flinched at the word Voldemort. Madam Malkin got up and said, "You don't need to bring up He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named again!"
Mustang and Lucius ignored her.
"Cru-" Lucius was cut off, his eyes wide.
Mustang whipped his wand out and produced and a fire spurt out from the tip.
"'Incendio' shouldn't have done that big of a fire…" Lucius whispered, in awe.
"Yep, it's my special own attack, which is exactly why I don't shout out the incantation. And by the way, if you don't want people thinking that you're still on the Dark Side, I suggest that you not use any Unforgivable Curses, like that one you were going to use on me," Mustang said smoothly.
Lucius turned slightly pink (he was much to pale to turn red) and swept Draco out of the shop with him. Mustang glared at the door in which Lucius and his son just walked out of. He turned back to the footstool where Edward was getting his measurements done, to find Madam Malkin wagging her finger at him.
"Do not talk about any more You-Know-Who stuff, unless you want yourself thrown out of here, understand that?" Madam Malkin glared at him.
"Uh, yes ma'am," Mustang said meekly. Why was it that nearly every other woman he met strong and willing to beat him up? Plus armed and dangerous.
Mustang kept silent for the rest of the time that the boys were fitting. He could practically feel the intensity of Madam Malkin's glares at him. But, even he had to let a little chuckle loose when one of the assistants made an unwise choice and muttered, "My, my, this boy is smaller than a usual first year."
That, of course, let Edward run on a total rampage of his height.
After they finally got Edward calmed down, and Mustang used his 'special talents' to calm down the poor assistant, they could get out of Madam Malkin's. Harry had to admit, this was the most interesting event that happened in his entire life. Wait, unless you counted last night when a friggin' giant broke down the door to that little hut, told him about his heritage, etc, then this would be the second most interesting day. Still, it was pretty close.
The three of them walked outside to find Hagrid attempting to hold four ice cream cones at once. Even with his giant sized hands, he was failing…miserably. In the end, one of the cones fell with a large splat.
"Eh, sorry, Roy, but I know you never liked ice cream, somthin' 'bout to cold or somthin' like that."
"No, it's okay, Hagrid," Mustang said, "I still don't like ice cream."
"Still…sorry 'bout that," Hagrid apologized again.
"You know, it still amazes me how people can use disgusting stuff like…milk and use it to make something so delicious like ice cream!" Edward said, licking a little melted drop of the ice cream off the cone.
"You don't like milk?" Harry asked, feeling a bit more comfortable around Edward and Mustang. After he first met that boy in Madam Malkin's, he finally realized that there were people who were worse than Dudley in the world. And the way that Mustang acted to that boy's father, Lusius, or something like that, he was glad that Mustang felt the same way.
"Nope, nothing you people can do will make me drink milk!" Edward said. Then he added as an afterthought, "Unless it was in something like stew, then maybe I'd eat it."
"Why not?" Hagrid asked, interested.
"I'm not going any kind of liquid secreted from an animal, especially a cow," Edward shuddered.
Harry stared at his ice cream. He shrugged and said, "If you put it like that…but still, milk is delicious."
Before Edward could retort, the two adults stopped.
"Here we are, our next stop, Flourish & Blotts," Mustang announced. "And remember Edward, don't buy the entire store."
"Yeah, yeah, I got that already," Edward said, already rushing into the store with an excited look.
Mustang sighed. Edward was going to buy the entire store.
"That boy mus' like readin' a lot," Hagrid chuckled.
"Too much," Mustang sighed. The two adults followed the two excited boys into the store.
Inside, Edward and Harry took in all the magical books, ones the size of postage stamps, the size of paving stones, ones that were taller then Alphonse, ones shorter than Edward. Ones that were full of strange symbols, a few with nothing in them at all, and even some with…words! Oh boy! And here they thought there weren't going to be any normal books(4).
"Hey Mustang, how come that Lucius or something, didn't like you? He said you were Mudblood sympathizers?" Edward asked. He had to ask whenever he heard a word he never noticed before.
"We were old classmates. He was a couple years older than me, which made him think that he was better than me for that. Mudblood is a insult word for Muggle-born witches and wizards," Mustang said, looking over the books.
"Oh, I don't like the look of those two, the dad looks like a Yoki with blonde hair," Edward said, distastefully.
Mustang laughed. That must have been the oddest comparison he ever heard. Elite Malfoys compared to the downtrodden Yoki. But it was true, they both bribed to get to their places in society. They preferred to have everything when many people had nothing at all. And they didn't mind at all if people that were under them were broke and such.
Edward went on to look through the alchemy books, but after hearing that alchemy was a dead art only practiced by a very small amount of people, around two or three in the last few centuries, was a bit skeptical that he'd find something. Nevertheless, he looked for any plausible alchemy book he could find, which was…none.
"Hey Ed! We've got yeh books already!" Hagrid said, looking at the back of Flourish & Blotts for Mustang and Edward.
"Oh, thank you Hagrid," Edward said, being polite (for the first time and probably the only time).
I'm going to skip the Apothecary and the cauldron and telescope part, since they don't have much part in the story.
"Yeh still need a birthday present, Harry," Hagrid said thoughtfully as they exited the Apothecary.
Harry blushed as he muttered, "It's okay, I don't need a present."
"Tell yeh what, I'll get yeh an animal. Cats make me sneeze and frogs got out of style ages ago. I think I'll get yeh an owl. Dead useful, carryin' mail," Hagrid said.
"What do you want for a pet, Ed?" Mustang asked.
Ed thought for a minute.
"A cat, Al would love that," Edward said. "He asks me every time we see a stray cat if we can keep it, although I do have to admit, we find stray cats too many times…"
The Magical Menagerie, animals were filled in every nook and cranny possible. Foxes stared at you with an unblinking gaze, giant lizards waded in their ponds, birds fluttered, cats meowed. There were other magical animals too, dancing rats, three headed snakes, phoenixes, and more. Some deadly animals were held in padlocks, hissing and growling. No wonder Hagrid wanted to visit here so much…
"Awwww," girls squealed, crowding around a cage.
Edward avoided the area, as did Harry and Hagrid, not to mention Mustang. Hagrid and Harry explored a little section in the back completely devoted to owls. Apparently, owls were very popular around here, not that Edward could see why.
He roamed around the store. There was a loud racket the cashier counter, where a pink-haired girl seemed to be beating a blonde boy. This reminded him strangely of somebody he knew. At least the girl didn't have a wrench, but then again, from the force of those punches she looked VERY strong. There was another girlish looking boy with them. Edward new it was a boy because he (ahem) looks like a (ahem) girl. Anyway, the boy seemed to look just fine with the girl beat up the boy. But Edward took a closer look and noticed that the second boy's eyes were white. He couldn't understand how he could see and supposed it was just magic.
Nevertheless, Edward turned away, eager to get away from that group. They seemed scary…
Edward looked around at the cats. None of them seemed to fit what he wanted, not that he knew what he wanted. He moved over to where the girls were squealing at. They had dispersed, thank goodness. He peered through the metal cage to find a little kitten snuggled up. It appeared to be clutching something silver in it's paws, but as Edward took another look, he noticed it was attacked to the kitten. It was automail.
"Hey Miss? Is that kitten for sale?" Edward asked the nearest saleswoman. Her tag said Emily.
"Hm, that one? This man gave it to us a couple years ago. I dunno who he is, I wasn't working here then," she said. "He said he wanted to make sure the right person got him, he would come in every now and then and make sure we didn't sell it yet. My boss, who absolutely loves that cat, said that the man the person the cat was for wasn't here yet, or something like that. Apparently he stopped coming about a decade ago maybe two, but he said the cat would know when it's next owner would come, or something like that. I think he wanted to use this store as a trading post or somethin', I mean, gave it to us to give to somebody else."
"Hmm," Edward said, poking a finger through the metal bars, stroking the soft fur of the kitten. She meowed and purred softly. It got up slowly and rubbed her neck against Edward's finger.
"That's the first time I ever saw her actually show affection to somebody," Emily said, nearly dropping the bag of...something…squeamish.
"Does that mean I get her?" Edward asked, stroking the kitten.
"I guess so," she said. "Here you go."
She took the little kitten, who meowed at being picked up, and handed gently set it in Edward's outstretched arms. It was surprisingly heavy thanks to the automail. It snuggled into a deep sleep again as if nothing ever happened.
"Hm, she sure does like you, I suppose that's the sign that you should keep her," Emily said, thoughtfully.
"In that case, I'll take her!" Edward said happily, taking out his leather bag full of gold coins trying to balance the kitten in one hand.
"My boss would kill me, or worse, fire me, if you don't take it! She's been waiting forever for someone to take the cat!" Emily begged. "I gotta get back to work."
She sighed as she went on with feeding the animals.
"Or worse, get you fired…? You need to get your priorities straight," Edward muttered to himself, raising an eyebrow.
Nevertheless, he hugged his new kitten happily and went off to find Mustang to bother him. They soon left the Magical Menagerie with a new kitten and a snowy white owl in tow.
"Well, now we're going to get our wands right?" Edward asked excitedly.
"Yep, at Olivander's, the best, and only place fer wands," Hagrid said.
Olivander's was a narrow and shabby shop. Peeling gold letters over the door showed the store name. In the window lay a faded purple cushion, with a single wand on it. There was a tinkling of bells as they entered the tiny store. Edward felt as if he had just entered Central library.
"Good afternoon," a soft voice said. Hagrid must have jumped, as there was a large crunch right before Hagrid got off a spindly chair.
"Hello," the two boys said awkwardly.
"Ah yes. Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter. You have your mother's eyes. Her first wand was made of willow, ten and a quarter inches long, swishy. It was nice for charm work. Your father favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. It was excellent for transfiguration.
"Edward Elric. It seems to be quite some time since I saw your father last. Hohenehim Elric. Hawthorn, twelve and three-quarters inches long, very good for every type of healing magic." Mr. Ollivander.
He turned back to Harry. Mr. Ollivander leaned so close that Harry and him were almost nose to nose.
"And that's where…" Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, pale finger.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen and a half inches. Yes. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hand…"
"Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! And Roy Mustang!" Mr. Ollivander said, just noticing the two of them in the background. "Hagrid, oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it?"
"Yes," said Hagrid.
"I suppose that snapped it in half when you got expelled?" Mr. Ollivander asked, suddenly stern. "Roy Mustang, cocobolo, ah, I remember how much trouble I had to go through to get to that wood. Well, cocobolo, twelve inches, excellent for charms."
Mr. Ollivander pulled out a long tape measure and asked, "I'll start with Edward. Which is your wand arm?"
"I'm left-handed," Edward said.
"Hold out your arm," Mr. Ollivander said. Then, the tape measure started to measure the two boys on it's own as Mr. Ollivander turned around to look through the boxes and boxes of wands.
"Beechwood and phoenix feather, six inches. Quite whippy. Try—" Mr. Ollivander started.
Edward waved it, causing a nearby vase to explode. He tried. And tried. And tried. It seemed no wand was good for him.
"Hm, what about this one? Birch and phoenix feather. Try it," Mr. Ollivander said.
Edward waved it, and as soon as he did, he felt something warm inside of him. A shower of blood-red sparks came out of the end of the wand.
Mustang and Hagrid clapped.
"Ah, that seems to be the wand for you," Mr. Ollivander said.
Harry's turn to find his wand was equally as hard. It also seemed that there was no wand for him. Finally, a holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches wand shot out a stream of red and gold sparks.
"Curious,…very curious…"
"Sorry, but what's curious?" Harry asked.
"Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather in your wand, gave another feather. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother gave you that scar," Mr. Ollivander said eerily.
Needless to say, the two of them couldn't wait to get out of the store.
Later that night, in the Leaky Cauldron, Edward was lying on his bed, with his State Alchemist watch turning slowly above him. He glanced at the date and sighed.
"Al, what has this world gone to?"
"Naruto get up!"
It was the first thing Naruto heard that morning. That and the fluttering of the birds that flew away thanks to Sakura's loud shout.
"AAAAH! Sakura-chan, don't kill me please please please!" Naruto begged as he took off his cap, and quickly put his orange and black jacket and pants.
He ran outside to run into Sakura's fist.
"Hurry up next time!" she roared. "We're already late to meet Dumbledore-sama!"
Naruto leapt up and ran out of Sakura's reach.
"Then what are we waiting for! Let's go to Hokage tower!" Naruto yelled excitedly.
Sakura sighed. Guess some people never change. And here she thought that after two and a half years with Jiraiya, he would have grown up a bit.
She followed him off to Hokage tower to meet this Dumbledore person.
"Woow! There's a person older then Baa-chan?" Naruto said loudly, enough for Sakura to hear.
"Naruto! Be a little more respectful! That's the person that hired us!" Sakura said. "Dumbledore-san, please excuse Naruto's behavior."
The old man chuckled and said, "It's all right, Sakura-san, more kids need to be free like him, especially, in a ninja village, no offense to you of course. It's just that I'm used to having around kids that don't have a thought of the world, that's all."
"It's alright Dumbledore-san," Tsunade said.
All the shinobi were crowded in the office. Jiraiya was looking way too interested in Temari and Tsunade to be healthy. And most of the other shinobi were looking ticked at Naruto for being so late.
"Well, we better get down to business. Can you please take off your headbands? I'll charm them to so that you'll be able to speak English whenever you wear them, which I suppose is always," Dumbledore said.
The shinobi took off their hitai-ate reluctantly and gave them to Dumbledore, suspicious of him, and still wary of his claim of magic.
"Reddo," Dumbledore said, waving a stick thingy over the hitai-ate's in front of him.
"Oooh! Lemme try it on!" Naruto said, grabbing his hatai-ate and putting it on. "Gaara is an idiot!"
"Nani! It really does work," Sakura said, inspecting her headband.
Temari, on the other hand, wasn't as happy.
"You said something about Gaara," Temari said, pointedly.
"Uhhh, yes?"
"Take off that hitai-ate!" Temari grabbed at it. "What'd you say?"
"Nothing!" Naruto said, trying to get his hitai-ate back.
"As much as I want to, it won't do any use to kill Naruto," Shikamaru said, fully aware of what Naruto had said and exactly what would happen to Naruto if Temari ever happened to find out.
"Okay Shika-kun!" Temari agreed happily.
Dumbledore chuckled, "Your shinobi are quite lively."
Tsunade just shook her head in exasperation and replied, "Just these bunch, and maybe too lively."
She glared at Naruto at the last part. He recognized the threat and immediately shut up.
"Well shall we get going? We still need to buy your supplies for this year at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.
"All right!" Naruto exclaimed. He was quickly shot down by a glare from Tsunade.
"Now, it's very simple, just hold on to those boot, please," Dumbledore said.
The shinobi did this, although they had just about no idea why.
"One…two…three," Dumbledore counted off.
All of the shinobi felt a sudden jerk in their stomach area as they were transported to the Diagon Alley.
"Wow!" Naruto exclaimed, looking through all the windows.
"Ah, it seems I need to go back to Hogwarts now, there's something I need to do before school starts tomorrow," Dumbledore said, looking at his watch, the one that no body could ever figure out how to read. "Jiraiya-sama, can you please lead them around here?"
"Of course," Jiraiya said, a bit grumpily. He had been stopped mid-step to find somewhere to do his 'research.'
"You have the list of supplies right? Well here's some gold. I must get going," Dumbledore said, before Disapparating.
Jiraiya eyed the bag full of money greedily and said, "Okay, listen up, you go buy your stuff or whatever, and I'll be going to do some research on this Philosopher's Stone thingy."
"Yeah right, Pervy Sage!" Naruto yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Jiraiya. "You're just going to look for some woman to grope."
"Hey,
"Let's get our wands first!" Naruto said.
They entered the Ollivanders store where the eerie mood of the store was ruined by Naruto's excited nature.
"Seven new students?" Mr. Ollivander asked curiously.
"Yep!" Naruto said, not noticing the eeriness of the store. Or if he did, he was doing a REALLY good job of pretending not to notice.
"This might take some time, well ladies first," Mr. Ollivander said, his tape measure working full speed already. "The pink haired one?"
I'm being REALLY lazy these days, so I'll just be listing the wand types :) sorry, but this chap is already going to be 11,000+ words! Yes I'm rubbing it in. I'm so proud of myself :sniffle:
Naruto- Katalox (5), fox fur
Sakura- Olivewood, unicorn hair
Shikamaru- Hawthorn, dragon heartstring
Temari- Birch, dragon heartstring
Neji- Kingwood, phoenix feather
Jiraiya- Oak, phoenix feather
And back to the story!
"Curious, curious, well, Naruto's wand is the only wand I have ever made without using one of the three usual magical centers I usually use, unicorn hair, dragon heartstring, and phoenix feather," Mr. Ollivander said, his misty eyes staring at Naruto. "In fact, that fur that I used came from a particularly feisty completely red fox, unheard of. There are red foxes, but they always have a touch of brown."
"That guys creepy! Are you sure he's not related to you Neji? He's got white eyes like you. And he's creepy enough, too," Naruto said.
"Yes, I'm sure he's not related to me," Neji said scornfully, glaring at Naruto.
"Does anybody else think that the fox Mr. Ollivander was talking about sounded a bit too much like Kyuubi?" Sakura asked thoughtfully.
Naruto shuffled uncomfortably. Sure he was an idiot, but at least he knew the danger of Kyuubi, and the fact that it was sealed inside him.
"A solid red fox? I'd have to say yes," Shikamaru agreed.
"Well if Shika-kun says so, then so do I!" Temari cheered.
"Well we better get to the next place…Flourish & Blotts," Jiraiya said.
"What are we getting there?" Neji asked, glad for a reason to get away from them.
"Your books," Jiraiya said impatiently. He sounded desperate to get back to Konoha to get to his great 'research' at the hot springs.
"Good, I've been meaning to get some more books on medical jutsus. They probably don't have any here, but it'll be interesting to read what these wizards have learned of medical magic," Sakura said.
"How can you stand reading books, Sakura-chan? It's too boring and complicated," Naruto complained, glad that the topic shifted to something else. Too bad it was something he hated equally to Kyuubi.
"Well if you ever even tried to read a book instead of pulling pranks or sleeping in class, you might understand it," Shikamaru said lazily.
Naruto sniggered. "That's coming from the laziest boy in our year, possibly in the history of Konoha. You're the one who failed all the tests in the Academy because you were too lazy to pick up a pencil."
"Touché," Shikamaru grinned.
"Shikamaru! You have to try harder!" Temari scolded playfully.
He just sighed. One of the many disadvantages of having a very possessive girlfriend. Now that he thought about it, there were no advantages to having her as a girlfriend…(6).
They entered Flourish & Blotts. Sakura immediately asked Temari, she couldn't trust Naruto, to get her books while she went off to look through the medical books. Shikamaru also took off to look for books on tactical strategies. And on how to get rid of your girlfriend, not that would ever tell anybody, or that he didn't find a single book on it!
They left the store with Sakura absolutely giddy about her new books.
"I can't believe how many books they had in there! There's even more than the one in the library!" Sakura gushed as she hugged her new books tightly to her chest.
"Yeah, yeah," Jiraiya said absently, "Do you guys mind hurrying up? I need to go do some research soon."
"No way Pervy Sage! I know you're just going to stare at naked women for your next book!" Naruto yelled. Diagon Alley was silent. Then there was a loud ruckus, and multiple things were thrown at Jiraiya. Especially curses. And lots of them.
"Hey! Don't throw that!" Jiraiya said, as he dodged a knife with ease, pretending to be scared and pretending to stumble. He couldn't risk showing any ninja skills. "And Make-Out Paradise is a best seller!"
"Ha! Remember that time I wrote one of the books! And Sakura says my writing is the worse she's ever seen!" Naruto said proudly.
"I've only seen a couple sentences you wrote about our mission," Sakura said as they walked away from Jiraiya, "And it went like 'My name is Naruto Uzumaki. We went to fight today. It was against some dude with bandages. There was also a guy that looked like a girl. I'm going to be Hokage. He had a big sword. Believe it! The Hokage right now is too wrinkly. He's an old man. Believe it! I've got a strange tattoo on my belly. Haha! It jiggles! It's hungry. I better feed it some ramen.' There was a large splot on the paper, and then, 'It feels much better. My tattoo is swirleeeeeey."
"Wasn't that wonderful?" Naruto said, proudly.
"How that kid managed to pass the first part of the chuunin exams, I'll never now," Temari sighed, running her hand through her bangs.
"I know. He was banking on the fact that he would get that last question. His paper was completely blank from what I heard from Ibiki," Shikamaru said lazily.
"Meaning he passed the first part entirely through luck," Neji finished.
"Well, he's one hell of a lucky kid," Temari said.
"Tell me about it," Sakura sighed, "Remember when you were fighting Haku and you all of a sudden you got more power? That's what I call luck."
"Ha ha…ha," Naruto laughed, fidgeting around. Even though he was the stupidest ninja ever to grace Konoha's land, he at least knew where that awesome power came from. His stomach! Where Kyuubi was currently residing. Naruto wondered how Kyuubi could fit in his tummy.
"I want to get my animal," Naruto said all of a sudden.
"Ok, Neji, could you look for an animal shop?" Sakura asked, looking around.
"The Byakugun wasn't designed for looking for an animal shop," Neji said, irritated. But nevertheless, he turned on his Byakugun and said, "The Magical Menagerie's just down the street."
"Okay! And off we go," Naruto said, leading the way.
"Naruto, when Neji says down the street, he means the other way," Sakura said, grabbing the impatient blond.
"That's weird…" Neji muttered, not moving from the spot.
"Hm?" Temari asked absently.
"There's a kid in there…with a metal arm and leg," Neji said. "It's like a prosthetic, but he moves it like a regular arm."
"Metal arm and leg?" Sakura asked, surprised. You can't blame her. She's a medic. She's used to human parts on humans.
"That's got to be impossible though. All of the nerves would have to be attached to the prosthetic. And not to mention, there would have to be a port or something so the prosthetic could be changed as the kid grows. That would alone cause immense pain to attach."
"Well, my Byakugun doesn't lie," Neji said, walking toward the Magical Menagerie.
"Wonder what happened to that kid," Temari said thoughtfully.
"Probably just an accident," Shikamaru said, in the laid back voice.
"But don't forget, in this world they don't expect kids to learn how to fight until 11. And even then, it's only the basics of magic," Sakura said. "Which means, they don't have as many serious accidents like that."
"Yeah, well I just want my toad and leave!" Naruto decided. "If I could only keep out my summon for long enough, I wouldn't have to take another frog to Warty Pig school."
"You think Jiraiya will be all right?" Sakura asked nervously, looking at the poor old man getting beaten up.
"Relax, he's a Sannin, isn't he? And even if he does get hurt, it's his fault, for being a super pervert, right?" Temari laughed it off.
"Hahaha, you're right," Sakura said, laughing too.
"Is it just me, or are women getting more…more devilish these days?" Shikamaru asked, following the two girls.
"They are," Naruto said, remembering all the wounds he had gotten from Sakura.
In the Magical Menagerie, Naruto immediately found a red frog. It looked suspiciously like Gamakichi. But alas, it wasn't. Naruto lifted the frog to look eye to eye with the frog. The frog croaked. Naruto laughed and hugged Gamakichi II so tightly, his eyes popped out.
"Naruto, you're going to kill him like that," Sakura whacked him. Very hard.
"Ow! You're going to kill me like that," Naruto said, rubbing the large bump on his head. "Right, Shikamaru?…Shikamaru?"
"He left ten minutes ago to look for an owl," Neji supplied, thoroughly enjoying seeing Naruto getting beat up.
"Neji? You're smart. Isn't she going to kill me like that?" Naruto asked, knowing full well that Neji would side with Sakura.
"She's not going to kill you. Haven't I heard that you have a really fast healing ability?" Neji smirked.
Naruto pouted, "Just gang up on me, why don't you?"
"Hurry up, you three," Shikamaru said, from outside, "We still need to get our robes."
"Oh yeah, that reminds me. Why do we have to where dresses? Why does everybody around here where dresses?" Naruto asked, glancing around.
"They're robes, for the last time," Sakura sighed.
"Well here we are," Neji said, cutting through their bickering loudly. Neji was having trouble dealing with Naruto for just one day of shopping. Imagine how the entire year would be. Oh kami.
They entered the shop to find a disgruntled little lady, presumably Madam Malkin. She grumbled. Apparently she was in a bad mood. Naruto certainly wasn't helping at all. Naruto fidgeted all through his fitting. And complained that the needles were pointy. The other four, however, were smart enough to at least know not to push Madam Malkin's limits. Although, maybe, just maybe, the immense amount of gold that they gave her helped. You could practically see her eyes light up when she caught sight of the gold. Maybe it came from the gold, maybe it didn't. We'll never know.
It sure was a long day. Poor Neji. He had to deal with Naruto. Same with Shikamaru. Not to mention Temari. Not Sakura though, she could just beat him up or something.
(1)- Well, I wanted to name him something from his Animagus form, which I won't say…yet. Oh and, I gave Mustang's name from his alchemy. And I figured the Marauder's should know about that since they know about Remus's 'furry little problem.' Anyway, I figured out something. The Marauders think of a discription for a body part of the Animagus form.
(2)-I have no idea how the map of Konoha would be, but let's just pretend that the Hyuuga household is allll the way on the other side.
(3)- Please don't comment about my attempt at Hagrid's accent. I know how much I sucked T-T
(4)- Sorry, but I was feeling very sarcastic at the moment…
(5)- I actually researched for Mustang and Ed's wand wood type! Yay! But then I noticed…there were six other ones…I'm soo not doing those guys! Sorry Naruto fans! Well I did for Naruto's wand. But that's about it.
If anyone is interested, the website I used was http / www . golden tree wands . com / magic properties of wood . htm Minus the spaces, of course. You really should check out Mustang's Cocobolo wood, it matches him perfectly! So does Naruto's Katalox, especially if you read the last few chapters.
(6)- He's not breaking up with her, don't worry ShikaTem fans! I just did that for fun, and cuz I was bored ;)