THIS was generally going to be a re-write of YOU! However, since you guys seem to like that story so, I'll up-date and continue with it. NOW, do not get descried because this story PRECIOUS is now going to be its own little story, although for chapters that depends on if you guys like it.

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Chapter….2!

Wave Country…

"How…can, can you see the future?" A man with muscular –tall features, pale sweaty skin, messy –tasseled, spiky jet-black hair, small beady brown eyes and eyebrows; he wore bandages around his bottom half of his face, headband to the side, wore only a belt around his body with dark greyish baggy pants; his Kubikiribōchō far from his reach.

His opponent above him had spiky silver hair, wore his headband over his right eye, standard Jōnin uniform portrayed only by Leaf-ninja with the swirls on one side. He held a kunai knife in his hand. "Yes, Zabuza and… you're finished."

Several needles flew at amazing speed towards Zabuza, and hit him in the neck on both sides.

Kakashi and his four companions eyes widened in complete and utter shock as a youth wearing a haori of black with a white under haori and a black slash tied around its waist, along with black sandals, but what most stood out apparel was the hunter mask of the Mist that was covering the teens face. The genderless teens black raven long hair was tied with two strands of hair on each side having metal clips holding the ends, and senbon needles sticking from its bun.

The person stood on the tree branch.

"Hehe... You're right he's dead," the youth said, with a soft kind tone.

Naruto emerged from the waters, and once out, stood a distance away from the youth. He stared, but he was staring in disbelief.

Kakashi went to check Zabuza. "He's dead," he announced.

"What is this? Who do you think you are?" Naruto asked in anger as he pointed at the much older youth.

"Easy, Naruto, she's not our enemy."

WHAT THAT'S A GIRL?!

"What that's a girl!?" Naruto yelled pointing in bisbelief.

"Hm.. yes," Kakashi said with a nod. The others faces was priceless and it was Naruto who recovered first.

"That's..." Naruto said turning to his sensei, "that's not the point! Did you see what she did? She took out Zabuza, who was powerful like a monster. She just took him out like he was nothing! I mean what does that make us?"

While Kakashi was giving his speech to Naruto, the youth in the trees disappeared like the wind, as if she was never there.

Picking up Zabuza as if he weighed nothing more than a pound, the youth said, "Your struggle is over. Farewell."

In a forest clearing somewhere in Wave Country, the same girl - now having greenish/blue top over her clothing - opened the pouch of medical supplies. Zabuza laid by her side as the man's sword rested on the ground nearby.

'First I'll cut the bandage, and drain some of the blood…' The teenage girl inwardly said, not voicing it out loud.

With the pliers in her pale hand, the girl moved, but her hand was caught by Zabuza.

Zabuza removed the bandage and told the girl," Enough. I'll do it."

The girl's voice was soft spoken as she asked, "So you've finally come back to life?"

Zabuza grunted as he sat up. "Damn it, Haku, you're brutal."

Haku answered a matter-of-fact tone. "You're the one that's brutal Zabuza-san. If you keep pulling them out like that, then, you're surely finished."

Zabuza gave Haku a look. "How long are you planning to wear that phony mask?"

"It reminds me of the old days," Haku said, hands on her mask. "Plus it was useful for the act." Finally the mask was gone, and Haku removed her hand from her face completely.

The mask hid a very beautiful girl with black raven hair that was tied, and a Mist headband on her forehead that covered up a lighting shaped scar. But her eyes were the most beautiful shade of emeralds that anyone one has ever laid eyes on.

"If I hadn't saved you, you would have been killed. That much was certain." The girl now known as Haku explained.

Zabuza spat out the senbon he had in his mouth. Then, he said, "Putting me through a near-death state is understandable, but not to the pressure points to my neck." Zabuza reached for his bandages as he looked austerely at Haku." Cruel as usual, I think you enjoy it."

"It was the only sure way," Haku said, smiling magnificently. "And I wouldn't want to mark up your flawless body. You'll complain about that even more. The neck is more vulnerable. There's no layer of muscle so I could go straight to the pressure points. "

Zabuza grunted as he tried to move.

"There's no point in trying to move. You'll be immobile for a week. Although..." Haku said, her green emerald eyes shining. "Knowing you, you'll probably be able to move in half the time."

Zabuza stared hard at his companion in the eyes, the eyes that would one day devour him whole. He was sure of it. "You're so innocent yet, clever at the same time, rare combination. That's why I keep you around."

Haku smiled beautifully; her green eyes closing automatically. "I'm still a kid, what did you expect?"

Haku then stood up. "The mist is cleared." Her head went down; shadowing her face from view. "Next time, will you be alright?" Haku asked, sincerely concerned.

Zabuza had a fire in his eyes. His bandages fixed and his headband sideways on his head.

"I'll see right through his Sharigan."

London…

Apparently here in the little town known as Surrey, it was the hottest summer day ever. No cars were streaming down the highways, no children were running about. No, it was almost as if the residents of Surrey, Privet Drive were gone however, that was not the case. You see everyone was in their cool houses, were there was air-conditioning and the like. But there was one person; a teenage boy lying sprawled out in a flower bed; located on the lawn of #4's Privet Drive's most normal home.

The teenage boy was skinny, had black tresses of messy hair, wore glasses over his emerald green eyes; baggy yes, baggy clothing that was twice his size. Even with is growth spurt the clothing didn't help any as they were torn and faded, even his tailored shoes were peeling away.

However, no one could see him. That is... The only exceptions were the people he was living with- they his relatives; his aunt and uncle. The boy was glad to be away from if only for a while. His mind was in a somewhat peace, but he still couldn't stop him-self from clenching his fist in anger every now and then. Why?

It started that day he found out he was a wizard- a non- normal boy.

He was nothing more than an eleven year –old human house-elf. A giant of a man stood before him and his quivering relatives.

"Harry Potter," his voice boomed.

"I'm…I'm Harry Potter, sir," the snakingly, but bravely answered.

"Hagrid's the name," the man answered with suppressed cheer. "Why it's good to see you again, lass. You two were only babies last I saw you, but," the man Hagrid finally blinked looking from left to right. "Where is Haliene?"

"Who, sir..?" Harry asked in confusion.

It was the time Harry learned, and ever since he hoped that he would be able to search with Dumbledore and the others, but he was always denied. He didn't know why. He always received the same answer from his grandfather –figure.

"We're still searching, Harry. Japan is vast more so than wizarding Britain," the old man's voice sounded forlorn as if he was still hoping. "We will find her soon."

Harry growled and snarled every time.

Shouldn't the wards detect her missing? The thing was those wards had one drawback. If the person is undetected to be missing for a certain periods of time than the wards sense nothing.

He was told by his relatives and felt sick. How low has their hatred gone…..? The answer to that was deadly far.

"We couldn't afford both you freaks," Petunia growled nastily, before smiling pleasantly.

"Right we couldn't," Vernon said snarling," We took advantage of my business trip and left her somewhere in those salty waters," the way he said it made Harry's stomach churn. "We don't know if she was adopted."

"Good riddance," Petunia said crossing her arms. "My sister was a freak, and the girl wasn't going to be left behind unlike you."

Harry swore colorfully each time he was brought back; wards or no. It just made him want to take out his wand and issue harm, but he was told law forbids underage magic and he was underage. Instead he would lock him-self or hide somewhere where he could be alone for periods of time before they call for him –the normal people who did such a cruel thing. Hell they didn't deserve such honorific title such as aunt or uncle. They deserve far less than...

"Where is the boy?" It was Vernon is uncle.

"Don't know," Petunia answered un-concernedly. "Not in the house."

Vernon grunted. "Watching the news, please, what news? In fact what healthy teenage boy watches the news? It's not like our news..."

"Shh!" Petunia hissed. "The window's open."

Silence fell inside the house. However, as soon as Mrs. Figg passed the silence was gone. Harry wanted to snort with laughter; Dudley going out for tea? Yeah, that would be the day when the world tilts and is suddenly becomes Mars.

Puff... That would be the laughing joke of his life. Harry sighed. Summer was always the same; filled with tension, grief, hope, expectations, and more tension. The expectations, tension were a given ever since his first year of going to Hogwarts. However, his hope came from the hopes that they found his sister or that they let him at least help in the search, but no it was always as usual the same.

There was nothing for him to hear from the news, looks like nothing was going to happen, nothing at all.

Right…? RIGHT…? WRONG!

It was nearing noon as Haku was leaning over, tending to her most precious person in the world. If you think for one second that Harry had it bad than... Think again because shinobi – When do they ever truly have it easy?

Haku stood up from the chair; her head low, but her eyes were one of anger. Goodness what did the trash and his fools want, now?

"Some Jōnin you are. The unbeatable ninja just got beaten… Wimping back home like some pathetic dog." The short man chuckled as if the situation was amusing; his name was Gatou an illegal businessman. "Demon of the Hidden Mist….." The short buffy man then laughed. "More like coward of the Hidden Mist."

Haku seethed with rage. No one, especially one that was below her precious person insults him!

"Ack!"

Haku didn't care. She was pissed. "Don't put your filthy hands on him."

Gatou gritted his teeth in pain. The guards acted however, it only took a split second, and Haku was in-between them. Their pathetic swords fell to the ground floor with an audible crank.

When Haku spoke again her tone was utterly rigid and her green eyes were narrowed. "Don't push it; I'm in a really bad mood."

Shuffle aside Haku was instantly back by Zabuza's side.

Gatou tsked; saying something about one final chance before storming out with his fools following him.

"That wasn't necessary, Haku."

"Yes," Haku answered her precious person with a smile. "But, we can't have the villagers on our tail. Gatou is our only cover."

Zabuza glanced at the teen, before closing his sharp beady eyes. He would never admit, but Haku meant more to him than anyone could ever know. Maybe the only person he trusted more than anything and maybe, just maybe was more precious than any gem was worth. "Right," he finally said.

Meanwhile in London, Surrey it was late as a teenage boy – the same teenage boy named, Harry walked the streets. He was going to get it when he returned for lashing out and walking out without any permission. Unfortunately, he didn't care his thoughts were on to much shite to be worried about the wraths of his aunt and uncle.

You see he has precious people who wormed their way in and gave him a home to look forward to, so the question he asked him-self was: What was his precious people up to, really?

He finally reached the abandon park that was just like the streets… deserted. He sat on the swing that he was sure Dudley and his friends didn't mess with and his thoughts just got deeper and deeper. Almost like his mood was heading for a moth. True was his mood was doing just that and it didn't help knowing that he would be stuck in non-magical England for four whole weeks!

How long has it been? Sitting on the swing?

Harry has no idea, but he knew the people that were in the distance. It was his cousin, Dudley and his stupid gang.

Looks like, Harry sighed as the boy's passed him up. 'No trouble, being a good boy.'

With that thought dully in mind, Sirius Black his god-father; one of his precious people came creeping in.

Harry stretched it was time to head back. Nothing was going to happen; little did he know something was waiting around the corner and no one he knew would be there to help him.

And, whatever it was… was waiting patiently whist he and his cousin argued. However, whoever they were had enough of their silly squabbles and the air itself chilled.

N cut'! What do you think? Good, bad needs more improvising? Errors..? Well, thanks to you guys I'll see how the rest of this goes, but that's all up to you guys.

Secrets Bound, Wounded Snow, YOU and any other stories will be up-dated when I get to them. Until then, I'm out and taking off!