Hello everyone! It's me, Kirigiya. What's that? You thought I was dead? No, I've just had a busy life recently, but I am in no way dead. I apologize for the long wait inbetween chapters, I'll try not to let it happen again. I also apologize for what I feel is a short chapter, though I particularly like the end of it, it was fun to write. I've also had a really bad case of writers' block, but I think I'm over it. Oh, and the offer still stands for someone to make a cover for this story, I think it would be so cool to see it animated, especially when we get to Harry's Mangekyo. Well, anyways, on with the story!
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I forgot. I don't own Harry Potter or Naruto, yeah yeah.
My eyes... What's wrong with my eyes? Harry thought, still staring into the puddle next to his opponent's corpse. He found the red gaze of his eyes, after the initial shock, were actually quite magnificient. It was like a part of him, deep down, welcomed the crimson eyes for some unfathomable reason. While he was curious of this, he decided to put the subject out of his mind for now, he had more important matters to attend to now.
"Are- are you alright?" Emma Granger asked softly, slowly approaching him.
Harry nodded, refusing to look the woman in the eyes.
She can't find out about my eyes, she might tell the authorities, and who knows what they might do to me.
"We need to call the police, and get you to a psychiatrist," Emma's voice broke him from his thoughts.
It seemed she had taken his silence for shock at the deed he had done. Harry figured that he should feel something about having just killed a man, but he was of the opinion that the robber had died a warrior's death, no matter how little the pathetic little man deserved it. But now was not the time to dwell on such things.
Eyes, please, please go back to normal! Harry thought as he turned to face Emma and her daughter.
"Are you alright, young one?" Emma questioned again, moving ever closer to him.
Harry heaved a mental sigh of relief; it seemed that his eyes had gone back to their normal shade of green.
"Yes, I need to go home," Harry responded, quickly moving to exit the alley they had been standing in for the past few minutes.
"Young man, I simply can't allow that, you need medical treatment," Emma said, reaching a hand out to grab him.
"No thanks, my train is leaving in a few minutes, I really should catch it," Harry said, moving out of her reach and farther out of the alley.
"Hey, what's that?" Emma's daughter - Hermione, Harry recolected - questioned, gesturing to his hands.
Harry looked down at his hands, and was surprised to find his fist clenched tightly around a tightly wound bundle of parchment. Harry waved dismissively at them as he ontinued out, breaking into a sprint to hurry his way to the subway station. He ignored the calls of the two women for him to stop.
When he got home that night, he went straight to his room, locking the door behind him. He sat on his bed, impatiently bringing out the bundle of parchment. While he was curious about his eyes, and he had experimented with activating and deactivating them while on the ride home - he found that everything seemed to slow down like when he had first activated them whenever he did so - , he simply had to know what secrets the parchment contained. Upon closer inspection, he noticed it was a scroll, with a strange symbol that almost reminded Harry of a fan and flames that acted as a seal.
Breaking it, he quickly unfurlled it, but to his dismay, it was written in an entirely different language. Japanese or Chinese, if he had to guess. Just as he was about to put the scroll down, he blinked, looking closer at it. The foreign language written in ink was slowly rearranging itself before his very eyes, and before he knew it, the language was in English.
"Whoa," Harry whispered, leaning in to inspect the scroll.
One thing about the scroll he found curious was that whenever he aimed his eyesight away from the scroll and try to read it out of the corner of his eyes, it would revert to the original text until he focused his attention on it again. As he once more focused on the text, he found himself staring at three pictures near the top of the scroll with text under them: a log, two humanoid figures, what seemed to be a picture of someone changing into someone else, and another, larger picture of a flame near the bottom of the scroll.
"Basic Jutsu," Harry read the title of the text aloud. "The three simplest and most basic jutsu are the Clone, Substitution, and Transformation Jutsu. In order to use these techniques, one must first activate their chakra networks; chakra is the life-blood of all shinobi."
'Shinobi?' Harry thought. 'Doesn't that mean ninja?'
"And if you're reading this, it means you have already activated your Sharingan, a special eye technique the members of your family possess."
'My family? My family were ninjas? Are there any still out there? Those red eyes are called the Sharingan?' Harry felt a million questions bubble up inside of him at once, but he continued reading.
"All one needs to do in order to do harnass their chakra is focus, meditate, and find your chakra network, feel it within you, its own unique heartbeat. Once you feel it, you should be able to channel it throughout your body. It may take a while to fully harnass your chakra reserves, but when you do, you will be a force to be reckoned with."
'I like where this is going.' Harry thought, already imagining what just these three 'basic jutsu' could do for him once he learned them.
Since Harry already knew how to mould his chakra, having already used it to activate and deactivate his Sharingan multiple times (he found that he felt his energy slowly draining away when he did so - maybe a chakra network was like a muscle, and you had to work it out in order to use your chakra for longer periods of time?) he figured it was safe to try the first jutsu. After reading the instructions, he moved to the center of his room, ready to begin.
"OK, so I place my hands in the - Tiger Seal, was it? - yes, alright. And then I focus, and then... Bunshin no Jutsu!" (Clone Technique)
Smoke poofed to Harry's side, and he looked over hopefully at his first attempt at a jutsu, only to grimace as the clone, which was supposed to look exactly like him, was a sickly shade and hunched over, looking nothing like him at all.
'Well, I guess it would be arrogant for me to think I could get it right on the first try with no formal training.' Harry smirked to himself, he still had some chakra left in his body, and although the scroll cautioned against overusing his chakra, he thought he had enough for what he was about to do.
He took a deep breath, slowly placing his hands in the Tiger Seal. He began to concentrate while gathering his chakra, focusing purely on what he wanted to happen. When he felt he was ready, he began the jutsu.
"Bunshin no Jutsu!" As the smoke cleared, Harry looked to his side to see a perfect replica of himself standing next to him.
Cautiously, he tried to touch it, unsurprised when his hand passed through his doppelgangar.
'It sure wasn't arrogant of me to know I could get it on my second try, though!' Harry thought as he began a small victory dance around his room.
"Hey! Keep it down in there, boy!" the irate voice of his uncle interrupted his celebrations, causing his clone to dispell.
Elated at his success, and ignoring the voice of his uncle, Harry sank onto his bed, reading the rest of the scroll, trying to find an author.
'Ooh, what's this?'
He once again found the picture of the flame on the bottom of the scroll.
"Fire Style: Fire Ball Jutsu? That sounds fun," Harry commented, grinning as he continued scanning the scroll for any signs of an author.
"Here it is," he said, finding a signature near the bottom.
"You can do it, Daisuke, I believe in you - MU," Harry said, somewhat confused.
His name was Harry, not Daisuke. So, either this scroll was given to him by mistake (highly unlikely, Harry had the Sharingan that the scroll mentioned, there was no way this was a mistake) or Harry's ninja family had given him the name Daisuke, and Lily and James Potter had named him Harry. The latter possibility made the most sense, so Harry accepted it as fact.
'The real question is, who is this MU, and what is my relation to him or her?'
And that's a wrap! Hope you guys like the chapter, and again, I apologize for being so late on updating. I'll try not to get so behind again, though I have some stuff coming up in the next week, so there may be a two week wait for the next chapter. My apologies. Also, I've decided to not go manipulative Dumbledore, I don't really have confidence that I could pull it off, and I just feel it's too overdone. Almost all HP fics I've seen lately contain Manipulative Dumbles, it's kind of old. I might go back and fix some of the bias against him, but for now, let's just say that the goblins aren't easy to please, and you can't get as far in society as Dumbledore has without stepping on a few toes. Until next time!